November 22, 1963. I still remember that day as if it were yesterday.
Today marks the 48th anniversary of the assassination of the 35th President of the United States of America.
I guess you could say that it was the 9/11 of my generation. For those who were alive way back then, do you remember where you were and what you were doing when you first heard the news? I do, as clearly as if it were just yesterday.
Has it really been 50 years already?
“And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.”
Seems like only yesterday.
The full text of President Kennedy’s inaugural address may be found following the break.
If you have not yet done so, I would encourage you read Kathleen Kennedy Townsend’s op-ed column in The Washington Post: “Sarah Palin is wrong about John F. Kennedy, religion and politics.”
I’ll not excerpt it here. I’d like you to read the whole thing.
I remember it was a cold and windy day… one of those days where the weather couldn’t decide if it wanted to snow or if it wanted to rain, so it did half of each. Lunch time came and the principal and teachers decided it was too cold and messy to let us go outside so they arranged a last-minute sock hop in the gymnasium. It hadn’t been going on for long when the principal’s voice came over the loud speaker with the news of what had just happened in Dallas, Texas. Our President had been shot.
Our family had a 19-inch black and white portable television. It was downstairs in the family room, next to the fireplace. I remember we were all pretty much glued to that television for the following few days. We could not believe, much less understand, what we were witnessing.
If you are over the age of 50 (or thereabouts) you probably remember where you were during those dark days in November of 1963, too.
So… how was your Turkey Day?
Ours was nice. We spent it with friends. A good meal, a good football game (Cowboys are now 10-1 for the first time in the history of the franchise) and good conversation.
Perhaps next year we can all be together.
Besides being Thanksgiving, today was also the 44th anniversary of the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Anybody over the age of 50 can probably tell you exactly where they were and what they were doing on November 22, 1963. I know I can. Anyway, I could not let the day pass without some small tribute…