61 years now. My guess is there are more people living today who were born after John J. Kennedy was assassinated than there were before he was killed. Writing it makes me want to delete it because it’s common sense. The government is planning to release documents in a couple of months about the shooting.
Here is what I originally wrote five years ago:
Puzzles Me
Interestingly enough, I was at the FMC today, and when signing a paper and remembering the date, I said it out loud. The young woman working with me (there were two) and it hit me. 56 years ago.
I asked both about the date’s significance, and neither had a clue. Both were in their twenties. I didn’t give them hell for not knowing. I just said, “John Kennedy,” but both looked puzzled initially. Then one asked if he was a president, and the other seemed to remember he was but didn’t seem sure. It’s all pretty odd, given the coverage it gets every year at this time.

My parents took me to Gettysburg in 1964, anyway. Of course, I knew who JFK was. You couldn’t have a television on after the assassination until he was laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetary without coverage of him. I also knew who Martin Luther King was. We were on a trip and had to detour because he was leading a march. One of my parents, probably my dad, told me about him.
So anyway, Gettysburg. My parents told me I could choose two gifts from the gift
King was assassinated five later. Many will think in terms of the assassination on November 22 but think of him in life. Both are men to respect, and both are men to be remembered. That’s why the teaching of history is essential.
