Where Were You When President Kennedy Was Shot?: Memories and Tributes to a Slain President
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In October 1992, Dear Abby asked her readers, “Where were you when President Kennedy was shot?” More than 300,000 people took the trouble to respond. While several responses were published in December 1992, it became obvious that no single column could do justice to that question.
In letters and postcards from all over the world, ordinary people described memories that were fascinating, ironic, poignant, and even humorous—some memories so vivid “as if it were yesterday.” The letters reflect a less hectic time—a time when children came home from school for lunch; women ironed a lot; college men and women lived in separate dorms; and people watched black-and-white TV. This book captures some of the more unusual and touching stories of how life was in the '60s. Stories come from people in their eighties and nineties. and those who recall that tragic day as their “first childhood memory.”
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Where Were You When President Kennedy Was Shot? - Abigail Van Buren
Preface
We all have experienced at least one moment in our lives that is literally unforgettable. If you were at least four years old in November of 1963, you will never forget where you were when you heard the news that President Kennedy had been shot.
I remember that day as though it were yesterday: My husband and I were vacationing in Japan with our good friends Stanley Mosk and his wife, Edna (now deceased). Mosk was California's attorney general at the time.
We were at the Okura Hotel in Tokyo. At four a.m., Mosk received a telephone call from his office in the States—delivering the terrible news that President Kennedy had been assassinated in Dallas! We turned on our television sets and saw the same newscasts that were being beamed all over the world. We were numb and heartsick.
Every Japanese person we encountered in the corridors, the elevator, and the lobby of our hotel bowed his head respectfully and said softly with genuine remorse, So sorry about your president. ...
For all intents and purposes, our vacation had ended; we were no longer in the mood to sightsee and have a good time. Other American tourists in Tokyo felt as we did . . . we just wanted to go home
and be with our people. And so we did.
Exactly thirty years later, I ran the following note in my column: Where were you when you heard that President Kennedy had been shot? Please respond briefly; postcards preferred.
I wisely rented a post office box so these postcards would be separate from the routine Dear Abby
mail, but I was not prepared for the deluge that was to come!
I received over 300,000 responses and devoted several columns sharing those responses with my readers, but as the recollections continued to come in, it became obvious that a column or two could not do justice to that historic remembrance.
Mail came from small towns and major cities—from Alaska to the Philippines, from Berlin to Africa. Your recollections were fascinating, humorous, and heartwarming.
There were the inevitable theories of why and how, a spattering of negative anecdotes, tales of ESP and premonitions, but the majority of responses were moving tributes to our slain president.
Although this was the beginning of a violent chapter in American history, your responses reflect a simpler time—a time when children came home from school for lunch; women ironed a lot; male and female college students lived in separate dormitories; and families watched black and white TVs.
Many of you said that you looked forward to reading what others were doing on that fateful day. Several of you expressed the hope that your old classmate, the teacher you admired, the neighbor who brought you the news, or the stranger you wept with would read and remember, too. It soon became clear that I had to share those recollections with you.
The following chapters represent some of the more unusual and touching stories. Many are strikingly similar, only mailed from a different town or another country. Some reflect the routine of everyday life, others tell of a unique or special event.
You will read stories graphically related by people who are now in their eighties and nineties, also recollections labeled my first childhood memory
by those presumed to have been too young to remember. From their descriptions, you can almost see the moss green ribbon being wrapped around a Christmas ornament; the cozy window seat; the child sitting in the third row from the front in a junior high school classroom; the Happy Birthday
sign tearfully being taken down; and the flag being lowered to half-mast over the Capitol Building.
We all have experienced moments in our lives that are literally unforgettable, but rarely are they shared by others outside of our families or circle of close friends.
The recollections in this book reflect on a moment shared by millions of people who will never forget where they were on November 22, 1963, when they heard the news that President Kennedy had been shot.
—abigail van buren
—fall, 1993
1
I'll Never Forget
DEAR ABBY: Amazingly we share the same memory of President Kennedy's assassination! Did we by any chance share the same hotel? I was staying at the Okura Hotel in Tokyo. I still have the Stars and Stripes issued that day in Japan detailing the tragedy. I wonder if you were one of the Americans we met that day as we all sought to share our shock and grief?
r.b.j., seattle, wa
November 22, 1963, is the date I was conceived. Apparently my parents sought comfort in each other after hearing the news. I was born August 29, 1964. My mom confessed this to me only last year!
c., springfield, ma
My family was still in my hometown, Sighet, North Romania, divided from the Soviet Union only by a short wooden bridge. We were desperately awaiting our passports to be able to leave the Communist Eden.
About the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, we learned only the next night from the emissions of Free Europe radio station—at that time a very dangerous risk! Our anguish of ever being able to reach the shores of America became even worse.
Our nice dreams materialized three years later when we did reach the shores of the New World, but this could be described only in a separate story.
c.k., seminole, fl
I could see the bad news travel up and down the aisles of the supermarket—it was uncanny. The scene remains as vivid in memory as the day it happened.
j.a.w., Seattle, wa
I was just six years old in afternoon kindergarten. Our principal's voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing that the president had been shot. Our teacher was crying and the principal's voice was heavy with sadness. I walked home to find my mother watching television. I think everyone in my hometown of Wapakoneta, Ohio, was watching Walter Cronkite on their black and white TVs. I remembered thinking that Walter Cronkite sounded sad and near tears, just like the principal. I looked at little Caroline, and wondered what it would be like to lose your daddy at our age.
e.s., columbus, oh
I was being stopped for speeding. When the policeman arrived at my window, I told him the president had been shot, to get in and listen to the radio. He did so and in a few minutes departed; issuance of a ticket was not mentioned.
a.l., rogersville, tn
I was military attaché in the American Embassy in Mogadishu, Somalia. When I arrived home I found anxious friends, Somalis, members of the international community, and people from international agencies waiting for information, sharing the grief, and providing mutual support. The next day, a memorial book was placed in the embassy lobby. Through the bush telegraph
Somali tribesman out in the bush heard of the tragedy and many walked miles in the heat across the desert to make their mark or sign their name in the book. There was also a requiem mass. The church and courtyard were packed with members of the various embassy staffs, the international community, and Muslim Somalis, all paying their last respects.
m.l.c., anacortes, wa
I was three weeks overdue during my last pregnancy when I heard the president had been shot. A few hours later I was on my way to the hospital where I delivered twins!
I spent all that night on an emotional roller coaster; plunging to the depths of sorrow, weeping over the death of my president, then soaring to the heights of elated joy, laughing over the births of my beautiful daughters.
During my stay at the hospital, there was not the noisy hustle and bustle
usually heard in the corridors. Patients kept to their rooms and the nurses and staff slowly and