balzaccom
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Post by balzaccom on Jul 10, 2016 19:20:06 GMT -8
The President has been shot. My Dad raced into the room and turned on the TV to watch it all.
That was Kennedy. I realize for some younger readers they might confuse this with Reagan, who was also shot. And Lincoln. And Garfield and McKinley and Teddy Roosevelt.... jeeze.
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Post by RumiDude on Jul 11, 2016 20:33:34 GMT -8
He was former president at that time. The president at the time was Wm. Howard Taft. Rumi ~the pendantic~Dude
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Post by zeke on Jul 12, 2016 5:35:46 GMT -8
I'm nearly 30 years older than Mike, and he makes me feel old all of the time.
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Post by Westy on Jul 12, 2016 6:13:48 GMT -8
On the elementary school playground news we talked about would be like Bill Mazeroski's 7th game walk-off home run to beat the Yankees and win the 1960 World Series or the after school Three Stooges short from the previous day. But the first event that was a bit scary was the Cuban Missile Crisis, practicing duck & cover and then closing school and sending us home for the remainder of the week.
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Post by gabby on Jul 12, 2016 6:58:58 GMT -8
On the elementary school playground news we talked about would be like Bill Mazeroski's 7th game walk-off home run to beat the Yankees and win the 1960 World Series or the after school Three Stooges short from the previous day. But the first event that was a bit scary was the Cuban Missile Crisis, practicing duck & cover and then closing school and sending us home for the remainder of the week. I remember the Mazeroski homer: it happened in my sophomore year in high school in "study hall", where I sat about halfway back on the window row in the high school "library" that afternoon (one wall of books in front and along the hall-side wall - some "library", that), in one of those one piece desks with the book storage on the bottom, next to Diane (a freshman from the Catholic school who I met for the first time that year), in the next row over, with whom I was madly infatuated at the time. ( She was my first real kiss. I've had problems with Catholics ever since. I slow danced with her at the class party that year to something really sappy and "romantic" - " In the Still of the Night"? - and we both loved rockin' & rollin' to "At the Hop", Danny and the Juniors) The "study hall monitor" had put the radio on and we could all hear the game while we were in the hour and a half "study hall". I was, of course, a Yankee fan at the time. Big downer. I had more than the usual amount of homework at home that night. "Cuban Missile Crisis" was my senior year. The "Cold War" and "will we still exist as a country if war breaks out" was all the talk at the Christmas party that year, and we were still wondering where we would all be at the graduation party and picnic the next year. I was still "in love with Diane," and came back the next year from "basic training" (at Lackland AFB) to see her whenever I could ( The Bachelors, "Diane"), even though I had dated a preacher's daughter a couple of times (I particularly remember a hayride and picnic one weekend - she was infatuated with me, but I didn't take her seriously) and took someone in my senior class to a movie, borrowing my dad's '53 Chevy to get there with her. Most of the times I drove that Chevy, however, I was with Diane. Her favorite song was... Okay. What was the subject? Cuban Missile Crisis? Baseball? Eh, where was I? (I still remember her blonde hair and those green eyes and that infectious smile that drove me wild...she wore "penny loafers" and "saddle shoes" with white socks that always had some sort of embroidery at the top that was folded down...we sat in that old Chevy and listened to her favorite song the summer before I left for "the service" - "Candy Girl", The Four Seasons) I'm nearly 30 years older than Mike, and he makes me feel old all of the time. I hear that. And then there's the times when he makes me feel uninformed, slow and stupid. But my 20-something daughter can do that too - she became smarter than me when she turned 17. It's been a hard slog, and I won't get younger (or smarter). Let me tell you about a girl named Diane...she set my heart aflame...with hugging, kissing...and loving...and kissing...she's so divine, and she's mine...
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Post by llamero on Jul 12, 2016 8:58:24 GMT -8
The huge concrete grain elevator that blew up and took a tank car of anhydrous ammonia fertilizer with it in our little town was a really big deal to the adults around me. People died and some were horribly injured. My world was pretty small when I was 3-4 years old, but I still remember the shock and grief of the grownups.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 9:06:11 GMT -8
I remember RFK being shot, but was too young to remember when JFK was.
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Post by tallgrass on Jul 13, 2016 18:47:57 GMT -8
Not answering. It sux getting old. Awwww. How bad we talkin' here? Hindenburg disaster? Titanic sinking? The Civil War? Collapse of the Roman Empire? So old, can't even remember!
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Post by burntfoot on Aug 18, 2016 19:43:01 GMT -8
Kennedy Assassination!
I was only 2 at the time. But, I remember that my usual TV schedule was disrupted, and my mother was crying and pleading with me over and over again that I HAD to remember that day. I remember seeing the funeral procession. And, I remember hearing a military band playing a march, which I loved. Years later, I was in college studying music and my college band played National Emblem March by Bagley. THAT was the same march with the tuba melody on the trio section that I remembered from years ago. One of the few times I had tears in my eyes at a band rehearsal.
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Post by T4 on Aug 25, 2016 10:27:47 GMT -8
Growing up near the Space Coast, most of mine are also space related. I think the first I can remember would be the "return" of Skylab. I remember being a bit freaked out at the idea of a space station falling back to Earth, and was convinced a chunk was going to land in our yard and kill our dog.
We watched the Challenger disaster from our P.E. field at school. I knew as soon as I saw the twin contrails that something was wrong, and it wasn't until I got home that I saw the television footage.
I remember the assassination attempt on President Reagan, later followed by the assassination of Buckwheat.
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