The Day JFK Was Murdered
Ran across this documentary a few weeks ago and found it much more than rather interesting. Saved it on a draft for posting later. It’s the last of drafts waiting to be completed and posted.
In honor of my mother and Earthly father
I was 9 years & 83 days old when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated November 22, 1963. I remember it well! (Also remember the missile crisis when we had air raid drills at school and ducking our heads under our wooden desks.) Me, my brother and two sisters were all sharing the same bedroom in our little two bedroom house. It was a bit crowded and we were getting near that age where it was best for girls and boys to have separate bedrooms, plus the fact mom was pregnant with my baby brother. He was born September 18, 1963. Dad had recently added a larger kitchen and dining room extension on one end of the house. He had just finished converting the old small kitchen and eating table room into a third bedroom for my two sisters. There was only a set of steps at the new kitchen/dining addition side door. He had built a porch for the washer on the back.
We had a free solar dryer but had to buy clothes pins for it from time to time. We also had a milk man on a milk truck that came by each week with reusable half-gallon glass milk jugs. We kids would usually get a ten-cent nutty buddy or some variety of ice cream on a stick, which we would save and glue together later making things. Those were also the days when soda pop drinks came in reusable glass bottles, and I used to ride the road on my bicycle picking up the ones tossed out windows. We were “green” back then when it was also profitable to pick up behind litter bugs. Got three to ten cents a bottle that decade and pre-63 dimes were 90% silver. Those were the days when dimes, quarters, half-dollar and dollar coins were made of real money. In the late 60s when making 50 cent an hour cropping tobacco, a 16 oz bottle of Pepsi or RC cola was 12 cents plus a ten-cent deposit on the bottle if you didn’t have an empty. Ten empty soda pop bottles would get you a four-quarter buck. Throw away cans and bottles were just beginning to come in style. Twenty 16 0z bottles would get you a worthless two-dollar silver certificate in the late 60s to 1970. My favorite song was “X bottles in the basket for a dime oh boy, X bottles in the basket oh boy, cash them in and begin again, X bottles in the basket for a dime – Oh boy!”. As soon as cans took over, bottles were worthless, and soda was higher per ounce! We knew how to recycle back then! (A good number of years later when I was all grown up, it was just bottles of beer on a wall.)
I was helping Dad with putting a stoop/porch at the side door entrance so the steps would face toward the front of the house and he had just removed the steps. (Was learning carpentry 101.) Dad was a pretty good carpenter, although the addition’s floor ended up ¾ of an inch higher than the existing house’s floor, but that was an easy fix at the four foot passage between the addition and the existing living room. (He worked at a lumber mill and drove a truck for many years before he became disabled just before turning 62. On the CB radio, his handle was “Lumber Man”.) The side door was temporarily stepless when mom came running through the house crying “Forrest, someone has shot the President, someone shot the president…” when suddenly she came to the screened door with no steps. Dad had yelled, but too late – splat! She had fell out the door and sprung her ankle, and gotten a few scrapes and bruises. We helped her into the house, cleaned the scrapes with alcohol and put some ice on her ankle while listening and watching TV from the couch as the news unfolded.
My mom was collecting and saving those two dollar silver certificates (United States Notes). She liked them better than the Federal Reserve Notes. She ended up spending them latter on. Only kept a few for years. Don’t know what came of them. Never saw any of the five dollar United States Notes. Didn’t understand then. I do now!
Please watch this documentry!
YES! Those were the days we hoped would never end. Such a simpler time when a neighbor was a neighbor and people seemed to genuinely care for their fellow man. Great Post!. Be Blessed.
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