A Slice of Life
Now and then, when the mood, moment, or memory flashes before me,
I shall do A Slice of Life. Some you may find interesting,
some you may not. Depends on the moment I guess.
This may also mean reposting a few other things
I have written pertaining to life in or
around myself and family.
It never dawned on me until tonight that the anniversary of John Fitzgerald Kennedy (JFK) was assassinated (November 23, 1963) in Dallas, Texas. I waqs all of about 15 when that took place. But this isn't about his death.
Thinking back on that, my mind wandered further back to October 1, 1960. Funny how some things you never seem to forget.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and thousands of people awaited JFK's arrival. I believe the entire city was made up from Demorcats. The day was somewhat cool, and I, like my mother and many others, dressed as warmly as we could. My father took a few Kodak videos of us standing next to each other before he left to find a better spot to video JFK.
Two hours or more we waited. before someone shouted they could see the motocade arriving. When the third car was in sight, even for as cold a day as it was, there sat JFK on the top portion of a back seat waving to the crowd. My mom was super excited, but that was when she went nearr insane with excitement.
Just as his car was about to pass us, she reached out with her hand, and JFK took but a second, but he leaned over to her, grabbed and shook her hand and gave her his best Catholic Irish smile. I thought my mother was going to faint.
Once it was all over, and we were back at our apartment. aqnd JFK shaking her hand was all she could talk about. It was a crazy time for all of us I would now believe, but here is the kicker to this story.
It took five weeks, but finally my father had the video that was transferred from camera to a 16mm reel and we were able at long last to see once more what we had seen in person.
The very first thing we saw was the two of us standing side by side and I blurted out, "Look, mom! I'm taller than you!"
Yes, we watched the reel, also saw things my father captured we couldn't see, but at that moment my first thought is that I was taller than my mother.
And before you ask, I was four inches taller. She stood at 5'1". Yeah, in my own mind, I was a giant!! Grinning.
** My mother, Violet, and our first ever dog, King.