TexasCHLforum.com

I was also 10 years old, in class... in Dallas.

After the announcement over the PA system, the teacher brought in one of the Audio-Visual TVs on a stand and we spent the rest of the day watching the news.

It was an emotional day. I remember feeling:

Sad that the President was dead.
Mad at Oswald.
Ashamed that I lived in Dallas, where it happened.

2nd grade, no TV at home at the time. Was in the eastern timezone, I think elementary school was already out for the day.

I was in a Junior High history class. Most of the teachers were crying, students were not. Looking back on it, it was a surprising response by the student body. People who were not alive then tend to believe the Camelot lie.

Chas.

To this day they have never figured out who all was involved in the assassination of Kennedy. Many theories about it.

I was on duty in the 32d Infantry in Korea. Armed forces radio in the middle of the night reported it, and then went dead. I woke the CO and told him. He turned on a radio to AFKN and nothing but static. Command came down to move immediately to our reinforced defensive positions overlooking the Han River in Seoul. We stayed there til dark,, and then we're ordered back to base. A very sad day.

I think I know who was behind it. It starts with a L and ends with a BJ. Probably had some help from Dulles and Hoover

I was on Harwood Street in the east end of downtown Dallas. My Mom kept us out of school just for the occasion. Still can vividly see the President with his fake tan and Jackie in her pink suit and hat. It was very exciting to get to see Kennedy in person. After he passed by, we got in the car to go to Market Hall hoping to hear him speak. We went down Elm Street to Lamar on the way. You can see the School book Deposit building plain as day. My little sister and I made jokes about being out of school when we saw it. By the time we got to Market hall we heard from some of the people gathered there what had just happened. We then went home and watched the tv for the next few days and cried a lot. It was a very sad time.

Was watching the parade in downtown Dallas.When we left and going to work,we heard it on the radio.

Oberammergau Germany. Mom and Dad had left us with a baby sitter as they went to their square dancing class. They came back home soon, with mom crying uncontrollably. Dad was a Green Beret stationed there. He had to go on base and was there (or somewhere) for a few days after.
Needless to say, a hundred miles south of the Fulda gap, things were tense. That was one of two times when we pulled the K-rations and suitcases out in case of evacuation. We didn't know when (or if) we'd see Dad again.

In Freshman classes Cape May NJ. My dad (stepfather) was immediate ordered aboard the cutter Agassiz and they left for who knows where. He had been gone during the Cuban embargo which scared us greatly - this one really set our hair afire.

I was in high school. I'd just finished lunch and was in the stairwell heading to my next class. A friend told me on the stairs. The teacher confirned it at the beginning of the class.

I was in the 6th grade in class at La Fetra Elementary School in Glendora, Caiifornia, when the principal came to the door and called the teacher over. They spoke in low tones for a minute, and when she turned around, she was crying. She said, “Children, the president has been shot”. We wheeled out the audiovisual cart and turned on the TV, and watched developments until school was let out. I saw Walter Cronkite’s announcement, live in the newsroom as he gave it, that the president had died.

Wasn't born for a few more years. However, though I don't buy into the whole "Camelot" thing, I do believe the Kennedy assassination was one of the pivotal events of the 20th century. LBJ botched Vietnam, leaving quite the mess for Nixon. It contributed to the passing of the GCA of 1968. And I believe it set the Democrat Party on a leftward trend that continues to this very day.

I was 12, was told by our bus driver as we were loading the bus to go home. That the president had been shot. I asked the busdriver," What president?"
I Got home in time to watch Cronkite make the announcement that he had died. It was a sad day for the country. But there were no tears at our home. We were poor folks living in the country, in Massachusetts. We know Jack and his clan [abbreviated profanity deleted] the crooked philandering thieving drunken ways, My dad hated the Kennedy's.

All my dad had to say about it, was "About time someone shot that bastard". He died before we all learned what a lout Nixon was.

I was in 3rd grade, standing in the hall outside the classroom, (I spent my fair share of time standing in the hall for class infractions, hoping the principal did not come by and strap me to the electric paddling machine that could paddle 1,000 times a second, that was the rumor), teachers came out of the teacher's lounge (which bellowed cigarette smoke) motioned for my teacher to come into the hall where they told her that to President had been shot. Moments later it was announced that the President had died. We were sent home early.