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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2018 11:52:30 GMT -5
55 years ago today.
I was a junior in High School.
I remember being in Mr. Golden's World History class.
We had heard earlier that he had been shot.
Then the Principal, Marion Shambaugh, a little short dude with a nasally voice came on the intercom and said "I regret to advise you that the President is dead". I remember thinking at the time that the choice of the word "advise" rather than "inform" seemed strange to me.
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Post by highlandannie on Nov 22, 2018 12:26:57 GMT -5
Age 11, 6th grade, Irish Sister Mary Ethna's class at Sacred Heart School in Jax, Florida. She was the principal of the school and brought the one and only tv into our classroom to watch.
My mom did not have the radio or tv on all day so didn't know, and my sister and I told her when we got home from school. All the colour left her face. The family watched the funeral procession in total silence.
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Post by formerlyme on Nov 22, 2018 12:40:57 GMT -5
I was at work, in the basement coffee-break room with a few other employees. We were listening to the radio about the shooting, when the announcement came that The President had passed away. Say Day!
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Post by keith on Nov 22, 2018 15:39:16 GMT -5
Walking across a catwalk connecting two GI garrisons in Hanau Germany. I fell to my knees on the up side of the bridge when a trooper coming down told me the news. I was 19 and a short timer with just three more months to go. It hit me like a physical blow...I can still feel it .
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Post by formerlyme on Nov 22, 2018 17:51:49 GMT -5
I was at work, in the basement coffee-break room with a few other employees. We were listening to the radio about the shooting, when the announcement came that The President had passed away. Say Day! Oops, that should have read ' Sad Day!'
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Post by Bob on Nov 22, 2018 22:11:54 GMT -5
I was in 3rd grade and in class when there was a commotion outside our room. We could hear a teacher crying in the corridor. I ran all the way home to tell my mother, but of course she had already heard the news.
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Post by nkat on Nov 22, 2018 22:27:06 GMT -5
That was a horrible, horrible day. I was in French class when I heard!
NKat
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Post by birdgal on Nov 22, 2018 23:27:53 GMT -5
I was walking out the door of the phone company building were I worked. The security guard stopped me. He looked so sad, so troubled. I would BS with the guy so I thought maybe he wanted to talk for a little while. He said, "The president is dead. He was shot." I said, "The president of the phone company?" He said, "President Kennedy." I felt as if somebody punched me in the stomach. Nope. This can't be true. He must have misunderstood. This is a mistake. How can this be? This simply can not be true.
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Post by 2old on Nov 23, 2018 8:04:33 GMT -5
I was walking out the door of the phone company building were I worked. Did you work as a telephone operator?
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Post by 2old on Nov 23, 2018 8:10:43 GMT -5
I was a senior in high school. We were in Mr. Pfaff's Bookkeeping Class. The announcement came over the intercom system. Lots of crying and sobbing. About an hour after the announcement, school was dismissed for the remainder of the day.
As we have evolved to almost daily shootings of innocents in our country, to live through the assassination of a President was a difficult experience. Back then, we didn't think twice about having a rifle or shotgun hanging in the rear window of our pickup trucks outside the school. And... the vehicles were never locked. No one feared being shot while in school... or church... or while shopping... or while at work. I believe the innocence when it came to firearm violence even enhanced the shock when someone took the life of a President. Today, it would make the global new services. We would remain glued to televisions during the service and internment. Then it would be off to work and play and expecting to hear of another mass shooting the next day. So sad as to the depths our society has fallen.
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Post by helen on Nov 23, 2018 10:42:04 GMT -5
I was sick - in bed with the flue - and my Grandmother came into bedroom and woke me to tell me. She was visiting and helping to look after my baby who was just a few months old.
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Post by birdgal on Nov 23, 2018 13:23:21 GMT -5
Did you work as a telephone operator? No. I was not an operator. I worked in the repair and installation department. We took orders for new lines or additional lines. Or a change of service change from flat rate to message rate or a party line. We'd disconnect a line, add a new one, change your phone number, temporarily turn off service for the Winter, and things like that. The repair side dealt with no dial tones, noise on the line, static, no incoming or outgoing, those kind of problems. It was an interesting job and I loved it. The last few years I collected money from pay phones. Remember those? lol. I retired at 50 with a full pension. Thanks to the company and the union.
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Post by 2old on Nov 23, 2018 13:43:53 GMT -5
Did you work as a telephone operator? No. I was not an operator. I worked in the repair and installation department. We took orders for new lines or additional lines. Or a change of service change from flat rate to message rate or a party line. We'd disconnect a line, add a new one, change your phone number, temporarily turn off service for the Winter, and things like that. The repair side dealt with no dial tones, noise on the line, static, no incoming or outgoing, those kind of problems. It was an interesting job and I loved it. The last few years I collected money from pay phones. Remember those? lol. I retired at 50 with a full pension. Thanks to the company and the union. My Mother was a telephone operator in the small town where I grew up. Folks would call her and say, "Don't ring me for a while. I'm going to take a bath." She knew everything that happened at school long before I got home each afternoon. My Mother also crocheted. When the cancer had her so bad, she would sit by the hour in her rocking chair and crochet beautiful item after beautiful item. When I met my wife, she was a telephone operator for Southwestern Bell. Worked nights. Right after we were married she was working 10 p.m. to 7 a.m. shift. I had to be to my job at 7 a.m. and worked until 6 p.m. So, we saw each other most days from 6 p.m. until 10 p.m. We spent more time together dating than we did after we were married!!! My Mother taught my wife to crochet. For years my wife could look at a picture of something and crochet one just like it without a pattern. As arthritis has really attacked her fingers and hands, she doesn't crochet as much. Still, my wife finds it fun to tell people... "My mother-in-law and I both started out as 'call girls' and ended up as 'hookers'!" Gets some really interesting looks!!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2018 13:59:14 GMT -5
I was at work, in the basement coffee-break room with a few other employees. We were listening to the radio about the shooting, when the announcement came that The President had passed away. Say Day! Oops, that should have read ' Sad Day!' Last night I sent my son a message on facebook referring to something he was planning to do and I typed "Sounds like you have a goof plan", when I meant to write "Sounds like you have a good plan" The f and the d are right next to each other on my keyboard.
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Post by formerlyme on Nov 23, 2018 15:17:13 GMT -5
Oops, that should have read ' Sad Day!' Last night I sent my son a message on facebook referring to something he was planning to do and I typed "Sounds like you have a goof plan", when I meant to write "Sounds like you have a good plan" The f and the d are right next to each other on my keyboard.
Excuse me for laughing, but it is funny! We both need to be more diligent with our proof-reading!
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