November 22, 1963
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I was in grammar school. The nuns sent us home. My mother was weeping.
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I found out as I was stepping out of the shower area of Nittany 25. I had come back from freshman swimming class at Glendale Pool and showered in the dorm.
Only one t, unless the crabs are really really bad. Then you can use two.Should that be nittpicker?
That was scary. I can remember hearing planes out of McGuire AFB flying over that night.
Yeah. The fix was in. Like many, I still don't believe Oswald acted alone. Seinfeld did a better job of describing the killing than the Warren people. " Back, and to the side."
It's shocking when you see how small of an area it is. It seems larger from all the film. It is quite impactful walking up on the grassy knoll and wondering about the possibilities if you believe in conspiracy.
Like many have described here, it's impossible to not remember that day. The lasting image I'll always have until I die was getting home from school to find my mother weeping as she stood behind her ironing board while doing the laundry of 5 children. She was a strong woman whom I'd never seen cry before.
This - Dealey Plaza is so small and seems so banal. The grassy knoll is about 4-5 feet of elevation change
7th grade gym class was just about to start, we were just shooting baskets while waiting for the teacher.
He came out of his office and had us all huddle up- his exact words, which I'll never forget: "Boys, the President's been shot" He was as white as a sheet. By the time I got home, so was my dad. He and my mom were both angry and upset, as upset as I ever saw them. It was a bad day, there have been many since, but none that hit me quite as hard.
He came out of his office and had us all huddle up- his exact words, which I'll never forget: "Boys, the President's been shot" He was as white as a sheet. By the time I got home, so was my dad. He and my mom were both angry and upset, as upset as I ever saw them. It was a bad day, there have been many since, but none that hit me quite as hard.
She had a large file on the assassination which was never seen again after her death. If I remember correctly and as impossible as it seems, she might have been the only person who interviewed Ruby alone after the events. Now Ruby was a real interesting character prone to say anything, but the substance of those conversations was never disclosed and any secrets vanished when the file went missing.
8th grade geography class at Southern Columbia HS. Another teacher came running down the hall (Mr. Dyer and told everyone The President has been shot). There was a TV in one of the rooms and they tuned it in. All information was very sketchy at that point. At the end of the next period the principal got on the intercom and announced that President Kennedy was dead. I remember turning around and one of my classmates, Sharon Jarowski was crying. I don't think anyone spoke the rest of the day. The world I live in has never been the same.
Sixth grade recess, we were playing football with one of those pee wee footballs, in our shirts, no jackets, it was warm, not a cloud in the sky. One of the nuns interrupted us saying " the president has been shot " everyone just froze.
The point i can still remember when LHO was shot by Jack Ruby 2 days later was the feeling that more than one person wanted JFK dead, and i was 11.
The point i can still remember when LHO was shot by Jack Ruby 2 days later was the feeling that more than one person wanted JFK dead, and i was 11.
I was junior walking on the mall to my class in Carnegie (?) when I encountered a coed sitting on a mall bench sobbing. I couldn't understand why she was crying the way she was, in such an open manner. Of course, I found out when I walked into class. I'll never forget that girl.
Fall of 6th grade. Nobody mentioned it in my school, the Luzerne Avenue School, in West Pittston, PA. I heard about it on my way home. It was devestating. My paternal grandfather, who loved fellow Irishman Jack Kennedy, had passed on Veterans Day, 11 days previously. Three uncles were home from the service at the time, for the funeral. My Uncle Bob was stationed at Andrews at the time. It was a rough 2 weeks. My Dad had shaken Jack's hand during a campaign motorcade from Wilkes-Barre to Scranton. He ran out of the crowd to do it. Today, he may have been shot.
For my mostly Irish Catholic family, it was awful.
Cry uncle and give it up NC Lion, the grammar Natzi are piling on. Tough to lose'em once they enter the window.
Kennedy was in the back seat of a white Ford Galaxy convertible. I was young and reached out but only touched the car. My grandfather took me to Kingston Corners to see the motorcade.
I went through that museum when I was in Dallas back in May (had waited 4 years for it to finally be open on a Monday so I could get to it). Inside, you can get the exact perspective that Oswald had as he peered down from that window. Nowadays, the tree limbs block most of the view of the X but you gain an appreciation for how good a shot Oswald was to connect like he did (if you believe he was the solo shooter). Given where the window is located, it's a wonder why he didn't fire away when he had a clearer shot as the motorcade turned the corner. But there's a whole guided audio tour and a number of artifacts from that day. It's definitely well worth the 2 hours or so it takes to get through.
Did my first speech assignment in SpeechCom on the assassination during my Freshman Year at PSU - and have been hooked on the subject ever since. Prime example that real-life is much more interesting than any fiction. Who could make this story and all the many, many back stories up?!?
Tom - As a "history guy" that we all know you are - you must get to Dallas to see the scene for yourself. The "6th floor" museum is very well done. But there is much, much more to see. And you must really walk and see it with you own eyes.
There are some great un-Gov't authorized tours in Dallas on the subject. I was able to visit Oswald's boarding house where the assassination took place. And see his "room" - no bigger than a small closet. And even met the grand daughter of the owner at the time - she actually knew Oswald and called him "Mr. Lee." Also visited the house were the famous picture of Oswald with the communist pamphlets was taken - fascinating!
Suggest you read up before going - get selections from all vantage points. And then after touring the area - make your own judgement.
I was also in second grade at the time. Funny, I don't remember any announcement of the shooting but I do remember being upset that the following Saturday morning cartoons were preempted for the funeral precession.
Junior, Mechanical Drafting class, Sister Saint Isabell came in crying that the President had been shot in Dallas. Principal came on the PA a few minutes later that Kennedy had died. We all stood and said a prayer. Also, remember watching Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald that Sunday.
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