being born a kennedy, for as long as i can remember, i assumed that the other kennedys were just cousins who lived out east. when the killing of jfk happened, 50 years ago, (now 60 years), i had just turned 6, only 4 days before. i was in first grade and i remember being called in from recess and all of the adults were crying. that was the day i found out that i was not actually a cousin, and that people could die from things other than being very, very old. it was one of those days when my world changed forever.
my kennedy family
“the essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives forever. “
-john updike
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Your letter is so touching, Beth. I was 11 when he was killed, and it was such a huge international event in my life, that the next closest has to be 9/11.
Best wishes, Pete.
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yes, I’ll never forget
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💙💙
I was in second grade then, and living in Dallas.
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we all remember
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I was 12, and way down here in Geelong, we were all both shocked and saddened by the Inconceivable news …
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a universal shock
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a lovely story, Beth: it’s a day like death of Diana we’ll never forget; funnily I remember when Osama Bin Laden was killed: I remember the exact moment —
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certain events will stay with us forever
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I was a young teacher of 5th graders that day. A student who had already tried my patience ran in from the playground shouting the sad news. Buddy was his name and I had good reason to never believe a word he said.
There’s no moral to the story except that I switched to teaching 2nd graders for the next umpteen years.
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unforgettable for many reasons
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YES
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Yes, Beth, that day as a first-grader changed my life forever, too. I remember being so sad for Caroline and John-John watching the wall-to-wall TV coverage.
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me too
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When I heard, I was standing in my mother’s bedroom, modeling the formal I would be wearing at the Drake University Military Ball the next night. The Ball was postponed, of course, and life never was the same.
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gave me chills
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The lovely innocent memories
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yes-
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What a sweet and monumental time you experienced. I love that wee girl still in you 💐💖🙏
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we are who we are, no matter our numbers
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What a beautiful and heartfelt post, Beth. How wonderful you still have your drawing and letter!
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I loved looking back on it and remembering all that led up to it
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I don’t doubt that for a second!
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Happy birthday four days ago! I think if you go back far enough, everyone is related…
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I so agree, and thanks, uncle John )
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I was ten when Kennedy was shot and was home from school. My mother, a staunch Republican, was in the living room on the couch, watching the news, crying. I was in shock because I had never seen her cry before. Now 60 years later, we remember him, a great man who gave his life for our country. Thanks for sharing this, Beth.
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very powerful memory
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Yes, it was. I think we all had one, even as small children.
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Pathos and sweetness. I was a child in New Zealand but those television images were shocking.
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I saw them even as a child – they were played over and over
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I mean the TV images I saw of the murder as an adult.
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Yes
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Thankyou for sharing this!
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My pleasure
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Very moving. Thanks for sharing. I remember that day very well. I was 13. Huge impact.
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Huge
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Beautiful letter Beth.
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Thank you
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You’re very welcome Beth.
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This post is so touching along with your letter, Beth. Some events are unforgettable. ❤️
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Thank you- yes
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You’ve done it again – absolutely terrific quote! As for family, loosely I think we’re all cousins at some point. :-)
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I think so too
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Love you – my mom felt similarly
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Having grown up in Mass, an hour and half from their place, as well as my aunt working in their home, I heard many stories and then through the years I watched their family name turn to disgrace. When I left Massachusetts in 74, at the age of 18 and being able to vote I headed north to New Hampshire and only voted Democrat once in all the years to follow. Funny how facts you learn young stay with you. I was also very young and at school and remember someone came into our class to tell us that the president had been shot, it was a very sad day and like today all we see are the images, being played over and over, until we must walk away from the tv or computer.
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Yes, what an interesting insider perspective you had. We all remember that day, each in our own way, regardless of our experience
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How lovely that you kept these. Thank you for sharing them with us at this memorable time.
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This is a special remembrance. I was a little too young to understand the significance of the Kennedy assassination, but it made an impression on me because it was the first time I recalled my parents being upset.
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Yes, seeing the adults upset made me realize that something terrible had happened
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Aww…such a sweet and touching letter! Thanks for sharing! 😍🌈
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My pleasure
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Aww, what a sweet letter. Learning of death at such a young age is very hard.
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Yes –
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What a charming post, Beth. I’m glad you re-shared it. I remember that moment too, though I was only about 3. I remember sitting in the living room floor, in front of the TV, and all the television people crying. I didn’t understand much, but I knew something was profoundly wrong, and started to cry too. Then my father got mad at me for it — he wasn’t a fan.
I hope you have a lovely Thanksgiving. Hugs.
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Interesting how we all remember it , each with our own experience
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Often our innocence dies far too young.
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so very true
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So many people talk about the loss of innocence that day. It was before my time, but my mom has similar stories to yours.
On a side note, 11/22/63 is probably my favorite Stephen King book. Not his usual horror fare, but it’s a great page-turner that really makes you ponder Fate.
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ooh, I’m going to check it out
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❤️
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I was 20 years old and a staunch Republican, but as on 9/11, we were all Americans that day. Shocked and grieving.
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yes, all of us were impacted no matter our beliefs or political leanings
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Such a touching letter, Beth. To tell from your words I can understand what an impact JFK’s death had on you. Just a few days ago, we watched the movie with Kevin Costner again. And again, it went deep!
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oh, that was so good
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Yes, very good!
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That’s a beautiful letter, Beth. I was in 6th grade. I didn’t think they were my cousins (but maybe you are 😊)
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much more likely, and somewhere way back, we all are –
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Ancestry tells me I’m from Tipperary. My Kennedy’s came over in the 1840s. ☘️
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Oh yea and my great-granddad worked on ships in the Great Lakes.
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As others have mentioned, we lose our innocence to early. I’m a bit younger, but was age 12 on 9/11 and that had an impact on me.
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that was another one of those life-changing events –
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I suppose being a Kennedy it was even harder.
What a sweet letter.
I remember more the death of Diana, I identified more with her and she was my age.
I was devastated then.
Xxx
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I remember that so well, as well
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How interesting to get your take on it. Your letter is so sweet.
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thanks, and interesting to hear all of the different experiences
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That was a profound and sad day in our nation’s history. Your letter is so touching. Last evening I watched a documentary, narrated by Jane Pauley, about media coverage of the assassination and the aftermath. It was interesting to see how the media managed to cover this event back then…before immediate live coverage and digital cameras and cellphones and computers. Oh, and before reporters stopped smoking on-air.
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such a different approach to news, before news and entertainment fell under the same umbrella, just the facts.
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A sad wake up call at a young age.
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it really was –
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I was in my freshman year of high school when it happened. What a hard lesson for someone so young. It’s how we learn but it would be nice if lessons came gentler.
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yes, I agree, but some things we have not control over
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