Well, I was 4 years old, and vaguely remember my mother doing the ironing while I played on the floor. She must have been listening to the radio, as she she suddenly stopped and said, "My God". Whether that happened for sure, I can't say, but it seems to be my memory of the moment. She's not with us anymore, so I can't ask her to corroborate.
I know this will be an emotional day for many people, but I do worry (not very often, it must be said!) about people's unwillingness to have a balanced opinion of the man. He was far from perfect, and further still from saintliness, but he did make some fine speeches (even the, "I am a donut" speech), and stood firm against the worst excesses of communism, for which he would have got my vote.