I was having lunch with my uncle, at the high-rise dining room location of the St. Louis downtown of the Media Club!

It took a long time to realize exactly what had happened! Indeed, it was a number of years later that we came to know how much we had missed!

SWR
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I was Officer of the Day at HQ 78th Arty, Ft Hood, Texas. Needless to say that was an extremely busy and sad day. We thought we would be heading to Cuba.

I wasn't even a twinkle in my father's eye. I thought JFK was an airport.

I was in Sixth Grade. Sister did not tell us anything, just acted shaken up, finished day. Walking to train station to go home, I passed Chestnut Hill Hospital, saw the flag at half-mast. Thought, maybe the President was killed. When I got to station, the kids who got rides to the station told me about it. Went home and my mother had it on TV.
I think we watched a different network which did not cover Oswald's shooting live.

In a Vermont 1-room school, all 8 grades. I was in the 8th grade, in reading class at the front of the room. The teacher's husband walked in with a radio and put it on the teacher's desk. We listened and learned he had died.

In the next few days, I remember talking with my friends about it. We thought that Russia would take us over - no kidding - it was in the middle of the cold war and we always heard Air Force jets scrambling out of Plattsburgh NY AFB and wondered what was happening.