I Remember When......
Recalling Memories of My Childhood & Beyond
Here are my thoughts and memories of the assassination of President Kennedy, the funeral of Sir Winston Churchill, the death of Princess Diana and 9/11.
[The Queen's Coronation in 1953 will feature at letter Q]
22nd November 1963 - President Kennedy was Assassinated. We were watching TV in the early evening when a special "over to our newsroom" announcement cut in, and we heard about the shooting in Dallas. During Kennedy's election campaign I was still at school and JFK was someone we admired and we poured over the photographs of his wife Jackie's fashions. We saw on TV his powerful inauguration speech, his meeting with Russian leader Khrushchev, his speech at the Berlin Wall and my father got up during the night to hear his statement on the Cuban crisis which threatened world peace.
We felt
part of a new era. Young and energetic-looking for a world leader, he
made such a contrast with our own Prime Minister Harold Macmillan who
seemed to epitomize the Edwardian period of 50 years past. I had
never lost anyone close to me, yet President Kennedy's death hit me
hard. I stayed off university lectures to watch the funeral on TV and
wept at the sight of Jackie Kennedy and her two young children.
Only
three years later I was in Boston, USA on a year's exchange programme.
With another British girl we travelled around the country on the
Greyhound bus, with Dallas and Washington DC on our itinerary. We also
also saw the unveiling in Boston of the JFK Library, attended by
Robert and Edward Kennedy. I know the Kennedy legend has long since
been tarnished, but it left a powerful memory.
30th January 1965 - Sir Winston Churchill's Funeral.
I had grown up with my father's reminiscences of the war, which
included working in London by the Cabinet War Rooms and his high
regard for Sir Winston Churchill. At school in my exams for French and
German (bit of irony here), when asked in the essay question to write
on a famous person, I chose Sir Winston. His death, although not
unexpected, still was a landmark event which I shared in. I was doing
Modern History and Politics at university and some of my class took the
overnight bus down from Edinburgh to London to join the thousands
walking past his coffin in Westminster Hall. We sat as a family to
watch the state funeral at St. Paul's Cathedral and the iconic image of
the cranes alongside the River Thames bowing in salute as the coffin
was carried by boat down the river.
31st August 1997 - Death of Diana.
Sunday morning 7am and the phone went, meaning a leap out of bed
thinking "Has something happened to our daughter", who we knew would
be finishing night shift at her work. She
gave us the news and of course we immediately turned to the television
to watch the tragic events unfold - and it was tragic the sudden death
of an attractive woman and mother with so much potential but whose
personal life had taken a sad turn before being cut short.
You could not but be moved to see the two young princes following their mother's coffin on its silent route through London. Psychologists have written pages on the state of the nation at the time, "wallowing in grief tourism" etc. We were annoyed at the media calls for the Queen "to be with her people" i.e in London, as if being in Scotland meant she was out of her country. It was a definitive moment in many ways.
11th September 2001 - 9/11: I was working at Library Headquarters that day in the Local Studies
Room when my daughter phoned to tell me that a plane had crashed into
the twin towers in New York. I had visited the city thirty years ago,
long before the twin towers were built and I must admit I was a bit hazy about them,
but my first reaction was "what an awful accident". I told colleagues
and we logged onto the BBC website and saw the dreadful news of the
second strike. There was an American visitor in the Study Room and
we broke the news to him - he immediately went outside to phone friends
and family. We then dashed to the Training Room where there was a
television. Words cannot describe the horror. What struck in my mind
most was the experience of those on the planes who had left Boston
to discover they were flying to their death - yet whose thoughts were
to phone family expressing their love.
A
week later we were on holiday on the west coast of Scotland and took
the ferry from Oban to sail to the Isle of Mull and then onto the Isle
of Iona. It was the most perfect September day you could have asked for
- sunny blue skies, a calm sea, a panorama of hills and the seals
bobbing around the ferry. There were a lot of Americans on the boat,
and the atmosphere was quiet and subdued. People were going up to them
to shake their hand and extend their sympathy.
Everyone
talks abut the magical nature of Iona - the seat of Scottish
Christianity where St. Columba founded his Abbey in 563AD. It is
amazing that even though the boat seemed busy, visitors spread out on
the small island and it seems as if you have the place to yourself. It
was so peaceful - a beautiful haven in what suddenly seemed a very evil world.
More E's: Celtic Cross on Iona looking over to the Isle of Mull |
EATING OUT - Did you eat out as a child? My such memories are zero. I can't remember ever as a child or teenager going out fir a family meal in a cafe or restaurant in our home town. We were not unusual - people just did no do it, except when away on holiday. I
EASTER - Did your family follow any special traditions?
EASTER - Did your family follow any special traditions?
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Hi Sue - Diana's death was the one that shocked me the most. Nothing more sobering than seeing someone of your generation taken too soon.
ReplyDeleteI remember being told of Kennedy's death while in high school swim team practice. Remember being in the dentists for a teeth cleaning when on 9/11. I can't remember where I was for any of the rest, although I have a few different ones I remember.
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A very poignant post.
ReplyDeleteThe town I grew up in had no businesses and we never went out as a family to eat except on holiday. BUT when my grampa decided to get a car and they would come to visit, on Sunday after church he would take my brother and I out for "Chicken in a Basket" - I loved those days.
I really enjoyed this post - it made me remember my own thoughts of those events - I should write them down.
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Anne
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Yep, I remember all those too. I was in 7th grade when Kennedy was assassinated. We were let out of school early and I ran all the way home. We sat glued to the tv. I remember seeing Jack Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald. That was surreal! I was teaching when the Twin Towers were hit. I was returning to my office and noticed other teachers huddled around a tv but had no clue what that was about. Driving home I heard about it on the radio. I couldn't leave the tv set. I cried and cried watching people hold up pictures and posters of their loved ones, certain they would have the umph to survive.
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I had just flown back from my home in upstate New York to our Las Vegas, NV, then driven across the desert to the Grand Canyon, where we lived and worked. We'd been on our honeymoon, and, at first, I didn't understand what the people at the restaurant where I worked were talking about. The intersection of personal joy and such a jarring tragedy...
ReplyDeleteThat happened again on September 11, 2001. Our first child had been born only 9 days before, and he wasn't sleeping much. We lived just outside Yellowstone National Park then, and a neighbor knocked on the door to ask me if I had a TV, and to turn it on, because we were being attacked. My sleep-deprived mind couldn't get past bison, geysers, and the like - until she said America was being attacked. It took a while longer to realize that my father often drove bus tours to the city. Fortunately, he wasn't there that day.
I watched the news for hours, crying on my newborn's face. I felt most for the mothers who had just borne or wear soon to bear children to fathers who had died in the attacks.
Later, I learned that a classmate of mine lost his mother in the towers.
There is a moving display here at the New York State Museum. We've visited it often through the years. My son will celebrate his 15th birthday this September - and, like every other year, it will be, in some ways, connected to the anniversary that will follow.
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I clearly remember 3 of the 4 events you have described, Sue. Churchill's funeral would have been reported on our news, but for some reason I cannot remember the details. I do, however, remember the day that our Prime Minister Harold Holt disappeared, presumably drowned!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for sharing your memories of major events in our lives.
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