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22nd Nov 2013, 17:16
It is 50 years to the day, now, when JFK was assassinated in Dallas, Texas.
I start this thread not wanting to start any kind of conspiracy banter, which there is enough of out there to sink two aircraft carriers.

What I would like to know is: if you were alive when it happened, where were you, what were you doing and how did you react to the President's death?

Me? I was 6 years old and in attendence at my first grade Catholic school classroom when a nun came over the public address system to inform everyone that "the president of the United States has been killed. Classes are dismissed for the remainder of the day."

Now, the president's death didn't strike my 6 year old mind as being that overly earth-shattering. But I do remember being very taken aback by the amount of people who were visibly upset at this bit of news. Starting with my parents.

As I got home I noticed that everyone in my NYC neighborhood at the time was outside of their homes obviously distraught. Then I realized that what had happened was, obviously, very bad.

22nd Nov 2013, 17:21
On my way to scout meeting....called in to my mates and it was on TV. Shrugged and went to scouts.

Sailor Vee
22nd Nov 2013, 17:30
Sat on the floor, watching TV, Mum doing the ironing.

The only time I heard Mum utter a 'profanity', "now the shit's going to hit the fan!"

I asked what she meant, to be told, "You didn't hear that!"

22nd Nov 2013, 17:48
I was sitting in 7th grade math class, 12 years old, and already an avid news reader. I couldn't believe it. That weekend my entire family sat in front of our 19 inch black and white TV with no remote, devouring every tidbit of news.

When Oswald was shot we applauded, as we wanted revenge.

The groping for meaning and truth that characterizes our society to this day, I think, began on that bleak Friday fifty years ago.

22nd Nov 2013, 17:53
At a slave camp boarding school in Connecticut when the stunning news came in.

22nd Nov 2013, 17:57
In the UK, the STD (Subscriber Trunk Dialling) telephone system crashed as everyone was phoning everyone to tell them the news/discuss the news. That's quite some affect, bearing in mind it happened in another country far away.


22nd Nov 2013, 18:04
cavorting wrote:

At a slave camp boarding school in Connecticut when the stunning news came in.

In Connecticut? :eek: Good god what did you ever do to deserve that? :eek::eek:

My sincerest condolences. I hope you escaped unscathed.

22nd Nov 2013, 18:08
A terrible place of work and punishment cast in a totally primitive surrounding and inhabited by strange people where the only redeeming feature was the leaves in fall. Bus trips to New Haven to sing in the Glee Club concerts were considered the height of privilege. A concentration camp as far removed from the Hyannis complex as morality from the family that lived there then.

Dak Man
22nd Nov 2013, 18:09
...I was still in dad's ball sack......

22nd Nov 2013, 18:21
I was playing in my band "Gary and the Midnights" at a dance in the Co-op hall, Enderby, Leics. Kind of cast a pall over the evening as we thought WW III might start.

22nd Nov 2013, 18:23
It must have been a Friday as I had just arrived at my then GF's apartment after travelling home from college when I saw the news on her TV.

22nd Nov 2013, 18:26

It was indeed a Friday.


First you use the word Connecticut. Then you have the audacity to use the words New Haven. Auggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It makes me want to.... want to...want to.... find some ants and burn them alive with a magnifying glass. :E

22nd Nov 2013, 18:26
14 years old. Portloe in Cornwall. My parents went out for the evening so the big wooden Murphy radio was of course immediately twiddled to 208m for Radio Luxembourg.
My parents came in c. 2300 with the news heard in the pub. Re-twiddled back to the BBC, just in time to hear the confirmation of JFK's death.
As a kid: Gutted.

22nd Nov 2013, 18:30

Oddly, a few hours earlier JFK was in another part of Texas, forget where exactly, and it was pouring rain. The sun only came out after he embarked on his fateful limo trip through Dallas.

22nd Nov 2013, 18:33
Living in Netley Abbey near Southampton aged ten dad saw it on tv he was in tears, a never forget moment.

22nd Nov 2013, 18:34
8 minutes fro Gaylordsville and goodness knows how a town ever came to be called that in Connecticut back in the sixties.

Loose rivets
22nd Nov 2013, 18:35
Scarred for life. The place was south of Kent is you catch my drift.

Yes, but only by about 18 degrees.

I was standing c 7 pm at the top of East Hill Colchester, waiting to go into judo. I was quite shocked - for someone that doesn't give a hoot for polly-ticks.

As an aside, I watch the king battling with his stammer last night. Moved I was - by the acting skills as much his determined battle. When he died, or at least when I heard, I was in the school dining room at Walton on the Naze. A sombre faced 'kitchen lady' came in and relayed the grim news to teachers, staff and kids alike. She gave a vivid description of how Mrs So-and-so had come running down the road to tell her and her neighbors.

News traveled at trotting pace in them days.

22nd Nov 2013, 18:38
cavorting wrote:

8 minutes fro Gaylordsville and goodness knows how a town ever came to be called that in Connecticut back in the sixties.

Until Mrs. rgbrock1 and I finally move out of the hell hole known as CT, we are currently located approx. 12 miles south of Gaylordsville. And I need not tell you what that town is all about these days. (Hint: at night even the cows run. As far as they can.)

22nd Nov 2013, 18:56
I had just returned to school from the local hamburger lunch hangout.

An acquaintance came up to VFD and said, "Someone has shot President Kennedy"

Like BenThere the family sat in front of the small B & W television and watched events unfold through the weekend.

When Oswald was shot which I believe was a Sunday morning it really had a profound effect as well. I guess I expected him to have a trial in a court of law. You know the drill, truth, justice the American way.

The entire ordeal was a bit of a maturing weekend for someone naÔve at my age as wars, murders, assassinations and other misdeeds in life were occasionally on the news and always happened somewhere else to people who I did not know.


22nd Nov 2013, 18:57
I was second mate on a tanker, entering the River Thames in poor visibility and we had just picked up the lights of Shoeburyness in the murk and were trying to locate a light buoy(The radar was not working). The Sparks burst onto the bridge and shouted that President Kennedy had just been assassinated. The Pilot said "Christ, I hope this isn't the start of WWIII."

I can remember it as if it was yesterday..

22nd Nov 2013, 19:03
I was 10 and had got home from school and was in my bedroom playing with my short wave valve radio, one of those old ones in a wooden cabinet with a tuning knob and dial and a green quartile tuning indicator. I heard the news on Swiss Radio International and went downstairs to tell my mother. We switched on the TV, which took about 5 minutes to warm up, and listened to the reporting.

22nd Nov 2013, 19:05
This charming little Episcopalian centre of Catholic Kennedy worship was 2.7 miles in a northerly direction up the South Kent Road. There were no deaths there during my time, only a runaway or two. Much consternation at school assembly for some time and Old Glory at 1/2 mast. No one was allowed to smile for ages. Deep mourning was compulsory. It was as though one were in North Korea!

barry lloyd
22nd Nov 2013, 19:06
Arrived in Idlewild off the Aer Lingus flight to find everyone in a state of shock. I was 18 and it was my first visit to the US. I was expecting New York to be absolutely buzzing, but it was sombre, to say the least. The following day, one of the big department stores (possibly Macy's) had blacked out one of its windows and had a portrait of JFK in the centre - nothing else. I still have a clear memory of that as though it were yesterday.

Two days later, and I'm watching Oswald being led through the basement car park, when he's shot by Ruby, live on TV.

Fast forward to 6th June '68 and I'm in Los Angeles when his brother is shot in the kitchens of the Ambassador Hotel. I was less than a mile away at the time.

tony draper
22nd Nov 2013, 19:09
As I have said elsewhere,by my calculation somewhere in the Indian Ocean,but that's a big place.
I remember the Cuba Missile Crisis better,we were close enough to Cuba to hit it with a .45,the Old man issued four cans of beer per man,never happened before, thought we were all goners we did, but I was young and daft and like all young and daft men thought I was immortal so found it all a bit exciting.

sled dog
22nd Nov 2013, 19:15
RAF Tengah ( FEAF :ok: ) walking to the Mess when a vehicle stopped and driver shouted the news . God, 50 years ago...........

Nervous SLF
22nd Nov 2013, 19:17
I don't mean this in a nasty way at all but it obviously didn't mean much to me as I can't remember - sorry.:O

Loose rivets
22nd Nov 2013, 19:53
Gosh, you have a lot of islands near you. And, you're only 50 miles from another of our illustrious members.

22nd Nov 2013, 19:53
Didn't mean much to me either : never bought in to the JFK hagiography. Think he was a bit of an all round s&&t .
Cuban missile thingy - thought the end was at hand.

22nd Nov 2013, 19:56
In the cinema in Godalming, they flashed it up on the screen.

Mac the Knife
22nd Nov 2013, 20:07
At a slave camp boarding school in the southern counties.....



22nd Nov 2013, 20:15
I was 16 and at my high school goofing of in the library when a teacher came running into the room screaming 'They've shot him, they've shot him!

Course at that moment, I'd not a clue as to had been shot. Then the headmaster (principle) made a PA announcement that President Kennedy had been shot and taken to hospital. Then shortly later he canceled all classes for the remainder of the day.

Most of us just stood around in shock talking about what had happend and what would happen next. Then some arse said that he was happy that Kennedy had been shot. The teachers managed to pull us off of him before we hurt him too badly.

After that I walked home then my mother, brother and I stayed glued to the TV. My father had been ordered to stay on base and we didn't see him for three days.

I was devastated and was in shock, I just couldn't believe something like this could happen in the United States. Not to President Kennedy.

22nd Nov 2013, 20:24
I was at my apt. Having lunch in California when in college. Classes were cancelled. Felt like I had lost a close friend.

Robert Cooper
22nd Nov 2013, 20:31
I was at a restaurant in downtown Singapore. Chinese staff became rather agitated and obviously upset, and on asking what the problem was they told us that Kennedy had been assassinated. Whole restaurant went quiet.

Bob C

22nd Nov 2013, 20:37
Same thing with me. 3rd grade, catholic school, over the PA. Only we didn't get dismissed.

22nd Nov 2013, 20:46
I was 7.
Dad sent me across to the corner shop across the road at 99 Station Street, Loughborough, for '20 Players'. The corner shop was owned by Lily Sykes, who was profoundly deaf. She ran that little shop until the late 1970s, single-handed.
2 customers were discussing the latest news. When I went home, with the aforementioned cigarettes, Mum and Dad didn't believe what I told them I'd just heard.
Sadly, Mum, Dad, Lily Sykes and JFK are longer with us. It was one of those 9/11 moments. When I went to that shop, I distinctly remember it was dark.

22nd Nov 2013, 20:50
Fast forward to 6th June '68

Remember that one too, as it was my 17th birthday.

A few buds and me had secured a couple of cases of Ringnes ($) Norwegian beer and had an evening of adolescent debauchery planned at the local drive-in theatre with our stunning, voluptuous girlfriends, the front end of my stylish Corvair filled with ice courtesy of my employer, McDonald's, to cool the beer. Then we learned of Bobby's death and decided, F*ck it! Let's stay home and nurse this one. This was shortly after MLK's murder.

22nd Nov 2013, 20:52
Too young to remember JFK. Only time glued to the TV for anything other than the weekend cartoons was watching Walter Crinkite on CBS following Apollo 11.

flying lid
22nd Nov 2013, 21:01
I was 11 at the time, and with all honesty I don't remember it.

Just watched the ceremony at Dallas live on UK TV. Very moving. Kennedy seems to have been a good guy, but had many enemies.

I do remember, quite vividly, where I was and what I was doing when 9/11 happened. That event I shall never forget.


22nd Nov 2013, 21:26
Safely tucked up in the womb with slightly less than 3 months to run. But I do recall watching the live results of JFK's determination, Apollo 11.

22nd Nov 2013, 22:02
16 at the time, I was playing cards (probably 3 card brag) with a mate called Kennedy! My parents called us through to see the item on the TV. I recall we stayed for a few minutes and looked suitably shocked, then I'm sorry to say we went back to the card game.

We were cynical sods in those days - I recall that within days the sick jokes were being swapped at school - I wont repeat them out of respect. I remember a girl I fancied feeling really sorry for Jacky Kennedy and I feigned sympathy in a (fruitless) attempt to get into her knickers!

22nd Nov 2013, 22:06
I don't mean this in a nasty way at all but it obviously didn't mean much to me as I can't remember - sorry.

Nervous SLF - it must have something to do with the fact that we are stood on our heads, as I can't remember, either. My logbook shows that I was at home ( UK those days ) that's as far as I can get.

I know precisely where I was when RFK was shot, I guess I took more notice second time around, and I was stood at the far end of the bar in the Grand Hotel in Manchester, under the TV, a pint of Greenalls Best Bitter to hand, when Neil Armstrong stepped on to the Moon ( it was also my wedding anniversary, and I wasn't at home ! - not popular, but bread had to be earned)

22nd Nov 2013, 22:21
Nervous SLF - it must have something to do with the fact that we are stood on our heads, as I can't remember, either. My logbook shows that I was at home ( UK those days ) that's as far as I can get.
Must be a problem with only some psrts of Southern Hemisphere.
I was 13. In car outside a Chinese takeaway in Box Hill (Suburb in Melbourne, Australia). Came as a shock, but no feeling of impending doom or war with us so far away. Just disbelief that it could happen in that day and age. Seemed so medieval to assassinate the head of state in a modern Western democracy.

Barksdale Boy
22nd Nov 2013, 22:27
I had just got off a No. 68 bus at the north end of Waterloo bridge on the way to a dance at college with a brand new girlfriend. An obviously American man staggered towards us shouting, "They got Jack, they got Jack". We had no idea what he was talking about, thinking him drunk. We heard the news when we got to college, where a minute's silence was held. It all seemed so surreal. The news that the Governor of Texas had also been shot led to the impression for a short while that the whole system was coming down.

Thirty years later to the day at a party in Hong Kong we were asking each other the usual question. Turned out that someone there had been a hundred yards from me in the Strand Palace Hotel when he heard the news - a strange connection.

22nd Nov 2013, 22:42
Aged 13, sitting at home with the parents watching "Take Your Pick" with Michael Miles. The first half of the show gave way to the commercial break which was immediately interrupted by the first news flash that I had ever seen.

Then straight back to Take Your Pick!


22nd Nov 2013, 22:55
I was 18 and as a Officer Cadet was at my very first Mess Dinner at the Britannia Royal Naval College Dartmouth when the news came through.

22nd Nov 2013, 23:06
I was 14 yrs old, it was a lovely, warm Summers morning - a Saturday, just like today - and several of us teenage mates were just "hanging around" at a mates place about 300M from my home.

I can remember we were on our pushbikes, riding up and down the fairly deserted road just adjacent to my best mates place, trying to find something to do - when he came haring out of the house, jumped on his pushbike and rode up to us, saying - "someone has just killed President Kennedy! - they shot him!"

I can remember how shocked he was - and surprisingly, how shocked I became, at hearing the news - seeing as I had little interest in politics, leaders, or world events at that time.
Life was a ball, the world was our oyster, and having fun occupied a large portion of our time, in our early teenage years.

Suddenly, the world seemed to become a much more serious place. Assassinating leaders was unheard of, for us. TV was relatively new, and I think TV increased the impact. I know my mate saw the news on TV, and that's why he rushed out to tell us.

The days following seemed to be a lot grimmer, as if a large cloud had blocked out the sun shining on the world - even though the events were on the other side of the world.
JFK seemed to have a great future, and obviously, many American people were looking forward to great things from him - but it was all cut down in seconds. It seemed like Innocence died that day and Evil took its place.

The surprising thing to me was that the U.S. President had all that massive personal, Police and Secret Service protection - yet it did him not a single ounce of good.
All it took was one angry young man and an old rifle, to defeat all that protection.

22nd Nov 2013, 23:31
I was about fifty miles West of Aden, we were on what is/was called a shake down exercise, the entire HQ troop, of our squadron, (Royal Engineers), deployed, a practice for when we would do it for real, which we eventually did. About 0200hrs one of the other lads on watch had a civilian radio and we got it from there. Never forgotten it.

We were pretty alert even at that hour as we were more concerned the Dissidents might come down out of the hills to see if we were easy pickings, little did they know we had a troop of RM Commandoes with us, no one went unescorted in those days!

22nd Nov 2013, 23:40
By the time the news reached Eastern Europe it was past 11-year old's bed time. The next morning my grandmother woke me up, for school, and told me the news. I don't remember my reactIon, at that moment, but I do Remember breaking out in tears when I saw the picture of John-John saluting the hearse. The next day the whole family went to the US Embassy to sign the book of condolences.

23rd Nov 2013, 00:48
I think I was toddling around the house looking
for tasty dirt and dead bugs to eat.

23rd Nov 2013, 01:00
I was 15 months old. So yeah I was in my bed....


23rd Nov 2013, 02:43
I was in Grade 3 at St Bernard's School in Orillia, Ontario, Canada. The principal, Mr Obee, came into my classroom and told us. We were dismissed for the rest of the day, and I remember Mother54Phan graciously dealing with the sudden appearance of the balance of her brood of 8 children, on a rainy Friday afternoon. Glued to the TV all weekend. I was 8 but I remember thinking that things would never be quite the same.

Takan Inchovit
23rd Nov 2013, 03:03
On a grassy knoll somewhere, playing with my fathers gun. :uhoh:

23rd Nov 2013, 09:14
In Armagh on the Mall in the Cricket pavilion with my girlfriend having a knee trembler. She later bought me the William Manchester book "The Death of a President".

23rd Nov 2013, 09:18
Having just mastered the art of walking and having just cut my first pair of gnashers I was blissfully unaware of what happened out there in Dallas. Have subsequently visited the museum there and seen the grassy knoll.

Earliest memory of Kennnedy was my mother and aunt (both with bee hive hairstyles) discussing Jackie O...!


23rd Nov 2013, 10:01
...I was still in dad's ball sack......
Me too, well in my Dad's, but my Mum was at work at a shop opposite the theatre were the Beatles were playing that night !

23rd Nov 2013, 10:08
I was still in dad's ball sack......

Ah, truth is we were all in Baghdad at some stage...


23rd Nov 2013, 10:09
I was sitting on a student teacher's bed at Ripon Teachers Training College, enjoying some R'nR from my Vampire flying at Linton on Ouse. Often wondered what became of the nice lady.

23rd Nov 2013, 10:13
Arrived home to find no TV programme, just the BBC globe rotating.

23rd Nov 2013, 10:50
At RAF Melksham on a course, 19 years old. Was having a tea and sticky bun when the news came through. Seem to recall that the NAAFI was very quiet for a while that night.

23rd Nov 2013, 16:25
In the Rummer Bar in Bristol - several of us from the same school were in our second year at Bristol University and we'd invited our headmaster down for a bit of a re-union. The barman had the radio on so we heard it as soon as the BBC announced it. I don't seem to remember it making much of a difference to the evening - as it was a friday I'd have been [email protected]@rsed by about 23:00 anyway.

Come to think of it that must have been only the second or third time I ever spoke to the head in the nine years since I first went to that school. I got the impression he hadn't the faintest idea who I was, either.:\


23rd Nov 2013, 19:44
On parade at my local ATC sqn. The CO had us form up outside the sqn HQ and stand to attention for a minute's silence as a mark of respect.

Super VC-10
23rd Nov 2013, 19:49
I was asleep in my cot. :)

23rd Nov 2013, 19:59
I was seven years old. I heard the news on our decrepit old TV in the "front room" (that TV later caught fire and put out a cloud of purple smoke). I went into the living room and announced the news to my parents, who were shocked to say the least.

Romeo E.T.
23rd Nov 2013, 20:34
1/2 of me was a sperm, the other 1/2 was an egg, united approximately one month later.

23rd Nov 2013, 21:23
I Remember it was 7.30 in the evening on a Friday, allowed to stay up late as school was over for the week, Possibly watching Opportunity knocks?

Then remember on the Sunday, possibly live, Oswald being shot

This just after Cuban Missile Crises, though that was it, going to Fry!!

23rd Nov 2013, 21:51
"1/2 of me was a sperm, the other 1/2 was an egg, united approximately one month later."

For me it was united three months later !

23rd Nov 2013, 22:45
I was 13 and sitting in front of the radio listening to something.
Front room, Southam Crescent, R.A.F. Gaydon.

23rd Nov 2013, 22:52
I had just returned to school from the local hamburger lunch hangout.

at 33 years of age?

23rd Nov 2013, 22:56
We all know what a womaniser JK was but it is interesting to see recently revealed medical information showing that he continually suffered a great deal of pain, had Irritable Bowel Syndrome and daily took numerous tablets many of which were pain killers.

23rd Nov 2013, 23:12
I was sitting on a student teacher's bed at Ripon Teachers Training College,

And no doubt a one time or another patron in the lounge bar of the Unicorn Hotel?;)

Strange sort of coincidence, I too was sat on a student teachers bed at RTTC the night before we went to Aden, 7/8 Oct. 1963.

24th Nov 2013, 02:08
at 33 years of age?

Okies are a little slow sometimes

However, I think you are confusing the number of posts with age.


24th Nov 2013, 08:26
funfly - It's interesting how the press and TV of the times seemed to have entered into an agreement not to mention the president's medical problems - only recently I've seen film of Kennedy walking with crutches, which he then hands over to an aide before appearing in public. Rather like the lack of coverage of FDR in his wheelchair - as I understand it many Americans were unaware of his disability. That sort of level of privacy would be unthinkable these days - for better or worse.

26th Nov 2013, 19:25
..... Well yes, that was certainly a hard one to miss. Maybe because the 'Western world' and its press was also much in rapture with the Kennedy clan era ( I remember with a precision that exceeds one's own important stuff 50 years ago in UK, such as avoiding the 'Rolling Stones' at a local pub; the Profumo scandal, the resignation of Prime Minister Harold MacMillan etc. ).... I was 20 years old, and strolling along the main, or maybe the only street of Bagshot ( England ) when I overheard animated conversation about the Dallas shooting, but we had yet to hear that it was fatal. I had never been to America at this point.

Coincidentally however, I was due out to New York IDL with Pan Am the following morning on a course. Something of a muted atmosphere or something of an excitable atmosphere on the aircraft next day?.......truth is, I can't remember which in much detail. However, there were a large number of press personnel on board, and by this time we must have known Kennedy's wounds were never going to be survivable. Somewhere around half way, the Pan Am skipper decided on a show of hands amongst all of us that we would divert to Washington where it appeared all the reporters and journalists needed to be . Later, the very few of us left on board continued with the same crew on the second sector to IDL. En-route, the captain mentioned his own direction home, and offered anyone going that way a ride. ( On $15 per deum to include hotac, the briefed best route to Manhattan was via bus shuttle to the subway at Kew Gardens....On the E and F line through Queens to 59th St. These days the 'Air Train' of course makes it a breeze to the E, A, or ancillary parking and rental )

Despite the shattering news still being digested by one and all, that evening, my generous company hosts collected me from the hotel, and took me to the snazzy NYC Playboy Club. That also was a sharp culture induction for a simple lad from England. Great beer and rations. ( and something that smelt to me like paraffin with flags and junk in, called 'cocktails' ) There were elegant young women who chose to wear shiny swimming costumes indoors and who would approach your table looking as if they were about to drop to their knees, but would teasingly hesitate and pause at something known as the 'Bunny Dip'. This of course would make one feel instantly valued and admired, however one small step over the line with the bunny stuff, and I got the distinct impression that the follow through from the 'dip' trick might well be a swift Kanji chop to the vitals. Anyway, having a shrewd suspicion that this random murdering of Kennedy and the Camelot dream story was going to run for a while, I bought all that day's newspapers which I still have somewhere in the attic if the mice haven't chewed them up for nesting kit, that is.

In a strange sort of way, that trip somehow eventually led to my Grandchildren growing up in NYC......

26th Nov 2013, 20:13
.......I was due out to New York IDL........

Ahhh! Idlewild.

The airport was renamed Kennedy sometime during Dec. 24th 1963, and I flew out on an early morning departure the next day, so was one of the first aircraft to use the new call-sign "Kennedy", and there were many mistakes, i.e." Idlewild" - er, sorry -" Kennedy " Ground/Tower/Departure etc.

Just a bit of history now.

tony draper
26th Nov 2013, 21:05
Just as well it happened before the Grief Industry sprang into being(Princess Di) otherwise the American Embassy would have been twenty five foot deep in flowers and teddy bears.

22nd Nov 2015, 08:16
I found this recently in my loft. I remember I went with a rather nice girlfriend at the time. I think it was her sister's boyfriend who gave us the invite. Lost touch with her soon after but always remember that evening.
Guy's Hospital Dental Society 22nd November 1963

John Hill
22nd Nov 2015, 08:41
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. I had just taken the top off the gearbox of a Fordson Major tractor and a spring washer had dropped inside! Just when I was wondering if it would be necessary to tip the tractor upside down my mother called out something from the homestead verandah, something about Kennedy being shot.

BTW, my father said it would probably be OK provided we never tipped the tractor upside down and thousands(?) of acres ploughing proved him right.

22nd Nov 2015, 08:47
I had come back to my Parents Hotel for coming weekend party, on a break from my new job as a trainee farm manager, I was sat with my father drinking a pint of a new brew to the UK "Harp Larger" on Draught in one of his bars, whilst being served Smoked Salmon Sarnies to be followed by Sirloin, mushrooms, Chips with two eggs, as we were watching the BBC at that time as well, we all sat so focused, the cold food became warm and the hot food went Cold. My Dad went to every individual in his hotel to ask if they would all join us to stand in silence, and then drink a toast to the assassinated President, even though I was not a political animal, I sensed the world was changing with that death.

22nd Nov 2015, 12:11
I was sitting at the kitchen table with my Mamod stationary engine chugging away merrliy, as my mother came in to tell me the news, I knocked the bottle of meths over and the whole of the table was alight. My mothers exact words were " it's just been on the radio that President.....WHAT THE HELLS HAPPENING HERE". I was desperately trying to bat out the flames, but as anyone knows..the more one try to bat out meths flames the more they spread. Fortunately no damage was done as the flames quickly expired.
So I know exactly where I was that evening

tony draper
22nd Nov 2015, 12:26
It's strange,when I give the matter some thought there are very few particular days in my longish life life that I can say for sure exactly where I was and what I was doing at the time.
Rather disconcerting.:uhoh:

22nd Nov 2015, 12:41
7-years old and walking into Mum & Dad's bedroom for them to read a book to me only to be told 'Not this morning son, a great man has died'.

22nd Nov 2015, 12:45
We were having tea when one of the other lads in our church choir arrived to meet my brother and me before choir practice. He told us the news but we didn't believe him until we switched on the TV.

After choir practice walked down to the river with chums from the choir. We had our trannies with us to listen to pop on Luxembourg but the station was playing sombre classical music as a mark of respect. Whenever I hear the 2nd movement of Beethoven's 3rd Symphony I'm reminded of that fateful evening.

Sue VÍtements
22nd Nov 2015, 13:31
Two stories:

When I first came to Dallas, I had to pick up a car and drive it back to NY. I drove through downtown and was amazed to see all these people milling around, some standing in the middle of the road :rolleyes: and lots of flowers attached to the streetlamps. It seemed a little odd, especially as it was really only in one very small part of the city, but what did I know, I was 23 and not an American. It was only later that I realised that it was November 22nd 1983 :O and I'd unknowingly driven the exact same route.

(. . . well the bit going down the hill. You can't drive the bit before that because it's one way in the other direction now.)

Actually it's pretty much still like that now, but without the flowers. There's even an X painted on the road and people like to stand on it :ugh:

[let's not start the normal JB tosh over this one:= but . . .] I was at work one day when someone said that Clinton had been shot. My immediate thought was the obvious one, as Bill Clinton was the current president, but it turned out this guy's boyfriend was called Clinton and it was a previous partner who had come to the house and shot him.

If you get to Dallas, go and see the Sixth Floor Museum. It's really pretty good. Good enough in fact to expand down to the fifth floor. :}

22nd Nov 2015, 13:35
In the Bull at Bratton (edge of Salisbury Plain near Westbury) en route RAF Locking to RAF Upavon for a weekend's gliding, so I can confirm it was a Friday evening in UK. Stopped for a pint, and the barman said 'have you heard'.

My logbook says there was a Southerly wind that weekend, since we were ridge soaring at Huish rige.

22nd Nov 2015, 13:57
Crumbs, I was 25 at the time. Remember it well.

I was recently looking at all the conspiracy idea - what a load of rubbish.

Interesting to conjecture what would have happened had he lived.

"Let us not think what they can do for us, rather what we can do for them"


Super VC-10
22nd Nov 2015, 14:06
I was 4 months old then. Almost certainly asleep in my cot. :zzz:

22nd Nov 2015, 14:08
I can remember where I was when I heard Elvis was dead.

That had more meaning for me.

22nd Nov 2015, 21:03
My Mum tells me it was the the date my dad asked her to marry her :-)

22nd Nov 2015, 21:39
I was eight years old, and living in Ramsbottom Lancs.
Don't remember the exact day but do remember seeing the footage.

22nd Nov 2015, 21:54
Why are we all responding to this now?

It was 22nd Nov 1963


22nd Nov 2015, 22:35
It was a Friday night, as I was at the church youth club, aged 13. The parish priest came in and told us the news. We had to stop what we were doing and say prayers, then we carried on doing whatever we were doing before.

23rd Nov 2015, 01:55
I had a mid-term exam in English Literature that Friday morning. T S Elliott's "The Wasteland" was the main topic.

Finished at 1130, grabbed a quick lunch, and was walking into the Residence lounge to play cards, and noticed the TV was on. It was just before 1pm.

23rd Nov 2015, 01:59
To continue the story: On the following Sunday, the 24th, my roommate Gerry and I, being good Catholic boys then, went downtown to church, stopped at the Presbyterians next door because they always had some really good pastries for the taking, and went to Mass.

Coming back through the Student Union afterwards, once again everyone clustered around the TV's there. Jack Ruby had just become famous.

23rd Nov 2015, 04:26
For us in Australia it was the 23rd, because we are so far ahead of the US time zones. It was a hot afternoon sitting with a group of RAN Gliding Association (RANGA) pilots at the side of runway 26 at the Naval Air Station, HMAS Albatross. We were pushing gliders around backwards, as was the custom when launching via auto-tow.

Someone amongst us must have had their car-radio turned on and heard the news and they told us. We were all pretty stunned, but I recall we kept launching gliders for the remainder of the afternoon.

We did not have a TV set at that time, so we listened to the ABC news that evening and heard all there was to be known at that stage. It seemed the world was holding its breath...

23rd Nov 2015, 05:11
Many years before my time. I vaguely remember John Lennon getting shot though when I was in primary school.

23rd Nov 2015, 05:40
I was in third grade - I only lived a block from the school so I routinely walked home for lunch. When I arrived for lunch my mom was rather upset and told me the president had just been shot. I doubt I fully understood, but I remember that I hoped I was having a bad dream and it wasn't real :(
As is still common with breaking news, there was a lot of confusion and conflicting information, but as I was leaving to walk back to school there were several unconfirmed reports that Kennedy was dead.
Shortly after I returned to class, there was an announcement over the PA that President Kennedy had died.
Perhaps the first really bad day of my then young life :sad:

23rd Nov 2015, 06:43
I was three, so not really interested at all. Not much has changed over the intervening years.....

But, what I've never heard discussed is WHY he was shot? Was it sinister forces at work in the military industrial complex, or just a lone nutter- and even if it was just LHO, was he really just a lone, motiveless actor?

Also, I've stood in the spot where those who think he was shot from the front think the shooter fired from. I've no idea if there was anyone there that day or not, but I've done a lot of shooting in my time, and that was the perfect- and I mean perfect spot, to shoot him from. If you were worried about missing him, or about picking him out amongst others, that location would give a marksman every opportunity to kill.

23rd Nov 2015, 07:00
But, what I've never heard discussed is WHY he was shot? Was it sinister forces at work in the military industrial complex, or just a lone nutter- and even if it was just LHO, was he really just a lone, motiveless actor?

Good discussion here, using base facts from the Warren Commission and other official sources.

Why Did Lee Harvey Oswald Kill President Kennedy? : The JFK Assassination (http://22november1963.org.uk/why-did-lee-harvey-oswald-kill-president-kennedy)

tony draper
23rd Nov 2015, 07:04
Nobody here is going to say they were standing on a grassy knoll.:uhoh:

23rd Nov 2015, 08:05
Things were seen in black and white in my household. I remember asking my mother who'd been shot. (No comma). She said it was just a Bigwig IRA supporter, like the pope.

She said much the same about John Lennon.

23rd Nov 2015, 08:05
Although not allowed in to the actual "sniper's nest" you can sit at the window next to it on the 5th floor of the Depository.
If you do, I think you will see that with a slowly moving cavalcade going almost directly away from it, JFK presented an easy, slowly rising target. Dealey Plaza is a lot smaller than it seems in most imagery, and Oswald was initially shooting from less than a couple of hundred feet away.
Three shots in 6 seconds is quite leisurely, even for a bolt action -3 seconds between each.
The Zapruder film was taken from well up on the so called" Grassy Knowl"and Oswald was shooting from the fifth floor up and around 200 ft to the left of the camera.
Books are still coming out about the event. One recent one, "A Cruel and Shocking Act" by Philip Shenon , goes in to the internal machinations of the Warren Commission in some depth.

23rd Nov 2015, 11:32
Yes, it was doable from the book depository, but much much easier from the spot I was shown.
From that location, it was a zero tracking, zero deflection, straight shot at less than 25yards. A hit in the head was a certainty.

If I was a-picking my spot, I'd make it as easy as possible. Other folk might easily get in the way of a 'clean' shot, but not from that spot.

I guess we'll never know......as usual.

Ancient Observer
23rd Nov 2015, 12:10
My kind uncle had given me a Perdio small trannie radio. (He worked for them). I think they became JVC.

So I would have heard it in my bedroom listening to either Radio Caroline or Radio Luxembourg.

23rd Nov 2015, 13:07
Perdio radio (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perdio_Radio).

23rd Nov 2015, 13:43
Was indeed a Friday evening in the UK, and young Teeters was about to go to Scouts - which he did. Some discussion there, but not much. David Littlejohn - one of my mates - thought it would start a war.....

Mother was p'd off that "Emergency Ward 10" - an early hospital soap - was cancelled; it was normally 1930-2000 on a Friday.

Pa was a "short wave listener" (like a radio ham, but not transmitting) and listened to some US news broadcasts that night. He continued to do that for a few days; a couple of days later - on the Sunday IIRC - he actually heard Jack Ruby shoot Oswald live on the radio! Came into the front room from his "shack" and said:

"Someone's shot the bloke who shot Kennedy."

It was a surprising amount of time (surprising now) before that piece of news got to the UK media.

And of course, between those events, the Saturday saw the first ever Doctor Who! - good grief :eek: I've been watching the Doctor on and off for more than 50 years!!!

23rd Nov 2015, 14:47
I was 14, saw the news on tv.

Main thing I remember was watching TW3 that evening, Millicent Martin singing a tribute song (magnificently) (as I recall the background scenery was just a picture of a sunset. Very apt, though I didn't really realise it at the time).

tony draper
23rd Nov 2015, 15:14
The Kennedy assasination has become something of a industry,much in the manner of Who was Jack the Ripper, or all the lunacy penned on who and what buit the Great Pyramid and Who wrote Shakespeare.

23rd Nov 2015, 16:10
Thought I'd posted on here but can't find it ? anyway on the flight deck of an Argosy overhead Salalah inbound to K/Sar, really unable to comprehend, on landing back at K/Sar went about telling chaps the news was met with disbelief until special broadcast on BFBS confirmed it, stiff drinks (many) in order to attempt to work out how the world would then change. PH.

Ancient Observer
23rd Nov 2015, 16:26
What do you mean "Who wrote Shakespeare?"

He wrote the first couple of plays himself, but his theatre was in desperate financial straits, so he called up his mate in Foxapple to help him write some more stuff, sharpish.
Foxapple used their standard software to analyse his style and use of English, and then knocked off a few plays based on one-liners that Shakespeare and Heminges sent over to them. They had their minds on future world domination through the Shakespeare plays.

A young Ben Johnson complained to the ageing Queen about the export of jobs, and the Queen was minded to ban the Foxapple plays, especially as they (Foxapple) did not pay any taxes in the UK.
Foxapple got over this by giving her then lover, the Duke of Anjou a N.E.D. job and a large piece of land in the Netherlands. Later they sent over some Engineers to fix the Spanish Armada.

However, playwrights are tricky people, and our Bill reneged on the deal with Foxapple, which delayed their world domination by a few hundred years.
They didn't mind too much as they had a Long Term Vision.

tony draper
23rd Nov 2015, 16:38
I lean more toward Marlow meself,like Elvis he faked his own death. :rolleyes:

23rd Nov 2015, 16:40
At a party near Woking. It dampened spirits and the party broke up earlier than usual. The whole atmosphere was surreal.

Sir George Cayley
23rd Nov 2015, 19:35
I had some boxes to drop in at the Texas Book Depository :ooh:

Then I went to watch a film:eek: