Everyone remembers where they were.

22 November, 2013
Rat Fink

We all have a day like that, don’t we? I remember exactly where I was when I heard the news that John Lennon had been murdered. I remember the precise conditions of my morning (weather, what hallway I was walking, who I met coming the other direction) the day of 11 September, 2001.

The anniversary of John Kennedy’s tragic death represents the first of those “I remember where I was” moments for me. While I don’t remember hearing about the actual event, watching the funeral on television is my very first TV memory, with this somber image burned into my consciousness forever.

I was four years old in November of 1963. I remember watching the horses, then seeing the flag-draped coffin behind them. Instantly, I was terrified; I distinctly remember thinking, “a man is going to jump out of that box.” Weird, right? But my clearest memory is of hiding behind the easy chair my dad was sitting in, peering around at the TV, and Dad reaching back for me with one hand, saying, “It’s OK. Come sit with me.”

Then everything is fuzzy.

It’s weird to have only that one commemorative thought in relation to this world-changing event (a world that would be further changed when idiot Geraldo Rivera got hold of the unedited Zapruder film and showed it on national TV), but I treasure it because it’s my solitary link to that time in history.

Where were you, fellow crusties (and there are some even crustier than I :-) )?

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Mary Sims
Mary Sims
22 November, 2013 6:13 am

Do you remember where you were 50 years ago today when you got the news about President Kennedy? I was in the First Grade. Mrs. Bray was my teacher. (loved her then and still do) I remember the Principal, Mr. Haas, came in with a white card with a Red Cross on the back of it and showed it to Mrs. Bray. I remember her crying but I didn’t understand why. I remember asking my mom, “Are we going to get a new President Kennedy”. I don’t remember my mom’s answer but I do remember being glued to the TV… Read more »

David
David
22 November, 2013 10:52 am

The Day Camelot Died! Such an infamous day in our history, one that changed America permanently in so many ways, as you so correctly said Ms Fink, we all remember where we were. I was a freshman in High School; I had just entered my English classroom from our lunch period. The news came over the speaker system and then our teacher Bro. Maurice (aka Squirrel) came in a turned the TV on and we watched the news unfold. I remember feeling vulnerable for the first time in my life. It literally was the only thing on television for the… Read more »

David
David
23 November, 2013 1:47 am
Reply to  Rat Fink

You are kind and your “Thank You” treasured!
Not sure there would be interest but I would be open to sharing the journey.

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Suzanne
23 November, 2013 2:36 pm
Reply to  David

David I do hope that you will share some of your experience with us. <3

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Mavis
Mavis
22 November, 2013 2:23 pm

That day is one of the few things I can actually remember, being that young. I was 6 years old. Dad was in his chair, holding you. Mother had a roast in the oven (I can still remember the smells) and other things cooking in the kitchen. I remember feeling bad for JFK’s children. I wanted them to be at our little apartment, safe and having dinner with us. I felt so safe that day, just looking at Mother and Dad, and smelling the wonderful things coming out of the kitchen. My last memory of that day, was Dad telling… Read more »

RD
RD
23 November, 2013 10:14 pm

I was a sophomore at Ashland College, now University. I was running errands in downtown Ashland when the news started to be communicated among people on the street. As with everyone, my initial reaction was on of disbelief. The image of four year old John John saluting his father’s casket brought tears to my eyes.

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