news was worse 10th http://www.broncosnflofficialproshop.com/Nike-Terrance-Knighton-Jersey.html birthday was the Sunday before Nov. 22, 1963. I got a Texaco Fire Chief fire engine pumper truck. White fourth grade classroom at De Soto Consolidated School in De Soto, Iowa, when the principal came to the doorway and summoned the teacher into the hall. Seventeen children silently wondered if someone was in trouble. Some, including myself, thought, don let it be me. returned to tell us President Kennedy had been shot. A short time later she was summoned again. This time the news was worse: Our president was dead. I guess the constant black and white images filling our TV screen made it seem that, for a time, the whole world was devoid of color. Around lunchtime, a special bulletin came and a sergeant turned it up. It said the president had been shot in Dallas. Monday, the funeral procession was filmed with incessant muffled drums and the cortege preceded by a black riderless horse with boots in the stirrups turned backward. Stewart, CMSgt in the Air Force (now deceased), was stationed and living in base quarters on Clark Field, Luzon, one of the Philippine Islands. He wouldn be shot in our country. it was true. StewartSpringfieldEyewitness to historyI was 6 years old and in first grade when President Kennedy was assassinated. My mother had my sister, who was 5, watch the funeral because she said we may never see anything like this again. There was a radio at the switchboard that had been turned up so all personnel in the office could hear the news. As a member of the steno pool, I had typed several interviews (FD 302s) regarding this investigation. HowardSpringfield in the room was Friday afternoon and as a senior at Feitshans High, I was looking forward to the weekend. kidding about that, was my reply. I was na and hopeful enough to think that since he was the president, he would be OK. After all, he would get to the hospital quickly and have the best doctors. A short time later, the announcement came over the PA system. Our president had died. The images are still vivid seeing Jackie trying to climb onto the trunk of the car; watching Lyndon Johnson take the oath of president on the plane with Jackie standing next to him in her blood stained outfit; Jack Ruby getting within feet of Oswald and killing him; John Jr. 23. 1963, read: president is dead. It didn matter what your political views were. It was as if you lost a family member. You could hardly get through the day, every day. However, that day I did not have a choice but to go ahead with the party.

Page 3 of 22 We did not know him or attend the funeral. It was on TV nonstop for days. They are to be our now 55 year old daughter EthellAthens could count his freckles have two memorable occasions concerning President Kennedy. First, his visit to Springfield, where he passed so close to me in a convertible that I could have reached out and touched him. 22, 1963, my birthday. I was in the recovery room at St. 22, 1963, I was employed by the Illinois Department of Mental Health. Our office was on the fourth floor of the Stratton Office Building in Springfield. and was on my way back to work when I met a co worker in the hallway and he said President Kennedy has just been shot. He suggested that we go to the mail room where there was a radio to listen to the news, and we stayed until they announced the president was dead. I remember it was a Friday afternoon and gloomy and a light rain was falling when a co worker gave me a ride home. In 1963, news traveled slower. We were on what I think was the Congress Street expressway. As usual, the traffic was backed up for miles, but it was eerily silent. Normally, the honking and cursing were never ending backup noise. In our car we were silent also. The sound of the radio accompanied us during the four hour trip. To me, we were in a new era of communication. I was shocked that we could view the murder of a man whose guilt had not yet been established and that I was watching a man dying in real time. The days of Camelot were over and I felt a loss of what seemed to be a certain innocence. 22, 1963, I was in basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, Mo. Several trucks showed up and we were ordered into them for the trip back to base from the range. Wow, we thought! What a treat. Why are they suddenly so good to us?Back at base we were assembled in the formation area. This was mid afternoon. We were ordered back to barracks. Stay put, they barked!What? No drills? Just sit tight? Something going on, but what? Several of the recruits had portable radios. They ran to them to tune in and find out what was going on. The radios were gone! Oh, no! Rumors started flying, and of course, war was foremost on everyone mind. We stewed and stewed for what seemed hours but it was just a few minutes before we heard a sergeant at the door barking orders to assemble at the formation area.

Page 5 of 22 It was probably the most eager run of our training. Good news or bad, we were all both excited and apprehensive. Just tell us!On the platform was an officer none had seen before. Kennedy was fatally shot etc. I went numb! Then I looked around, it seemed like time was frozen. 22, 1963, I was a junior at Ursuline Academy in Springfield. It was a cloudy dark day. During my lunchtime, I went into the chapel to make a visit. I was stunned. How could this be. Only a year before I had seen President Kennedy as he waved to us when his motorcade passed by our school on North Fifth Street. All of the students had lined the street that day to welcome and get a peek at the president. Aloysius Grade School. Kennedy being Catholic hit everyone in school just a little harder. I still remember how shell shocked Mrs. Kennedy looked when Lyndon Johnson was being sworn in as president. I also remember really focusing on President Kennedy two children and thinking how sad it is that they no longer have their dad.

Page 6 of 22 It was shocking to see Lee Harvey Oswald shot live on television. Nowadays we see so much violence in the movies and television, but at that time this was more than my young eyes had ever seen. I always walked home from school for lunch and I remember seeing special news bulletins when it was time for me to return to school and my mom had me stay home that afternoon. Again, my mom kept me home and again I remember a lot of tears. It was my 35th birthday. Kennedy, had been mortally wounded. Our Britton Colquitt Authentic Jersey sixth grade class heard an announcement over the public address system that President Kennedy had been shot. I was glued to that black and white TV for the entire weekend. I kept all newspaper articles from the Jacksonville newspapers and I still have them today. I continued to watch the news and followed it daily, including the funeral and the burial. The show went on. Moments before showtime, Rahim Moore Authentic Jersey the announcer asked everyone to rise for a moment of silence. When the crowd rose, they killed all the lights in the hall. All you could see were the exit signs. SuttonSpringfield

to believe assassination of President John F. Kennedy on Nov. At 10:30 that morning, I received a telephone call from a friend at the base. 22, 1963, I lived with my husband and six children in a big old farm house east of the big city of Barclay. I fixed soft boiled eggs and we sat down in the living room to watch the World Turns. was on about 10 minutes and then the old television quit working. So I went on with my day until my three older children came home from Dawson Grade School.

Page 8 of 22 My oldest daughter Jane ran inside and said, they shot the president. Seeing the look on her face I told her, honey, I sure he will be all right. She responded, Mama, he dead. When it opened and we had a moment of silence, it really became real to me. FranklinSpringfieldThe games continuedOn Nov. 22, 1963, I was at the Y at noon playing volleyball. A member came onto the floor and said, has been a shooting in Dallas. 19, 1962 and saw Kennedy sitting in the back in a convertible after being in Florida for a vacation. Agnes School, in a class taught by Judy Fleischli. I remember her being called out of the classroom and she came back in crying. Jones waiting for us. (formerly of Springfield)Work interruptedI was a senior at Assumption Catholic Boys High School in East St. Louis at the time of the 1960 presidential election. On Nov. 22, 1963, as I was cleaning the pens, my mom, who was watching TV, yelled from the porch, shot Kennedy. 22, 1963. We started disembarking and as we stepped onto the ramp, a local transit alert maintenance man came up to us and said our president had been assassinated. Louis Channel 2. He immediately sprinted off into the base operations and called the station. He said he had planned to fly back immediately but his news people in St. We did our training but in very low spirits. It brought back memories of when I was stationed at a base in France during the Berlin Crisis and we watched on TV how JFK was given the royal welcome to Europe, and especially at the Berlin Wall in 1962. Louis on Sunday the 24th after finishing our mission and on the way back we heard on Rahim Moore Youth Jersey the aircraft radio that Lee Harvey Oswald had been shot.

Page 10 of 22 While JFK was running for election for president in 1960, we were assigned the Air National Guard base at Lambert field. We had a mascot named Banjo A. Burro, a small Missouri mule. I was a rather new registered nurse working at the OB GYN office of Drs. Penning and Marty. All of us had to come to work but not one patient came. They did not call to cancel nor did they show up. 22. My history teacher was given a note in class, quietly folded it up and told us, president has been shot. They don think he will make it. He then walked out of the room.

Page 11 of 22 We sat there in stunned silence until the bell rang. The usual noise of going to different classrooms did not happen as we walked in hushed and shocked silence to our next classes. My first reaction was now they will use the term late president, and the word was a historical term, not for something that is happening now in 1963. Since he was elected, my bedroom wall was covered with pictures of him and his family. We could do everything. I followed every event and appearance on TV even to the point of being suddenly too sick to go to school if a press conference was scheduled that day. When my mother came home from work, I could tell her, what? I got to see President Kennedy press conference today! think she suspected, but I don think she minded and I know she understood. Everything changed that weekend. During recess from lunch a friend and I were in the foyer area and a classmate came in from outside. He had been over to the little general store and heard on the radio about President Kennedy. He burst through the school house doors yelling, Kennedy was shot in Dallas! My friend and I burst into tears and huddled in a corner. The teachers gathered all the children and buses came to take the country kids home.

Page 12 of 22 I lived in town and walked to school. When I got home, my mother had the television on. That TV stayed on for four days. I have more than 125 Kennedy books. I have out of print books and an actual copy of the entire Warren Commission report. I always wanted to know the truth because, 50 years later, I don believe we do. I was in study hall with about 50 or more students. The principal came on the speaker located in the ceiling. Then, when it sank in, everyone was crying and screaming, No! To this day, every time I see a ceiling speaker, I flash back to that day, Nov. Army in Furth, Germany, which is next to Nuremberg. I was a young lieutenant, so naturally on Friday we were at the Officers Club enjoying happy hour.

Page 13 of 22 All of a sudden the band stopped playing in midsong and the club got very quiet. The club was very quiet and soon was nearly empty. The next day we had a ceremony on the parade ground in honor of our leader. LaunerModestoBearer of bad newsIn 1963, I was a 13 year old sophomore at a small high school in North Dakota. It was so small, in fact, that lunches were done in shifts in a small building adjacent to the high school. I stumbled back to the school to deliver the unbelievable news to a crowded study hall. Within a couple of hours, the worst was confirmed. Kennedy was dead. When the doors opened I saw my uncle pointing out the window, saying about how fast the car was going there, and this is about how high the shooter was. remember having tears in my eyes, and I couldn believe that anyone would kill a president and a great man. GradySpringfieldA theoryI was sitting in second grade class at Assumption Grade School just after noon when the first grade teacher came in our room and said President Kennedy had been shot.

Page 14 of 22 Then, just a few days later, Jack Ruby killed Lee Harvey Oswald. I really did not understand what was going on at the time, but I do remember the media portraying Ruby as an patriot for killing Oswald. JacksonRochester

On the other side of the worldI was an Air Force brat. Halfway through my senior year at Yamato High School for military dependents, about 40 military families from the base were scheduled for a bus trip to Tokyo on Nov. 23, 1963; it was Nov. International media being what it was at the time, information was painfully slow and mostly incomplete as we tried to go about our chores while our president fate was only partially known. Each in our own way, we reflected on our nation tragedy during that hour long bus ride to Tokyo. Would it really be an appropriate place for us? Would we feel even more isolated? How would the Japanese feel about our presence, perhaps feeling that our mourning was not consequential enough?What a surprise we got. The streets of Tokyo were crowded with people in tears as they came up to us, easily spotted as Americans within the Japanese landscape. Speaking no English, their sentiments were understood as heart felt and their shock obviously genuine. Radios carried continuous reporting on the events. Though I couldn understand much Japanese, one could overhear a seemingly endless drone of references to Kennedy and the Japanese word for honored one: ichi. I would carry a distinct remembrance of our fallen president forevermore.

Page 15 of 22 John Dale KennedySpringfieldGetting the news lateNov. 22, 1963, was an ordinary day in my life. The news of President Kennedy death did not reach me until the following day. At that time I was living in a small community on the Faroe Islands which is a Danish territory located on Latitude 62 halfway between Scotland, Iceland and Norway. on Nov. 23, I received a phone call from the village doctor who said he had heard on a Danish radio station that President Kennedy had been shot and was dead. I was stunned. How could it have happened and why? How would that change life in America and even impact the world?My head was spinning. I had to let my husband know what had happened, so I placed a call to his work. Kennedy ran for president. When they broke in with the horrifying news of JFK assassination, I got down and turned on the TV. Other than taking care of my 9 month old baby girl, and preparing a meal for my husband that evening, I was glued to the TV for the rest of that day and the days following.

Page 16 of 22 Preceding his election, Kennedy had come to Springfield on a campaign trip and my husband and I were among the throng of people along the street waving to him (from a very close position) as he rode by in a convertible. It was exciting then but very devastating on Nov. Kennedy, I was staying at my brother medical fraternity house for the summer so my mother could work without having to worry about me. Although my grandmother had been somewhat involved in politics, I knew little about it. At that time, Russia was the evil empire and many of us lived in fear of a nuclear attack at any time. My young family and I had come back to central Illinois from the East Coast on vacation. On a gorgeous, sunny morning, I was returning from waterfowl hunting at Carlinville Lake when I heard the news on my car radio. I was speechless. It was the first time I realized that a hero of mine could be someone else devil. I had lost my dad as a result of World War II and the image of young John Kennedy saluting his father flag draped casket was exactly how I had felt at my father funeral.

Page 17 of 22 In the intervening years, I have forgotten who the woman was, but I have not forgotten the lesson of love and hate. My mom quickly admonished me, saying I must have the story wrong and to not say such horrible things. No instant media in those days. She put on the crackling AM radio just in time to hear the announcer say, is confirmed, the president of the United States . is dead. shrieked and sharply swerved the car, finally pulling over to the curb, crying her eyes out. is history, she said. Again, I called to my mom saying that the guy who shot Kennedy just got shot. 23, 1963. I remember turning to my aunt and saying, dead. That was later confirmed by Walter Cronkite. to pick up my fianc from a business trip. I don remember the drive up there as I was in shock. They looked like they were mourning for a family member. I think, also, of the Sept. 11 tragedy, the horrific mass shootings, including the tragedy at Sandy Hook and the Boston bombing to name a few. Aloysius grade school in August 1962. Sometime between then and November 1963, JFK was in Springfield and paraded down Sangamon Avenue. They let us line up on the street and wave as he went by. 22, 1963, the principal announced that the president had been assassinated. For the next three days, school was closed and we stayed glued to our TVs. I was so enthralled in it that I made a scrapbook of the newspaper clippings and any pictures I came across related to their lives. I learned who he was as a leader, a person and how much dedication he had for his family. It was so inspiring to see such an affluent family care so much for the less fortunate. Even so, he left the example of helping those less fortunate. He also instilled the idea for citizens to unite for the good of our country and humanity. Such a loss!

Page 19 of 22 Shelley TarrSpringfieldVisiting the sceneLast year, my family and I drove to San Antonio to participate in my son basic training graduation with the Air Force. We had planned that road trip for weeks and all had agreed that we wanted to stop by Dealey Plaza in Dallas. So, last year, as we stepped out of the van we had parked in the lot adjacent to the Texas Book Depository, I felt almost as if we needed to speak in hushed tones. the close proximity of the grassy knoll . the close proximity of the overpass under which the limousine had sped toward Parkland Hospital. The room buzzed with the whispering of my classmates wondering whether this was an awful joke. Then the loudspeaker blared again as Cronkite hesitatingly choked out the words that our president was dead. As a 64 year old, those images of that 1963 November remain as clear as if they had happened yesterday.

Page 20 of 22 R. Jane VincentLincolnA sad day for the worldI had just finished lunch at grade school and left the cafeteria to find friends in the school yard. Moments later, two classmates ran out of the school to tell us that President Kennedy had been shot. Before the afternoon classes started, we heard he had died from the wounds. It was a sad day not only for Americans but people all over the world as the man who was one of the earthly caretakers of humanity was gone. The speech was given on June 11, 1963, and it was a report on civil rights to the American people. The president reminded us that all men are created equal and . 2, 1963, and one of the subjects was the war in Vietnam. The president stated that unless a greater effort was made by the Vietnamese government to win support of the people, Britton Colquitt Jersey the war cannot be won. Most broncosnflofficialproshop.com/Nike-Matt-Prater-Jersey.html of my schoolmates probably felt