November 21, 2008

Nov. 22, 1963: Where were you?

Tomorrow is the 45th anniversary of the day JFK was shot. Where were you?

This link aggregates stories by a number of journalists -- what they were doing, how they felt, how their lives have been changed by the horrible event in Dallas.

We welcome your stories as well, in the comments below.


  1. I was 24 at the time and was driving home with the groceries and I heard it on the radio. I immediately drove to my dad's house to have companionship with the news. I watched TV for the whole episode, about a week or two. I myself was crushed because I really liked him. He was fresh, amusing and look and talked like a President.

  2. I was 11 years old and they rolled televisions into my 6th grade classroom until school was dismissed early. When I got home my father was already home from work and crying quietly in front of the TV. First time I ever saw him cry.

  3. I was in Mrs. Staff's 2nd grade class when the announcement came thru the speaker on what had happen during this time we were told to put our heads down on the desks

  4. I was very pregnant with my third child who was born Jan 8. I was ironing and my two kids were down for their naps so I didn't have the tv on. My sister called me and told me what happened. I was scared. We had family stay with us for Thanksgiving weekend and all we did was watch tv. Very sad.

  5. I was twelve years old, home from school because I faked sick. Both my parents worked at the time, so I had the place to myself. I was watching Bozo's Circus on TV when they interrupted with a bulletin. Everything changed after that. When my sister got home from high school, she said they broadcast the news on the intercom and everyone prayed. Like most people, our family watched it all unfold on TV.

    Years later, when I was in high school, I remember both of my parents standing in my bedroom door to wake me one morning. I knew something bad had happened for my father to be there. They told me that Robert Kennedy had been assassinated. This was a couple of months after the Martin Luther King assassination. A crazy time to grow up in.