It is fifty years ago today that President John F. Kennedy was assassinated, and the memory of that shocking, sad and terrible time is still strong. School closed, and along with all the other children I was sent home early, not entirely comprehending what had happened, until I met my father, also home unexpectedly early. It was the first and only time I saw him cry.
I post today a link to my husband’s art blog, with his own memories of that time, and a painting he created for this anniversary (detail below).
Aunt Marge
Patricia
John Fitzgerald Kennedy