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I was um, nonexistent, on November 22, 1963.
Sorry, you asked! :)
I was 10 years old and in school. I remember the school let us go home early and no school until after the funeraal. I remember watching the funeral on TV and cryingg at the same time... Did I understand all of it? No, had no clue but it was sad nevertheless....
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Christine, you're such a tyke!
I was a toddler. If I recall correctly, my mother went into early labor (my kid sister was born on 11/26/63) and I was taken to my maternal grandparents' apartment on the Upper East Side, just steps from the U.N., while my father brought my mother to Mount Sinai Hospital. Our whole family, Kennedy Democrats who had campaigned for him (so I did understand the import of what had happened -- my parents were very political), were devastated and in shock.
I am with Christine on this one non existent. But my mother has told me all about it. She told me she was at school when he died and that the teacher had wheeled in a tv cart so that they could see what was going on. She said she remembers everyone crying and adults shaking there head like no it can not be. The hope of government had died with him. Until... his brother.
It was tragic to loose him, he had the power to change the world. The first president that was treated more like a movie star than a government head. What made it worse was to loose his brother next. A painful reminder of what they could have done or were going to do.
I love Kennedy history and even as a kid I would make my mother and grandfather tell me about them. Politics was a big deal in our home. Thank you for posting this Leslie I thought I was one of only a few who cared.
Lizzy, it's sweet to discover that we're kindred spirits in another way as well! My parents took me campaigning for RFK and I remember the rallies in NYC and how galvanized people were by his message and by the possibility that changes for the better, especially for the poverty-ridden, might actually happen.
My father kept a photo in his office of him standing beside Bobby Kennedy. And when I was a little girl I had a huge crush on him (RFK, not my father!) :).
I was completly brokenhearted by Bobby Kennedy's assassination, too. Of course it came almost on the heels of Martin Luther King's assassination -- and I kept asking my parents why all the good people were the ones who got shot and died.
I really questioned why the good people die and the bad people live after George Wallace, the racist governor of Alabama, got shot -- and survived -- while JFK, RFK, and MLK were killed by the bullets they took.
I was in my 4th grade class just after lunch and our teacher came in and turned off the light. She sat down in front of the class and through her tears she told us what happened. We all started crying!!! I was devastated, he was on of my heros. I watched t.v. all weekend, saw Jack Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald. Over the years I have read several bios on the Kennedys. He really was a great social reformer.
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