My father was a rabbi and we never watched TV on the Sabbath, but we kept it on the entire weekend. I remember watching all the events with shock and fear, especially as my stalwart parents seemed so devastated. I saw Jack Ruby shoot Oswald. The sorrow of the funeral was overwhelming. 2/2

I had just turned nine years old. I was home from school because I was sick. It was my parents’ wedding anniversary and we were expecting out-of-town friends for the weekend who were already en route. They gave us the terrible news when they arrived. 1/2