The test of an adventure is that when you are in the middle of it, you say to yourself, "Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home." And the sign that something is wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure. -Thornton Wilder

The nice thing about being confused is you get a chance to notice things a lot better than if you knew where you were going.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Friday, November 22, 2013

50 Years Ago Today



There are but a few events in our living history that most people will always remember where they were and what they were doing at that moment in time.  For those of us old enough to remember, today I suspect ranks number one on that list, the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.

I was in my 10th grade English class when the principal of our high school came on the intercom system saying he had an important announcement.  "The president and governor of Texas have been shot in Dallas, Texas this afternoon."  While the principal went on with his message I sat there thinking Gee, I didn't know Texas had a president.  It was beyond my comprehension he meant the president of the United States.

I spent that weekend with my grandparents.  We were sitting in front of the television watching the transport of Lee Harvey Oswald when Jack Ruby broke through the crowd and shot Oswald.  My immediate response was "Good for him" or something along that line.  My grandfather calmly sat there and said to me "That wasn't a good thing.  Now we will never know the truth."

50 years later and his words still ring true.

Where were you and what were you doing at that moment in history?


11 comments:

  1. I was walking in a little park on the way home from school when the father of a friend of mine told me that the president of the USA was shot down. Yes that you will always remember.

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  2. Who wouldn't remember this, I was 16 and at home with my parents. My brother came home from a friend and said that president Kennedy had been killed. It was evening here and we didn't know yet. I remember the disbelieve I felt and than followed by a deep sadness. Everybody knows exactly where they were at that time, it shocked the world.

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  3. I was three and I think I remember it.

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  4. so very true - the truth was squelched.

    i was 4 mos. old.

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  5. C'est un travail de mémoire que tu nous proposes là.

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  6. I was a teacher in Sir Alexander Mackenzie School in Inuvik and came down to the staff room at noon when were told. I'll never forget it.

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  7. It was early evening and I was 11yrs old washing the dishes with my father when the news came on the TV. I can still remember the shock.

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  8. I was only four years old so I don't recall a whole lot about it.

    Felicia

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  9. I was only 2 years old. I do remember watching my mom ironing while she was crying.

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  10. I still cry every time I read or watch a remembrance of Kennedy's death and his funeral. It was one of the pivotal events of my life.

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  11. I was three years old, I do remember seeing the funeral.

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