Saturday, November 22, 2008
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
On November 22, 1963, when he was hardly past his first thousand days in office, John Fitzgerald Kennedy was killed by an assassin's bullets as his motorcade wound through Dallas, Texas. Kennedy was the youngest man elected President; he was the youngest to die.
I remember when my interest in the 35th president was peaked. I was sitting in the lunchroom of John F. Kennedy Elementary School in Newport, RI. There was a large portrait of him on the wall, and the eyes appeared to follow you wherever you went. It scared the crap out of me too. When I walked in, he was looking, when I sat down, he was still looking - okay, this was the mind of an elementary school child.
Newport, RI has Hammersmith Farm which is the childhood home of Jacqueline Kennedy and was owned by her step-father. We went on field trips, more than once, to Hammersmith Farm, and each time I became more interested in those Camelot years. When I was looking for the above picture, I found out that the house has been sold and is no longer open to the public. At the time my school would go through, the furnishing were still there and the tour guides explained the different pieces. I remember the bed that JFK slept in was really high, and the tour guide mentioned something about his bad back. (I can definitely relate to that)
Even at that young age, I became very interested in not only his short presidency, but in his assassination. And yes, I joined the others the dived into the conspiracy pool - still am too.
His life was quite colorful, from his many comparisons to Lincoln, to his many affairs. Still, those days during the missile crisis, when the world was thisclose to nuclear war, he kept a cool head.
The Discovery Channel will be running a documentary on the latest re-enactment of the assassination in conjunction with the 45th anniversary. Of course, they are slanting it to make it appear Oswald was the only possible shooter. I watch every special just to gather more information; me, like others, have our own idea of what could have happened, and mine is not based on Oliver Stone's movie with Kevin Costner. Over the years, I have read books, articles, and anything I could. A lot of details are the same, but sometimes I find something new.
And to think, this man lived and died before I was even born. His killing is one of life's many mysteries that we will probably never get an answer to, but is still interesting.
Posted by Peachy at 10:18 AM