I wonder why he was killed,organized crime/backing out of Vietnam potentially,dumping fed reserve.My folks talk about “their Kennedy moment”,my Kennedy moment was Waco and Idaho.
My Kennedy Moment happened when I was 13 years old. His assassination was announced during lunch time over the school’s loud speaker system and then school was let out for the day. When I got home, my mother was sitting on the couch in front of the TV and crying her eyes out. Then I started crying.
. . .
Cathleen I remember that day too as well. We were outside after eating lunch in the cafeteria (I was in the 8th grade) when some kids started shouting that the president had been shot. They had heard about it on their transistors radios. The bell rang and we went to class and then the principle announced it over the speakers. I must admit I started crying, Kennedy was my hero and I loved his wife and small children. How gloomy and sad that was, that he was shot in Dallas when he had been in Ft Worth that morning (we lived in Ft Worth then). To quote Redhorse, it was a bad day for our country.
JFK was right then, and his words are even more important now. It’s too bad we don’t get to vote for real presidents anymore.
Thanks for that reminder, Cathleen. People need to see this everyday.
I agree Jolly.
. . .
I wonder why he was killed,organized crime/backing out of Vietnam potentially,dumping fed reserve.My folks talk about “their Kennedy moment”,my Kennedy moment was Waco and Idaho.
My Kennedy Moment happened when I was 13 years old. His assassination was announced during lunch time over the school’s loud speaker system and then school was let out for the day. When I got home, my mother was sitting on the couch in front of the TV and crying her eyes out. Then I started crying.
. . .
Cathleen
I was twelve at the time and the exact same thing happened. In school and heard it and we were sent home. Bad day for this country.
Cathleen I remember that day too as well. We were outside after eating lunch in the cafeteria (I was in the 8th grade) when some kids started shouting that the president had been shot. They had heard about it on their transistors radios. The bell rang and we went to class and then the principle announced it over the speakers. I must admit I started crying, Kennedy was my hero and I loved his wife and small children. How gloomy and sad that was, that he was shot in Dallas when he had been in Ft Worth that morning (we lived in Ft Worth then). To quote Redhorse, it was a bad day for our country.