A Sad Birthday That Year

by Julie Burnett November 22 was my mother’s birthday.  She didn’t make it to her 80th birthday. She did not even make it to her 65th birthday. It’s still very sad to me even though it has been a long time since she passed away. >>Share your own memories of November 22, 1963 with us I have many memories of her birthday parties. There’s one in particular that really stands out. I remember the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee greeting …

Our Portrait of John-John

by Wendy Weber [On November 22, 1963] I was in Miss Rasmussen’s 9th grade biology class, Mather High School, Chicago, Ill. She had been called to the door and then came in and told us [the news about the assassination of the president].  We were quite in shock and unbelieving. This being my last class of the day, I walked the 1 1/2 miles home, as usual, hoping that when I arrived I would find it not to be true.  Unfortunately, …

A Peace Corps Volunteer Remembers

by Tom Stachelek I was a 19-year-old Peace Corps Volunteer working in the village of  Tarata, Cochabamba, Bolivia the day of the president’s death. I was listening to Voice of America news on short wave radio after eating lunch. I heard the broadcaster refer to President Johnson and I thought that it was a strange mistake . When he said President Johnson for the second time I couldn’t believe it! >>Add your own thoughts and remembrances on our blog “JFK Memories.” …

I Lost My Commander-in-Chief

by Dennis Stiffler, 69, Port Orchard, Wash. I was 17 and a senior at Lincoln High School in Tacoma, Washington when Senator Kennedy was inaugurated as President.  In our history class we held a mock election to see how many votes Kennedy would receive and he won 98 percent of the votes in our class. When I was 18, I was on active duty on the world’s first Polaris submarine, the USS George Washington (SSBN598)(Blue) off the coast of Russia …

My Essay: A Coincidence I Will Never Forget

Timothy Kelley, Age 64 Every American over 60 has his or her story of November 22, 1963. Mine includes a coincidence. I was a freshman at Evanston High School in Evanston, Illinois, still getting used to going to school in a building that felt like a medium-sized city. But it was Friday, and next week would bring Thanksgiving. In French class that morning, Miss Vettes had played a record of the popular French song “Dominique” by the Singing Nun, and …

The Day Men Cried

by Jeff Golomb I was in sixth grade on that beautiful Friday afternoon. It was unseasonably warm for November on Long Island, New York. We had our Spanish lesson every Friday after lunch, and I was captivated, as usual, by our exotically beautiful Spanish teacher. Our regular teacher, Mr. Anderson, always stepped out of the classroom during our forty-minute Spanish lesson. >> Share your memories of November 22, 1963 at our JFKMemories blog. Mr. Anderson was a kind, friendly teacher, …