I am attempting to post with the iPain. We shall see how far I get. I wish I was sharing a nice recipe or craft, but my thoughts the past few days have been on the 50th Anniversary of JFK's assassination.
In the movie, When Harry Met Sally, Billy Crystal asks his much younger girlfriend where she was when Kennedy was shot. She responds, "Ted Kennedy was shot?" Everyone laughed, but generations after us never think about, or even care very much. They will have to Google it, I guess.
I was in the fourth grade, 9 years old, and I remember that Friday. So vividly. We were in the middle of a lesson when the Assistant Principal, Mr. Klein, rushed into our classroom and whispered something to our teacher, Mrs. Steckler. She immediately burst into tears. We were immediately dismissed. The words "President Kennedy was shot" were ringing in my ears, although at the tender age of 9, I had a more pressing issue at the moment: how was I to walk home from school, crossing three large avenues, with no adult supervision? I had no way of contacting my mother, who was expecting me to get out at 3 PM. I just plodded on home, looking both ways when I crossed the avenues, running as fast as I could to reach the other side.
When I arrived home, I found my mother and aunt sitting in front of our tv, crying. They were both shocked to see me walk through the door. I started crying, too, in the way a child does when she sees her mother crying.
I had no idea that history had just been made, nor that our country was changed, and that life as we knew it and enjoyed it would be no more.
I have often thought to myself that our country was so changed, and just kind of went downhill from there.
My father loved JFK, they were 2 years apart in age, and both fought in WW II.
I wonder if their paths crossed then, or perhaps in Heaven?
Apologies for crazy fonts and sizing, it is tough to control anything on here, and auto spell is making me nuts, for real!