re: JFK assassinated. How many remember the when/where/how they heard it?

I remember the JFK funeral procession. Then years later the RFK assassination and the live aftermath on TV. Rosie Greer who played for the Rams tackled the assassin.

I was searching through my grandma’s mantle. In the front room that no one ever went into. I found her original newspaper clippings from the day after. I was around seven. Didn’t understand the brevity of what I was holding. My aunt came in and shooed me away, but I remember what I read

Pretty sure there still in there

I was in the first grade and they announced it over the speaker. A girl in class started crying and the teacher asked her if she knew him, I thought that was an odd thing to ask. They let school out early and I went home and proceeded to do kid things.

The end of Camelot and the beginning of wild times to come.

I was in the Navy Exchange at the Dam Neck Navy Base in Virginia Beach, Virginia.

It’s cool to know many of you are my parents age and like hanging out on here too.

I was in the 3rd grade living in El Paso. Dad was military and the base got put on alert so my upcoming birthday party took a hit.

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I remember the JFK funeral procession.

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One of my first memories.

It was announced over the school intercom and we left my 11th grade Spanish class to go to another room with a television. As I left the Spanish classroom and at the foot of the stairs, I encountered a classmate whose father was a local wise guy who owned an Italian restaurant which was something of a hangout. He looked at me all excited and in contrast to all the sadness and melancholy around us, happily exclaimed: “We finally got the bastard.” I’ve never forgotten that moment.

I was 6 years from being born.

My dad however, was Lee Harvey's drill instructor at Paris Island. Said when he got there he couldn't shot a lick by the time he left, he was very skilled. My dad says he could easily made the shot but thinks others were involved.

Third grade in parochial school. The nuns lined us up unexpectedly and marched us into church where the priest told the whole school that “the president has been shot”. We said a rosary for him and didn’t find out he had died until we were home and our parents told us.