JFK- Fifty Years


If you are a senior citizen, as I am, then you probably remember exactly where you were when JFK was assassinated. My memory is clear as a bell for that day, because I was at the hospital in Newark, NJ, having just given birth to my first child a few days earlier. When the time came for the babies to be fed, nothing happened. There was no TV in my room. (Not sure TVs were in hospital rooms in 1963.)

When the news came I was in shock. Since I had to feed my son, who was finally brought to me, I took care of him and did not think about the President then, although I almost changed my son’s middle name to John. However, we named our son named after a loving uncle who had died young and  wanted to honor.

Not until I was home with my son and watching the funeral on the TV did JFK’s death really hit me. I sat and cried, holding my son in my arms, and thinking how horrible the whole idea of killing a president was. Little did we know we still had to experience the deaths of Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy.

I know the 50 year mark is accurate, because my son just turned 50. But I still find this hard to believe. I also have difficulty believing that John-John is dead but grateful that his mother Jackie did not live to go through that horrendous trauma.

According to the website and caption where I found the photo I found on http://abcnews.go.com/US/11-key-players-jfks-assassination/story?id=20703117 by Christina Ng,

“President John F. Kennedy, known to many as JFK or Jack, was the 35th president of the United States.

Kennedy was the youngest man elected president and the youngest commander in chief to die. He was 46 years old when he was assassinated on Nov. 22, 1963, in Dallas by Lee Harvey Oswald.

He was the husband of Jackie Kennedy and father to Caroline and John Jr.”

Please take a few moments today to honor JFK.


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