tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post1881688182652256976..comments2024-03-27T06:09:04.368-04:00Comments on Blogging, Near Philadelphia: Where Were You?Nancy Near Philadelphiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803134620826322075noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-71505568022842402922011-11-28T11:19:53.200-05:002011-11-28T11:19:53.200-05:00I was a sophmore in high school. We were in the b...I was a sophmore in high school. We were in the ballroom (old school building) practicing for the Christmas contata and had just sung "sleep in heavenly peace" when a senior came in crying to give us the news that Kennedy had been shot. By the time I got to Chemistry class we had the news that he had died. I was in a Catholic High School run by Irish nuns. Needless to say, we were all in deep mourning. I remember my whole family being glued to the TV over the next several days.suzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13432352442859238887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-8230433116422967102011-11-27T16:36:09.418-05:002011-11-27T16:36:09.418-05:00I was a freshman in college. We had been planning...I was a freshman in college. We had been planning for the big Odds and Evens rivalry between the Freshman/Junior classes and the Sophomore/Senior classes. I was on my way to a meeting at another dorm, and could not find anyone. No one was in the room where we were supposed to meet, the hallways were deserted, and I could not find a soul to ask where everyone went. Finally I went to the dorm lounge, where the lone TV was located, and found it packed with students, all glued to the broadcast. No one believed it at first -- it was so far out of the realm of the possible. There might have been over a hundred girls in that room, but the only sound came from the TV. Then the crying started.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11628785099107936923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-11920738975302423592011-11-27T16:32:08.178-05:002011-11-27T16:32:08.178-05:00a school chum and i were walking home from 9th gra...a school chum and i were walking home from 9th grade school through the downtown; passed the appliance store and saw the televisions on in the window....black and white of course.cityquilter gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16769584628450845408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-60798432361482146782011-11-25T09:04:11.038-05:002011-11-25T09:04:11.038-05:00I was in the 5th grade, school had just been dismi...I was in the 5th grade, school had just been dismissed and we were waiting on the sidewalk to board the buses when the teachers told us that President Kennedy had been shot. I remember the confusion that I felt (being 10 years old) and not understanding what that could possibly mean. When I got home my mother (like Julie's) was crying and had the television on... it all began to, sadly, sink in and understanding of such an atrocity started to take hold. I recall the somber broadcasts that followed and seeing the Oswald assassination, still chilling to realize this was the end of innocence associated with an (up 'til then) idyllic childhood.Mrs. Goodneedlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07453388163219666450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-84128686698377471912011-11-23T09:20:09.405-05:002011-11-23T09:20:09.405-05:00I was 22, returning from lunch break and clocking ...I was 22, returning from lunch break and clocking in at Sears when someone told me what happened. My last name was Kennedy (before I married) and we were always interested in what President Kennedy was doing and saying. I was heartbroken. JudyCnNCJudyCinNChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08060154939964224886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-72008009848520417212011-11-23T01:30:18.594-05:002011-11-23T01:30:18.594-05:00I was a Canadian kid celebrating her 7th birthday....I was a Canadian kid celebrating her 7th birthday. I remember how quiet it was walking back to school after lunch and the flag hanging at half mast. Someone said that a president had died . I did not understand but I do know that I became fascinated with JFK and his family. Caroline Kennedy and I are pretty close in age- I admire her courage and grace. Her mother would be so proud of her. I also remember Walter Cronkite and how sad he was- It is my first political or large view memory that I have. One wonders what might have been.. <br /><br />Wishing you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving. Warmest regards,<br />Annaquiltmom annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01976120921532056369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-34444446383377344752011-11-22T20:38:23.895-05:002011-11-22T20:38:23.895-05:00I was in school and they brought TVs into our room...I was in school and they brought TVs into our rooms (a rare occurrence) and we watched the news reports. The only other time I remember this happening was when we landed on the moon.Janet O.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05083607398709252597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-9330909611918325822011-11-22T19:38:16.357-05:002011-11-22T19:38:16.357-05:00I was in the 6th grade and our family was living i...I was in the 6th grade and our family was living in Hawaii. I went to a parochial school there. The principal came into the class and spoke quietly with our teacher. She began to cry and then announced to us that the President had been shot. We sat quietly and prayed until the buses came to take us home. I remember watching the funeral services on television. I know it was the first time I saw a riderless horse in a funeral procession...sadly not the last.Three Birds Inspiredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10462935193167668508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-3217139520242507892011-11-22T18:41:32.693-05:002011-11-22T18:41:32.693-05:00I was in HS geometry class. The principal came in ...I was in HS geometry class. The principal came in & whispered something to the teacher & she started to cry. He then turned to us and told us the president had been shot. School was dismissed about 20 minutes later and I spent the rest of the day glued to the TV with my family. What a sad, sad time that was.Julie in the Barnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18147114606468287519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-24575981741747540082011-11-22T18:26:20.907-05:002011-11-22T18:26:20.907-05:00I was in 9th grade and the (male) teacher came in ...I was in 9th grade and the (male) teacher came in and told us to sit down and wait for an announcement on the intercom. He was really quiet and his face was red like he had been crying. He was a coach and kind of a funny goofy guy, so this was really out of character for him. We knew something was seriously wrong.pcflamingohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03206688121231793996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-84488753769960242272011-11-22T17:26:37.610-05:002011-11-22T17:26:37.610-05:00I am Canadian. I was in Grade Eight. I remember ev...I am Canadian. I was in Grade Eight. I remember every horrible moment,as the day unfolded. The President of the United States shot? The grieving widow in her blood-stained suit beside Lyndon Johnson. Lee Harvey-Oswald shot. The funeral. And I also remember the news stories about the little baby, Patrick Bouvier Kennedy, who was born prematurely,and did not live. It is surprising how little mention there is in the news today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-57931411439293100582011-11-22T16:47:32.123-05:002011-11-22T16:47:32.123-05:00I was in 4th grade, came back to school after lunc...I was in 4th grade, came back to school after lunch and we got called to the gym for an assembly. A lot of the girls in my class were crying and one of them got mad at me, because I wasn't. I was to young to feel anything about someone I didn't know opersonally. we didn't have tv as everyone does today.KQ Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13100001813595381733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-25101339288448248092011-11-22T16:30:33.876-05:002011-11-22T16:30:33.876-05:00I was in high school French class when the Princip...I was in high school French class when the Principal came on the intercom system with that terrible announcement.<br />Years later I was a teacher in that very same school and very same classroom. Each year on Nov. 22nd, I'd sit in a student desk on the very same spot where I had sat that fateful day, and I'd remember the impact that JFK's death had on the country.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10950377697850447057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-22875308995543660232011-11-22T16:27:13.616-05:002011-11-22T16:27:13.616-05:00I was in 4th grade, it was my first year at J.R. M...I was in 4th grade, it was my first year at J.R. Masterman. I don't think I really got it until I arrived home.Charhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12712944961899873052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-77110543664242737792011-11-22T15:51:54.897-05:002011-11-22T15:51:54.897-05:00I was in 8th grade Algebra when the teacher told u...I was in 8th grade Algebra when the teacher told us. It did not really sink in until I watched the funeral procession on tv.Paula, the quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17662592713610165406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-88386252118390977222011-11-22T15:50:37.212-05:002011-11-22T15:50:37.212-05:00I was walking home from school -- stopping to drop...I was walking home from school -- stopping to drop off homework to another classmate who had been home sick (one who taunted me relentlessly). She kept telling me the President had been shot - and of course, I did NOT believe her. I ran home, only to find my mother crying and watching television (something she never did during the day). Like you, I was so sorry to learn that other girl had been "right" . . .Quiltdivajuliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15593385265961892847noreply@blogger.com