JFK

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JFK files are out.

JFK

 It was a sad day I couldn’t understand.

For some reason I ended up with Mrs, Kuethe and was 

Taught Grief. It was deep.

#TBT

 

It was a dark sad, sad Day.

Somehow I ended up sitting with My Neighbor and

My Adopted Grandmother, Mrs. Kuethe.

I was 5.

I learned Grief that day,

Profound Grief.

I wasn’t sure why We were Crying and 

I found out.

President Kennedy had been assassinated.

No one was ever the Same.

Travelogue for the Universe: 59 Years ago… Rerun ❤️🎄🎁

Travelogue for the Universe: 50 Years ago today: I was 5 years old. Mom and Dad must have been at work. My kindergarten was 3 houses down from our house. Somehow I ended up with Mrs. K... 

First posted 9 years ago 

JFK assassinated 59 years ago…😢 

Fear Courage & Poetry

 

Fear

"There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man --fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them." 
Robert Frost 

Courage 

“Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway “ John Wayne 

Poetry 

“When Power corrupts, Poetry Cleanses.”

President John F. Kennedy 

My Heroes Rode Horses

Reins in their Teeth

Fighting the Bad Guys

Relentless Pursuit.

My Heroes Wrote Poetry

More Structured Than Mine

No less Expressive 

Explaining Life’s Lessons 

One Word at a Time.

My Hero, JFK

His daughter my age

I didn’t understand why

Her Dad was killed

In the Prime of His Life

I miss Him Still.

Travelogue for the Universe: 50 Years ago plus a few

JFK speech 

He was so wise.

https://www.jfklibrary.org/asset-viewer/archives/JFKWHA/1962/JFKWHA-077-002/JFKWHA-077-002

The day he was assassinated: I posted awhile ago 😢

Travelogue for the Universe: 50 Years ago today: I was 5 years old. Mom and Dad must have been at work. My kindergarten was 3 houses down from our house. Somehow I ended up with Mrs. K...

50 Years ago today

I was 5 years old.
Mom and Dad must have been at work.
My kindergarten was 3 houses down from our house.
Somehow I ended up with Mrs. Kuethe.
She was inconsolable that day, that day JFK was gunned down,
in the height of his perfection,
not a cloud in the sky.

I was 5.
What did I know of consoling the inconsolable?
It turns out, plenty.
I sat there, catching tears, holding her shaking trembling, wet hand.
She clasped my tiny hand in hers and gave me her half toothless grin,
struggling to smile until a wave of grief knocked her over again.

I was jealous of JFK's daughter, living that perfect lifestyle by
what we saw in the media,
we are about the same age.
That day it all changed.
I was relieved my father was never gunned down in the streets.

This painting I have posted twice,
once more for JFK,
a truly great man,
and his family that remain,
may they have peace this day.

 

 

What she was watching on the TV.