Can You Believe It’s Been Fifty Years?

The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there’s simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.


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  • Peaches Shimmerdeep  On November 22, 2013 at 6:36 am

    It IS hard to believe. I was 5, in Kindergarten, and I remember hearing it and how scary it was. I have a vivid memory of the funeral on TV-watched some at home and some at my friend Bev’s house. I remember when Jack Ruby shot Oswald– it was a Sunday morning and my mom was getting dressed for church. can remember her in her slip running out to where I was watching TV ( I can see that big old tv, where it sat in mom’s living room, her hand over her mouth in shock when she saw the shooting). I can remember Jackie Kennedy and the black veil over her face and the two kids in those blue/grey coats. I can remember the sound of the wheels and the horses pulling the president’s body. I remember how quiet everyone was. My house was rarely quiet, but it was then. I have seen those images over and over since, but I can still remember how I felt as a little girl 50 years ago, even without really understanding everything. It must be like my son feels about 9/11. 50 years!

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