JFK must have died around tea time in UK time on that Friday in 1963. I was 11 at the time and had started Grammar School that term. By the time I got home from school on the bus I would have thought the news would have been released but somehow I didn't get to hear about it until the following morning. Probably grabbed some tea, went out on my bike for a while as it would be going into storage soon, did some homework, and went to bed. My younger brother wasn't of an age to be interested in news programmes. My father was in the RAF, having gone to the Middle East, and we were expecting to join him in a few weeks, but if he'd been home he would have been sure to have a view on the event. Possibly my mother was too harassed with the preparations for the impending move to be following world events. Anyhow, I remember being up early the next morning, it being Saturday. I went downstairs to the kitchen to have some cereal.
I turned on the Roberts wireless (no daytime TV in those days) to have some music and instead got something like, "Good morning. This is the Bee Bee Sea Heaume Service. Here is the Eight O'clock News. Following the assassination in Dallas yesterday of the president of the United States, John F. Kennedy, investigations are continuing..." all in the distinctive pronounciation of the BBC at the time. This was like a sudden electric shock. After the Cuban Missile Crisis of the previous year everybody knew who JFK was. It was only years later when I was older that I realised how close the cold war had come to being an extremely hot one. Even back then, he was seen as one of the Good Guys. I ran upstairs, shouting Mum! Mum! President Kennedy's dead! like some loon. Obviously, she already knew, and was hoping to have a bit of a lie in, as it wasn't a school day, so wasn't best pleased. This was the first time I'd been affected by the death of a world leader.
Since his death he has become legendary, probably much more so than if he'd just died of old age.