Where Were You the Day President Kennedy Was Shot?

AARP is gathering memories
about the event that stunned a nation.
Many of us remember November 22, 1963, including exactly where we were, and how we felt.
Please share your experience. And tell us how that moment, and the days that followed John F. Kennedy's assassination, shaped you. Click the word "submit" to share your thoughts, share your name, location and age if you like, and we'll approve and post your comment. Find much more at aarp.org/jfk

The Riderless Horse

I was 12 years old and an 8th grade student in a Catholic grammar school in Brooklyn, New York.  We were sitting in class when a nun tapped on the door and asked the nun who was our teacher to step outside the classroom.  One of the nuns cried out.  As school let out, a fellow student said the President was shot and is dead.  I remember I didn’t believe her; I thought she was making up a story because we were being dismissed early.  The next thing I remember is watching the funeral on television and seeing the “riderless horse” who seemed to be a problem to the soldier trying to walk with him.  I still have a scrap book I started the weekend after President Kennedy died, mostly made up of newspaper and magazine pictures and articles published in the months following the assassination.   

  1. Loretta Maragni submitted this to jfkmemories