November 22nd! A day with an event that will in many minds last forever. 57 years ago today our young, vigorous 35th President of the United States, John F. Kennedy, was murdered in Dallas, Texas by an assassins bullet. If you are old enough I’m sure you remember exactly where you were and when you first found out about this horrendous news! It’s one of those things you just never forget. I was in Mr. Wagner’s 9th grade English class. He had gone out into the hall way to speak to someone and when he came back he had a very drawn and pale look on his face. He said “a great storm is about our country” and with that he dismissed our class about 25 minutes early. Mr. Wagner never let us out early. Never! This was at Culver Military Academy in Culver, Indiana and since I had extra time I went to the barber shop to get a haircut, but no one was in the shop. After waiting about 5 or 6 minutes the one barber came back into the shop from across the hall where he been watching something on tv and he had tears in in his eyes. This is when I found out about President Kennedy’s death. The next few days seemed surreal and then just two days later we witnessed the accused assassin Lee Harvey Oswald shot, right in the midst of the Dallas police station with cops all around, by Jack Ruby. Of course the state funeral and all the pomp and circumstance of it followed in the ensuing days. This all took place just before the Thanksgiving holiday. Jack Kennedy has always been a hero to me and this astonishing event will forever be enshrined in my mental hall of fame. Not a holiday that one will ever forget.
Walter Cronkite Tells The Nation Of President Kennedy’s Death.