That is the question of the day today on the 50th anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy.
But first, it's Friday and you know what that means! Time to dump out the remains of the week and link up with Mrs. 4444 for Friday Fragments.....
Let me start with a big Happy Birthday to our youngest grandson, John Daniel. John is a sweet, happy boy who lights up any room.
On his actual birthday, he had a birthday cupcake......his party is this coming weekend. Sadly, we won't be able to attend.
Happy Birthday big boy! Pappy and Nana love you!
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Between talking to nurses for mama, taking the dog to the vet and going to the eye doctor for myself, I feel all doctored out for this week. Keeping up with it all is tiring and I live by the calendar in my purse. Whew!
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This weekend Mercy Uganda is having a warehouse sale. We put a big dumpster at the warehouse because there was a lot trash! The Superhero and I went over after church Wednesday night and as our headlights hit the dumpster I spied a body hanging half in and half out and and I freaked for a moment thinking there was a dead body that had been dumped. Thankfully the body moved and I saw my very first dumpster diver. It was nice that he was taking trash and making it his treasure. How I wish I had a picture.
He didn't exactly look like this, but you get the drift.
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And now to the question of the day.....where were you when John Kennedy was assassinated?
I was in the sixth grade and was at school. An announcement came over the school P.A. system. A very emotional voice informed us that the president had been shot and asked that we all stand and have a silent prayer . That's all we knew as we silently stood and prayed. Yes, praying in school was very common 50 years ago. Moments later another announcement came over saying that the President of the United States had died and school was immediately dismissed. My friends and I walked home in silence.
When I arrived home, I went to my room and cried.
My grandmother especially loved President Kennedy and had a replica of his rocking chair.....
The rocking chair with the book The Torch is Passed
I love this picture because they look so happy
And who could forget that little salute
No matter our politics, it was such a sad and tragic day for our nation. Even fifty years later, I cry watching the coverage on television.
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It seems like there is very little blogging time lately and I'm late. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!
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It seems like there is very little blogging time lately and I'm late. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!