We asked readers where they were when Kennedy was shot. Their answers appear here:
November 22, 1963 will always be a memorable day for me. I had just turned 19 and was working at a sewing factory in Rochester, Indiana. I didn’t feel like going to break, so stayed at my sewing machine. My best friend Deana went to break, and when she returned, she said, “President Kennedy has just been shot.” I looked at her and asked her, “So, what’s the joke?” She said, “I’m serious, he was shot!” That was when I noticed that everything around me was so quiet. We hugged, cried, and even said prayers for President Kennedy and his family.
This is a day in history that will never be forgotten. Anyone who lived during this time, whether Republican or Democrat, it doesn’t matter, everyone was devastated on November 22, 1963.
— Waynetta Douglass
It is easy for us to remember the date, November 22, 1963. I was a captain in the United States Air Force and a co-pilot of a Strategic Air Command B-52 Bomber stationed at Carswell AFB, Ft. Worth, Texas. I had brought my wife, Kay, and our four children to the base to do our grocery shopping. As we were entering the commissary, we were able to see President Kennedy and his entourage driving through the base to fly to Dallas Love Field while we completed our shopping.
Kay was to have induced labor the next day to deliver our fifth child at the Carswell Base Hospital. When we arrived home, my sister, Justine, who was visiting, said that she heard on the radio that President Kennedy had been shot. We had just seen him about an hour before. The next day, November 23, 1963, Kay delivered our son. We considered naming him John Frederick Kovacs, (JFK), but decided to keep the name originally chosen, William Albert. Our son, Bill, a 1982 LHS graduate, is now a science teacher at Whiteland Indiana High School. He will celebrate his 50th birthday knowing that he just missed seeing President John F. Kennedy.