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John Fitzgerald Kennedy
May 29, 1917 — November 22, 1963
Killed 43 years ago today. I stayed home from school and built a model of the Taj Mahal for a school project. I didn’t realize at the time how appropriate that was, considering it’s a mausuleum for someone very much beloved.
Linda and All,
I was in the 3rd grade when Kennedy was killed. I remember it like yesterday. Even at such a young age, I was shocked. Much like on 9/11. Thanks for bringing this date to everyone’s attention.
Jim
Forty three years ago, I was a newspaper boy as well as a tenth grade student. I was in mechanical drawing class when a student came running in saying that President Kennedy had been shot and killed. Nobody believed it at first. Then, girls began crying in the halls. The Principal came on the intercom and said we should go home, and school closed early that day. When I got off the school bus, I went to the corner where my 106 newspapers were usually stacked (awaiting my delivery to my 106 customers). As I got closer, I noticed that the stack was considerably smaller that it should have been. In place of the missing newspapers was a pile of dimes (a dime being the price of a newspaper in 1963). Out of the 106 papers, I had 25 left. The next three days were strange and surreal. It was as if time had stopped. Everything was closed and we sat numbed before the television set watching Walter Cronkite. Those were dark days. And formative days. And five years later, first, Martin Luther King would be assassinated and then Bobby Kennedy. Dark, dark days. Awful days.
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