I was in sixth grade, as I recall, in the school library when the announcement came over the school intercom and classes were cancelled for the day. I went home and was glued to CBS for two days, then for the funeral. It was a tragedy like no other, and a sad time in America.
Just starting my very first job, maybe working one month. I was on my lunch hr in a downtown area when people walking up an down street started crying and I wondered why when on person told me JFK was Assainated, then I started to cry also . I will never ever forget that day. I
I went to have lunch with my grandma and she met me at the door to tell me that the president had been shot, found out that he had died about an hour later as I was watching live broadcasting on television.
Programming those new fangled "accounting machines" called computers using "Cobol and Fortran" as well as plug boards. The company actually shut down for four days till it was clear we were not being invaded. (Go figure).