I was 5 years, 6 months, and 20 days old at the time. I remember this like it was yesterday... better actually... I can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday! :?
As I have mentioned before, I was serving a cup of coffee to a customer when another customer came in with the news. :cry:
I was getting a haircut in a dorm room (Alumni Hall) at ND when a kid poked his head in the door and said the president's been shot. When I was done, I ran to the tower at O'Shaughnessy Hall where the campus radio station was located. I was working there at the time as a news announcer. We gathered around the wire machine for what seemed like an eternity until the terse one-sentence announcement of his death came across. I walked out the doors, sat on the steps and bawled.
:cry: I was in U.S. History class in the 8th Grade at Chino Jr. HS. When I got home after the race riot, I threw my newspaper route, except for one copy that I saved for the day when I could show it to my own class. Last Friday, I again showed that newspaper to my U.S. History class and told them the story of what it was like to be in the 8th Grade on November 22, 1963...
Sitting in 4th grade class at St. Anthony School in Dayton, Ohio. The entire school was ushered to the church where we prayed until the final word of his death came.
7th Grade wood shop. Mom told me to ring the bell when I stuck the newspapers in the door on my evening paper route that day.