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Mom’s Tree House Apartment
Step inside, warm feelings greet you…
On the entryway wall, President Kennedy signed a condolence letter
from 1962, addressed to my Grandma, thanking her for Grandpa’s service in WW1.
Below, perched on an old credenza, the Milk Glass Chicken still delights her
grandchildren with a treat hidden in the Baby Chick alongside!
Glancing to the right, Dad’s Rosary collection (much used) hangs majestically,
a reminder of long-gone family members from cloistered communities, Mom
and Dad revered.
In the living room, above the expansive soft couch that always finds a family member
dozing peacefully after a long-journey home, a massive burl wood frame cradles
A fox -hunting lodge scene, with participants positioned around a blazing hearth,
regaling the hunt, while enjoying a pint.
Consuming Dad’s last days, I joined him for countless hours deciphering every person
In the painting, assigning rank and position to each, with intense minor details,
Joyously discovered, as if for the first time! A memory Dad possessed from his youth,
fox-hunting with his Dad.
In her bedroom, along the wall, Dad’s English Saddle, gallantly laden with his favorite
things, settles the atmosphere.
I pick up his favorite red hoody, and still inhale his courage.
Assassination of President Kennedy
The tank ship was on the way to Kingston in Jamaica
The sea was deep blue, the weather calm, In a few hours, we could stretch our legs and have a beer because the ship was dry, the charter in Houston, Texas, had insisted on this.
The radio operator came down and said “Kennedy had been shot and killed.”
There were shocked voices, was it true?
We all looked up to the president he, like us young and represented, the future and
now taken away.
Of course, we blamed the Russians
until news came and said the assassin was an American.
He Kennedy had stood up to Khrushchev and told him to leave Cuba.
Later, some of us understood that Mr. Khrushchev had saved
Kennedy and his hint of using nuclear force, what would he have done if Russia had not yielded?
We loved Kennedy, we saw him as a harbinger of better times when world leaders could talk and find peace.
I was young at the time and it was a good time to be young
Years later, I saw Walter Concrete in a recording announcing Kennedy's death, and he said it all.
It was September of 1960 and we were growing
Elvis sang "It's Now or Never" anticipation showing
New kids in town for our Freshman year
Our last at St. Jerome's, adulthood near.
We hung out at the Coffee Cup on Berwick Street
Five Point Diner and Palma were sweet
We never dreamed of growing old
Back when we wore blue and gold.
Sophomore year brought us to Saint Ann
Not old enough yet to be called a man
Hitch hike to the My Place and Bowling Alley
Travelled around the Panther Valley
Weekends looking for a brand new thrill
Going to the Coffee Shop in Summit Hill
On the Juke box "Runaround Sue" and "Cathy's Clown"
If "Rumble" came on we'd quickly leave town
Building memories as each day would unfold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
62 saw the Four Seasons singing "Sherry"
Our next two years would be with Saint Mary
Pep rallies in the court yard, who could forget
Sneak down to Henry's for a cigarette
Laughing, joking, we were only sixteen
Drop another nickel in the pinball machine
Flip a coin for a pool game, choose who will rack
Fan buses for away games, have a smoke in the back
Lou Christie sang "Two Faces Have I "
"The End of The World " made Skeeter cry
It was 63 and our time was near
We were starting our senior year
Unsure of what our future would hold
Back when we wore blue and gold
November came and some of us cried
The Friday President Kennedy died
Before the storm there is always a calm
Trouble brewing in Vietnam
In 64, invaded by another land
The Beatles wanted to hold our hand
The school would be one next year we were told
Back when we wore blue and gold
June arrived, graduation day
A time to rejoice, a time to pray
To change the world, thoughts so bold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
I am John F. Kennedy as
President.
I am a civil right activist
100 percent.
I am Woodstock rock n
Roll festival.
I am the first man on the moon
Unforgettable.
I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes
Of fame.
I am Martin Luther King shot
Down in flames.
I am President Kennedy gets
Assassinated.
I am the Cuba missile crisis
Activated.
I am Walmart opens it's
Door.
I am we enter Vietnam
War.
I am the Beatles I want to
Hold your hand.
I am discrimination spreads
Through the land.
I am the NFL's first Super
Bowl.
I am Ceasar Chavez reaching
His goal.
I am the Peace Corp
Uncovered.
I am Miranda rights
Discovered.
I am Motown records
With Shop around.
I am the Beach Boys
With a surf sound.
I am at the Apollo with
Marvin Gaye.
I am Del Shannon singing
Runaway.
I am a hit with, Please
Mr. Postman.
I am Sgt Pepper's lonely
Heart club band.
TURBO1904
We did not travel in covered wagons, but we thought our parents did.
My mother and father lived during the big depression.
Hobos wandered around marking gates and houses with a fish.
A sign that the occupants were charitable and might give a meal.
My daddy loved Chevy’s. He ordered a 1962 Impala.
We were told it had bucket seats.
We thought it would be awful – buckets for seats!
We lived at a time where we could walk home for school for lunch.
All the mommies were home fixing Campbell’s tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.
We had black and white scenes on our TV sets.
No one had heard of “color” TV yet.
Girls had to wear dresses to school no matter what.
If it was sixty below zero, we could put slacks under our dresses
But we had to immediately remove them when we got to school.
Yes, there was a dunce hat and a stool.
I had to sit on it once, wearing the hat.
So, the other kids would know how bad it is to tell a teacher “no”.
Sixth graders piled out making fun of me, wondering what I had done.
I stuck my tongue out at them. I remember how much fun that was.
When I was twelve I went back to school after lunch and a kid yelled
“Hey! Guess What? Someone shot the president!”
I yelled back, “The president of what?”
Of course, this was the day President Kennedy was shot.
President Kennedy
50 years ago, how young we were I was on a happy
Little ship that had crew enough so no one got overworked
The ship ploughing blue water on her way to Jamaica,
It was a wonderful day and after the Cuba crisis, we felt at ease.
The peace was shattered through a crackling radio came
the message, President Kennedy has been shot.
It was like losing a brother, he was our generation he was
different from the other old men, he was the future our hope.
The work and voyage continued, but there was no laughter.
We tended to be pro-Americans back then, this has changed
As we read more and understand politics.
Ok, with this said no other politician has inspired us as Jack did.
I was only four when you died
My mama screamed, and then she cried
It was on our tv set, tears fall as I remember yet
My daddy rushed in early from work
And threw his jacket with a jerk
I never saw my daddy cry
I did then, and you were why
I cried for pretty Jaqueline
John Jr, little Caroline
I cried for me, I loved you so
Our President, a young hero
My boy dolls were all then named John
My little part so your name lived on
My favorite doll was named Jackie
Nearly sixty years, she's still with me
You're still loved, and I must say
You're still my top pick J.F.K
35th President John F. Kennedy
Somehow developed major enemies
Their seemingly styled Camelot
Dissolved when extramarital affairs were caught
His wife the graceful Jacqueline Kennedy
Drew Americans in to total empathy
When her love was killed that day
But both of them had affairs to play
There is no perfect rhyme for Kennedy but I went ahead with that one anyway.
The title line would not let me use apostrophe or a period in it. LOL
I have read that President Kennedy had many affairs but I do not know that for a fact and also Mrs. Kennedy had affairs as well so I have read. They say don't spread gossip but it is written in books.
Written: January 13, 2019
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