(http://godsjoyfulservant.com) which I published just
shared some news with me about where she was when
JFK was assassinated.
I had no idea she knew his kids much less be so close to them.
"When Jack Kennedy was killed, I was in the mill sewing hems on baby's
undershirts. Someone had a radio and heard that he had been shot. My
mother also worked there and she came right over and told me. I
immediately shut off my machine and was going to leave, as were some
of the other workers. The forelady came right over and said "You
can't leave, those shirts have to be shipped out Monday." I couldn't
believe it, our president had been shot and she was worried about the
shirts. I finished that bundle and left for home. As I was hurrying
all I could think of was the man I had worked for, stuffing envelopes
and other small jobs as he was running for office. I remembered how
he would grin when Bobby would get tired and ready for a break and
would bounce paper airplanes off my head or some such thing.
I remembered Caroline calling me "Aunt Bunny" and my being allowed to
hold little John John.
It didn't seem real, it couldn't have happened and yet it had. It was
all too real.
I will always feel that Johnson had something to do with it. He asked
Pres. Kennedy if he could ride in another car with someone, I've
forgotten now who it was. Kennedy said no, he wanted them to ride
together to show solidarity. Johnson argued and Kennedy said "It's a
presidential order." Johnson went out and rode with the other fellow.
To me that says quite a bit.
I never thought much about the possibility of George Herbert Walker
Bush having anything to do with it.
If you do some surfing on the net, you'll see one of Kennedy's
bodyguards being deliberately left at the airport. That says quite a
bit.
I took a class at NEC a few years ago on the Kennedy assassination. I
thought maybe it would help me to deal with what had happened. We
went to the Kennedy Library in MA.
The class split up and everyone wandered around looking at things as they pleased.
The professor stayed with me. I think he knew I was having a rough time. For the
rest of the students, this was history, for me, well, these were
people I'd known.
I was ok till we came to the display of Bobby's desk and there were his burgundy
colored glasses laying on the paper as if he had just gotten up and left things and
would be right back. Whoever put that display together knew Bobby Kennedy because
this was something he was always doing. I cried."
