President John Fitzgerald Kenndy
was assassinated on November 22, 1963.
Forever after friends and foe ask:
Where were you when you heard the news?
I was standing in the driveway
holding Jo (7 months old) when
a neighbor called over the say,
"President Kennedy has been shot."
But the memory I hold dearer
is the day John Kennedy was
inaugurated.
It was cold, bitter cold,
January morning
and the wind whipped him
as he promised in his Boston
accent to lead us to new horizons.
He stood for every Irish Catholic
immigrant's dream. John Kennedy
broke the barriers... an Irish
Catholic President.
There wasn't anything we
Irish-American children couldn't do.
At twenty-two about to become
a teacher I held to his dream.
Education would change the world.
Think Peace Corp.
I still believe education
could change the world.
And it is Thanksgiving.
I am the guardian
of the turkey today.
So, I will linger on only
one thanks.
My friend, Agnes', grandbaby:
Luca Francis DiSaverio Dietrich
arrived on Friday
amid clamors of joy.
He traveled home in
his little polka dot sleeper
and a yellow knitted hat.
It was one of my spiral twist
caps. I am so honored.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thanksgiving & Remembrance
Posted by Pat at 9:20 AM
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1 comments:
Pat, how could I have let your Thanksgiving go by? My sincere apologies for not thinking of it ... ours was over a month ago already. Last night after dinner my husband reminded me that was the date of his assassination. It was lovely to read about what you remembered the most.
Diane
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