Nov 22, 2003 11:13
I was just two and a half years old the day John F. Kennedy was shot, so I have no recollection of the event itself. But I do remember my parents talking about it for years to come. And because I share a birthday with this president, I feel a kind of connection with him. And, like him, I was raised in an Irish, Catholic family.
My Grandmother Clifford carried a prayer card for JFK in her purse. When she died in July of 1975, my mother gave it to me and I carry it to this day.
This date holds other special memories for me, as well. My Grandfather Mytych, my Dad's Father, died on this day in 1975, less than four months after we lost Grandma Clifford.
And, on this day in 1920, my Grandmother and Grandfather Clifford were wed. They missed celebrating their 55th wedding anniversary by less than four months.
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Today, all my boys are off on adventures. They are heading to D.C. for the transportation show (?) and to Arlington to visit JFK's grave. I declined to go. I saw it once and that was enough for me. It made me way too weepy.
So, I am all by my lonesome and trying to figure out what to do. Perhaps I'll finally get around to watching ``Flower and Garnet'' or maybe I'll go to the movies and see something rated R! Lord knows, I don't get to do that very often. *g*
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