Residents of Chattanooga and surrounding area recall where they were when they learned that JFK had been slain.
In 11th grade typing class. I cried and cried. I do remember a classmate saying "Yeah." I will never forget that. Still hurts today.
-- Jean Norville, Jackson, Tenn.
I was a single lieutenant in the United States Army stationed in Bremerhaven Germany. ... It was a sad time, and for months, when seen in uniform, Germans would ask us, "Why would an American kill President Kennedy?"
-- Ray Millard, Ringgold
I was 16 and at my father's funeral. JFK and my Dad shared May 29th birthdays.
-- Rawlin Parker, Chattanooga
[I was in my] 4th grade classroom, teacher started crying and so did the students. I wrote this poem when I was nine years old: He was young, he was brave, for God and America his life he gave. By his works we were fascinated, if only he was not assassinated.
-- Anna Miller Grabowski
I was passing thru the student lounge at Tennessee Tech and heard Walter Cronkite announce the shooting of the President on the BxW TV there. I rushed to my nearby dorm room to pray for him.
-- Larry Boyd, Vervilla, Tenn.
I was in third grade at Ashford Park school in Atlanta. I remember us getting out of school. It was the first time I had seen teachers and adults cry.
-- Deborah Bright
I was in the 3rd grade in Yuma, Arizona. A friend of mine came back from having lunch at home and told us about it while we were jumping rope. We didn't believe her and then the outdoor intercom came on and the principal announced it and we all went home early.
-- Susan Landis
I heard it just before going in late to Adrian Ansell's 8th grade English class at Red Bank Jr High. When I came into class, she asked me why I was late and I told her "President Kennedy just got shot." She said, "Shut up and go sit down." About 15 minutes later, someone came around and gave her the news. I ran into her years later and asked if she remember me, and she replied, "I will never forget you. You are the one who came in and told me President Kennedy had been shot and I did not believe you."
-- Joe Kirkpatrick, Cleveland, Tenn.
I was 7 and a second-grader at Fairview Elementary near Rossville. We were in the auditorium watching movies when our principal interrupted and announced the President had been killed and school was dismissed. I thought on my walk home, you know, this might just be on the news! How naive I was.
-- Duke Mattox, Flintstone, Ga.
My first memory of life. I was 3 years old eating lunch with my mama. It came on TV and my mama started crying saying they killed our President. I had no idea what a President even was so I asked my mama is the President my Daddy?
-- Sandra Maynor, Benton Station, Tenn.
Sitting in Mrs. Turner's 2nd grade class at White Oak Elementary. The principal announced it on the intercom. I remember all of the teachers crying and consoling each other in the hallways. They turned school out early that day.
-- Steve Thurman, Nashville
They can still hear the voice that brought the news, breaking into a song on the car radio or disrupting a lesson over a school public address speaker.
They remember the prayers offered up from sidewalks and sofas, some whispered and others wailed. They can still taste the tears.
Even 50 years later, Americans who lived through the day President John F. Kennedy was killed do not have to pause to summon recollections.
"It just rushes back," says David Miron, now 73, his voice quavering when he recounts how, as a 23-year-old inductee into JFK's Peace Corps, he heard the news.
The axiom is that everyone of his generation knows just where they were. The reality is that many also recall precisely how it felt as word broke, in a staccato series of news bulletins.
How could they ever forget?
DALLAS, NOV. 22 -- PRESIDENT KENNEDY WAS SHOT TODAY JUST AS HIS MOTORCADE LEFT DOWNTOWN DALLAS. MRS. KENNEDY JUMPED UP AND GRABBED MR. KENNEDY. SHE CRIED, "OH, NO!" THE MOTORCADE SPED ON.
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At St. Mary's High School in Warren, Ohio, an English lesson was cut short by the somber voice of Sister Mary St. George, the principal, over the intercom: "The president has been shot."
"We all said a prayer and everybody was crying ... everybody, the nuns, the teachers, all the students," says Rosa Eberle, now 66. "They all adored him and all the good he was trying to do for civil rights and for the country, to try to get us on track. It was like you lost a family member ..."
That afternoon, Eberle's classmate Nanette Baglanis was taking her turn, as did all seniors, to visit the state employment office.
"I was just sitting there waiting to be interviewed and a big guy with work clothes on, he just came running in, screaming, 'They killed our president! They killed our president!'... He was crying and it was like he saw it himself."
Three years earlier, when JFK campaigned in Warren, Baglanis had served in a student honor guard, "Kennedy Girls," who ringed the stage in Catholic school uniforms, gazing up in admiration as the Massachusetts senator spoke to the crowd of 40,000.
Now, rushing from the employment office, "I was crying all the way home," Baglanis says.
When the diocese opened a new school the following year it was christened in Kennedy's name. But as one of the last graduates of St. Mary's, Baglanis maintained her own tribute -- an album filled with photos of the assassinated president, his wife and children.
"They were like a part of the family," she says.
DALLAS, TEX., NOV. 22 -- REP. ALBERT THOMAS, D-TEX., SAID TODAY HE WAS INFORMED PRESIDENT KENNEDY ... WAS STILL ALIVE BUT WAS "IN VERY CRITICAL" CONDITION.
Minutes after the shooting, investors poured into the "board room" at Bache & Co. in Manhattan's Chrysler Building, says Ted Weisberg, then a 23-year-old broker. There was no radio. So instead they crowded around a ticker rattling out a paper ribbon of news headlines, and glanced up nervously at plummeting stock prices projected onto a screen.
When the New York Stock Exchange halted trading at 2:07 p.m. Eastern time, New York was already shutting down. Offices, shops and schools closed early and sent workers out into a surreal afternoon tide.
"Everybody was just in a state of shock," says Weisberg, now a dean of the trading floor. "What I remember is the traffic. ... Everybody was going home at once and, holy cow, you couldn't get anywhere."
Weisberg met up with his father to drive home to Long Island and spent a couple of hours in the outbound crawl. Finally, they pulled off the highway and spent the evening in a Chinese restaurant that offered sustenance and a pay phone to call home. But it did nothing to separate them from the city's despair.
"People were devastated," Weisberg says, "and it had nothing to do with politics."
DALLAS, TEX., NOV. 22 -- PRESIDENT KENNEDY WAS GIVEN BLOOD TRANSFUSIONS TODAY AT PARKLAND HOSPITAL IN AN EFFORT TO SAVE HIS LIFE ...
With his shift over at Boston City Hospital, Dr. H. Jack Geiger pointed his Plymouth Valiant into afternoon traffic.
"I was on my way home, driving down Chestnut Hill Avenue," says Geiger, who was then 38 and a third-year medical resident. "I had the car radio on and I heard the news. And I hit the car ahead of me."
Geiger still recalls how the newscaster's voice choked up when he read the bulletin. For hours afterward, Geiger tried to call his wife, but the circuits were so overloaded, all he got was a busy signal.
In Kennedy, Geiger says he saw a symbol of both the nation's divide and its promise. Months earlier, he had attended the March on Washington, watching to see how the young president would meet the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.'s demands for societal change. The following year, Geiger would join Freedom Summer activists in Mississippi, encountering poverty that persuaded him to found community health centers in Boston and the Mississippi Delta.
But on the afternoon Kennedy was killed, Geiger felt blindsided.
"We, like I think a lot of people, had a despairing sense of 'What is the country coming to?' and 'Is it descending into unrelenting violence?' That was the first shock. And the second was the sense of loss, not just so much for this particular president, but for what felt like a disruption to the whole social fabric. ..."
"Our world changed then, really."
DALLAS, TEX., NOV. 22 (AP) -- PRESIDENT (KENNEDY) WAS GIVEN THE LAST HOLY RITES OF THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH TODAY ...
David Miron's class full of fifth-graders was watching a televised math lesson when the head teacher told him to change the channel.
Miron was weeks away from leaving for a Peace Corps assignment in Colombia. But that afternoon he was in a school at northern New Mexico's Jemez Pueblo Indian settlement with other volunteers, training to use a televised teaching program. When Miron switched away from the video lesson, CBS newsman Walter Cronkite's grave intonations filled the classroom.
"The next thing you know, Cronkite's taking off his glasses, sheds a tear and says the president has been assassinated," Miron says, recalling the jarring disconnect between the tragedy and his surroundings.
"It's a spectacular day. The sun's up, it's bright and we're up about 3,000 feet ... and the world just completely turned around."
Miron and his fellow volunteers kept silent during an hourlong ride back to Albuquerque. But gathering in a lounge, they spent the night despairing over what the president death's meant. Several Colombian teachers who had joined the group tried to comfort them, recalling their own loss of Jorge Eliecer Gaitan, a beloved presidential candidate shot dead in 1948.
"I certainly remember our group and all the crying, all the hugging and trying to make sense of it all, and the dimension of the Colombians, trying to explain it to us," efforts to console that continued for weeks, says Miron, who now lives in Ponte Vedra, Fla.
"Hijos de Kennedy, they would call us," he says, "the children of Kennedy."
DALLAS -- TWO PRIESTS WHO WERE WITH KENNEDY SAY HE IS DEAD OF BULLET WOUNDS.
Shaded by live oaks draped with Spanish moss and tucked away in South Carolina's tidal marshes, the Penn Center retreat offered sanctuary in difficult times. It was the ideal place, Andrew Young recalls, to bring together black Southerners for literacy training, part of a campaign to get around written tests that white officials used to keep them from voting.
"We were in the middle of a session when we heard that the president had been shot," says Young, then an administrator for the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, and later mayor of Atlanta and ambassador to the United Nations.
"People just started crying and moaning, and when I said, 'We need to pray for the president and the nation,' everybody just got down on their knees by their chairs."
DALLAS -- PRESIDENT KENNEDY DIED AT 1 P.M. (CST)
Inside the Penn Center hall, the grieving of more than 50 civil rights workers rose to "an out-loud moan and groan and an old-fashioned Southern prayer," says Young, himself a minister.
Not long after Kennedy's death, the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. warned Young of its portent. "I remember him saying, 'Well, our days are numbered. If 400 Secret Service can't protect the president, we need to realize that any day could be our last."
"So, it was grief for the nation," Young says, "it was grief for the president and his family, but it was also grief for ourselves."