Where exactly were you when J.F.K. was assassinated?
 

Where exactly were you when J.F.K. was assassinated?

I still remember as if it were yesterday.

I was standing at the corner of Broad and Market Streets in Newark, New Jersey waiting for a bus. I had a half day off from my job as secretary at Continental Insurance Company.

People starting buzzing. I think the bus stop was in front of a Nedick's Hot Dog place......so someone must have had a t.v. or radio on.

Everyone began telling each other that J.F.K. had been shot........

The rest is history. That night my "boyfriend", later to be husband, and I took a ride into Manhattan where all the lights were out......
On our car radio, funereal type music was playing. It was all very somber.

Days later.........my mom and I had the t.v. on and witnessed LIVE Jack Ruby shooting Lee Harvy Oswald as he was being walked through the crowd.

at school sent home and stayed there until my father came home from work (which he never did) and we watched tv for until the funeral end. It was the first and last time we were allowed to watch TV except on Sunday when Walt Disney was on

I was in 7th grade and in gym class. I remember the gym teacher telling us while we we were showering/changing. I also remember having a national day of mourning and watching the funeral cortege--so sad

I was a high school sophomore coming out of homeroom to go home at the end of the day. A teacher came rushing down the hall from the teachers room saying that the President had been shot. Went home and watched everything unfold on TV. Remember watching the funeral and crying.

I was walking across the quad at college.

I was a freshman at the University of Missouri, and had just come from class and walked into the cafeteria. The word was being spread that the President had been shot and I immediately ran to my dorm room and turned on the radio. I skipped church on Sunday and I too watched the Oswald shooting live.

You're all making me feel very young! I was in first grade and as I recall (could be wrong!) they sent us home early from school. Our family spent the rest of the day glued to the TV.

November 22, 1963 12:30 Noon.
 

JFK'S ASSASSINATION: THE DAY AFTER (11/23/63)(CBS-TV FOOTAGE)(PART 1) - YouTube

I was 3 so I cannot really say I remember much of it. And I was born while my mother had some kind of flu, so I had a lot of developmental problems. Not autism per se.

I was on the subway home when he was shot as I walked into my father's place of business and he informed Kennedy was shot. He was a great kidder so I said, "that's not funny". He said he was serious. We lived above our store and I went upstairs and turned on the televivsion and they announced that he was pronounced dead at 1:00 PM, CST. I believe this was on Friday, November 22.

We were having Sunday dinner and our neighbor interrupted our dinner to inform us that Owswald had been shot by Jack Ruby.

Growing up in a rural area of Wisconsin, I attended school in a one-room schoolhouse with students from 1st through 8th grade. I was in the 2nd grade and I remember our teacher crying in front of all of us saying, "the President was shot." We were dismissed from class and went to our respective homes where we watched the television for hours. Being so young, it was hard for me to realize what a tragedy this was for our wonderful nation. My parents sat us down and explained what happened. My little heart went out for the Kennedy family and our country.

Right Friday, November 22, 1963 at 12:30 P.M. was when JFK was shot.

I was at school. Blessed Trinity grammer school on Leroy Ave. in Buffalo N.Y. I was 8 yrs old.

French Class, room 25, 9th Grade, Nauset Regiional High School, teacher informed us Kennedy had been shot.

I was walking back to the fraternity house after a class in college. Two girls were coming the other way on the path. They were crying. I asked them why and they told me the news. I proceeded on and watched events unfold on TV. I, too, saw Ruby shoot Oswald in real time.

I was 4 tears old. In San Diego at my grandmother's funeral