Paul Revere by Cyrus Dallin, North End, Boston



Monday, November 22, 2010


John Fitzgerald Kennedy

May 29, 1917 – November 22, 1963


BB-Idaho said...

We remember indeed-
In April 1960 Kennedy gave a campaign speech at our Wisconsin college. I
was one of many young students that got to shake his hand afterwards. I graduated the year he was assasinated. Yes, we remember.

Shaw Kenawe said...

I came home from school that day and found my mother and father crying. That whole weekend was drenched in tears.

Sue said...

I'll NEVER forget. John, Bobby, Ted...RIP great Americans

Charlene said...

I remember.

I was in 7th grade and the teacher told us the news. My grandmother never liked Kennedy because he was Catholic. She was just as sad and the rest of us though.

Leslie Parsley said...

This is a comment I left at DemWit.

I think most of us who are old enough to remember that day can probably remember exactly where we were and what we were doing. It was like a huge silence decended on the entire nation.

But even back then people were ugly. I was in Atlanta. Some people in the room where I was sitting openly cheered. The rest of us were appalled - not only at the news that the president had been shot but at the disrespect expressed by some of those in the room.

The next day Ralph McGill wrote in an editorial in the Atlanta Constitution that he was on a plane flying back to Atlanta when the captain made the announcement. He wrote about a fellow sitting next to him who said something to the effect, "thank God for our country."

I called my mom and cried on her long distance shoulder. I remember how devastated she was and then how she said when something so unspeakably awful happens things have a way of improving. She was of course referring to all the civil rights unrest of the time.

I wonder if today she would see many signs of improvement.

Shaw Kenawe said...

I visited Dallas years ago and saw the school book depository and the museum it has become. I remember looking at the exhibits and reading the texts under the black and white photos of that day and experiencing this awful feeling of loss and despair again. I hadn't realized how deep and lasting the horrors of that day and the following dies irae were and how they would stay with me forever.

Dave Miller said...

I was five and shopping for my birthday party with my mom when news came over the radio.

The attendant at the toy store feinted and my mom told we just had to go home.

Needless to say, my party was cancelled.

The Kennedy tragedies are very fresh for me to this day.

dmarks said...

I once had a quick tour through Dallas, and saw these places. I was born too late, and only know JFK through the memories of those whom I know who worked with him, or remember him in the news.