I was in 9th grade on the 10th anniversary of Kennedy’s assassination. I remember the look of realization of how quickly all things pass from memory into history on the teachers face, when he asked us to share our memories of the event and half of us had no specific recollection of the day.
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I was in 7th grade. Our vice principal came into our classroom with a TV on a cart. I was the audio-visual monitor damn it, and he had usurped my authority, so I knew something big was up. We watched the news in silence aside from gasps when it was announced that JFK had died, then we all got sent home.
For years I thought my memory was of a neighbor coming over to tell us the news. Then I thought my mom and I went downtown to my dad’s office and had a conversation with the elevator operator. But years later when I recounted this memory to my parents they said we didn’t go there and besides his building didn’t have elevator operators. So I wonder if I have some memory of going to a department store downtown, as they did have elevator operators. Who knows. I was just one week shy of age 5 so must have been in kindergarten but that was only half a day so would have been home when the news broke. My mom’s soap operas were later in the day so the Tv wouldn’t have been on. And I have no memory of my baby brother who would have been a little over a year old. Vague memory of Jack Ruby but not sure if I saw the actual shooting. I do remember the funeral, horses and John Jr. saluting. I also remember feeling old years later when working in a restaurant and realizing most of my coworkers had not been born when it happened.
Saw that movie four times in theaters. That, and Fahrenheit 911 and Toy Story 4, being the only two others I saw that many times. I don't think I've ever seen another movie even twice in theaters. Why Toy Story? Bc it made me cry at the end every time, bc at long last, Woody gets free, and lives for himself.
I was in 5th grade in NJ when the teacher was called out into the hall and then came in crying and told us. They let us out early.
At home we had a comedy record about the Kennedys that was pretty funny before and then it wasn't funny anymore.
I wrote a condolence note to Jackie and got a printed thank you note back from the White House, outlined with black. I remember it as being signed. They said she replied to every letter. I wish I still had it.
Within a couple years I went to Fort Dix with our Boy Scout troop for a day touring the exciting Army life. They showed us the movie "PT 109" in the base theater almost reverently.
As a Gen Xer not from Massachusetts, I’ve never developed any fascination with or nostalgia for Camelot. JFK’s assassination was just another historical event we learned about. Like Lincoln’s assassination, it was ancient history to us.
Also my oldest sister's birthday (11-22-1943). I remember coming home from 1st grade that day to find my mom and my sisters in front of the TV crying. It was a pretty traumatic day.
It's interesting how much interest in the assassination has died down in the late 3 decades. It doesn't get anywhere the same kind of press coverage on the anniversary as it used to. Of course to a lot of younger folks the assassination is ancient history to them like WW2.
For my generation it was the attempted assassination of Reagan and John Paul II that stick in our memories. I was in grade 8 at the time, and couldn't believe it when talk of Reagan being shot began circulating at school. And then not even 2 months later JP2 was shot, and I thought there was no way it could be happening again.
I was 7 when JFK was assassinated. What bothered me the most in the days afterwards was the way all the grownups were walking around like zombies, some of them quite shattered as if their world had crumbled. This destroyed my childhood illusion that grownups are gods and always in control and always knew what to do in a crisis.
perhaps my greatest lifetime letdown, i grew up thinking adults were in control & understood the intricacies of the madness i saw all around … no, they were just older children …
I was in 9th grade on the 10th anniversary of Kennedy’s assassination. I remember the look of realization of how quickly all things pass from memory into history on the teachers face, when he asked us to share our memories of the event and half of us had no specific recollection of the day.
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What higher office will MTG seek? As the official fashion adviser to MTG, I advise her to go to a hair colorist pro, let that same colorist pro cut her hair, and knock off the black eyeliner. She could use some clothing advice, too.
I grew up as a child with the JFK campaign song, Sinatra's version of "High Hopes." And it all increased in import from there.
Yes, Parker Posey is the best!
I've actually never seen more than about ten minutes of that film, but I have seen The Critic!
https://youtu.be/1wi-lW2poE4?si=zGOPLW9nNq8gUlnC
I was in 7th grade. Our vice principal came into our classroom with a TV on a cart. I was the audio-visual monitor damn it, and he had usurped my authority, so I knew something big was up. We watched the news in silence aside from gasps when it was announced that JFK had died, then we all got sent home.
For years I thought my memory was of a neighbor coming over to tell us the news. Then I thought my mom and I went downtown to my dad’s office and had a conversation with the elevator operator. But years later when I recounted this memory to my parents they said we didn’t go there and besides his building didn’t have elevator operators. So I wonder if I have some memory of going to a department store downtown, as they did have elevator operators. Who knows. I was just one week shy of age 5 so must have been in kindergarten but that was only half a day so would have been home when the news broke. My mom’s soap operas were later in the day so the Tv wouldn’t have been on. And I have no memory of my baby brother who would have been a little over a year old. Vague memory of Jack Ruby but not sure if I saw the actual shooting. I do remember the funeral, horses and John Jr. saluting. I also remember feeling old years later when working in a restaurant and realizing most of my coworkers had not been born when it happened.
Saw that movie four times in theaters. That, and Fahrenheit 911 and Toy Story 4, being the only two others I saw that many times. I don't think I've ever seen another movie even twice in theaters. Why Toy Story? Bc it made me cry at the end every time, bc at long last, Woody gets free, and lives for himself.
Hey MAGA! Fit this into your Left Wing Violence Narrative. I dare you.
I was in 5th grade in NJ when the teacher was called out into the hall and then came in crying and told us. They let us out early.
At home we had a comedy record about the Kennedys that was pretty funny before and then it wasn't funny anymore.
I wrote a condolence note to Jackie and got a printed thank you note back from the White House, outlined with black. I remember it as being signed. They said she replied to every letter. I wish I still had it.
Within a couple years I went to Fort Dix with our Boy Scout troop for a day touring the exciting Army life. They showed us the movie "PT 109" in the base theater almost reverently.
Home sick from elementary school that day; only like the second time I’d seen my mom cry.
Main personal impact at the time was all my Saturday cartoons were preempted for the funeral.
As a Gen Xer not from Massachusetts, I’ve never developed any fascination with or nostalgia for Camelot. JFK’s assassination was just another historical event we learned about. Like Lincoln’s assassination, it was ancient history to us.
Today is also my sister's birthday. What a terrible thing to have happen on one's birthday.
It's the day between my mother's birthday and her sister's birthday, and that's how I always remember it.
I know two young people who were born on Sept. 11, 2001.
Also my oldest sister's birthday (11-22-1943). I remember coming home from 1st grade that day to find my mom and my sisters in front of the TV crying. It was a pretty traumatic day.
It's interesting how much interest in the assassination has died down in the late 3 decades. It doesn't get anywhere the same kind of press coverage on the anniversary as it used to. Of course to a lot of younger folks the assassination is ancient history to them like WW2.
For my generation it was the attempted assassination of Reagan and John Paul II that stick in our memories. I was in grade 8 at the time, and couldn't believe it when talk of Reagan being shot began circulating at school. And then not even 2 months later JP2 was shot, and I thought there was no way it could be happening again.
Showing a film of a person getting shot messily in the head to an entire school of elementary aged kids is... a choice, for sure.
I was 7 when JFK was assassinated. What bothered me the most in the days afterwards was the way all the grownups were walking around like zombies, some of them quite shattered as if their world had crumbled. This destroyed my childhood illusion that grownups are gods and always in control and always knew what to do in a crisis.
perhaps my greatest lifetime letdown, i grew up thinking adults were in control & understood the intricacies of the madness i saw all around … no, they were just older children …