Family

Catholic School and JFK

U.N Day of Remembrance 2013-JFK
U.N Day of Remembrance 2013-JFK

When I passed by the firehouse this morning the flag was at half-staff. The breeze waved memories of JFK and my childhood back into view.

My uncles and aunts had just arrived for the Thanksgiving holiday the night of November 21, 1963. I, along with my brother and two sisters were at grammar school. The Principal, Sister John Bosco, appeared at the doorway of our classroom, whispered to our teacher, Sister Bernard. Her eyebrows raised as her hand flew to her mouth.

“Everyone kneel down,” she said, waving to the floor. “Our President has been shot.”

Among gasps and questions, thirty little kids fell to the floor, bowed their heads and prayed. I kept thinking why would someone shoot our President. His photograph was on our wall, with the Pope. He was Catholic, like us. We’re supposed to be protected, with prayer, isn’t that what the nuns tell us. This was very confusing for me.

The school released us early. We walked home and saw our uncles, aunts, and my mom all leaning towards the television. They were all red-eyed. We were told to go upstairs. It’s the first time I remember feeling afraid. Later, Mom told us that President Kennedy died.

My mother still recalls watching the parade, my uncle remarking on the President as a hero, serving as he had served in WW II. She said they were shocked into silence when they saw that the President had been shot. I wanted to ask her why he wasn’t protected by prayer, but I couldn’t. She was too sad.

To this day she gets teary eyed when she views JFK’s life on T.V. Even now she still thinks it was “The Republicans or the Russians,” who killed JFK.

For me, this was the beginning of an era marked with assassinations, fear, protests, and change.

President John F. Kennedy had an interesting life.

It is fifty years to the day that President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, but his life – and death – continue to fascinate. He was certainly one of America’s most charismatic Presidents. But how much do you know about him?

Here’s 22 things you may not have known about him, by Colin Falconer, Author. 

Family

Autumn Revisited

My autumn Bougainvillea
My autumn Bougainvillea

On this Saturday morning there is a damp coolness in the air. The skinny birch trees in my backyard are almost naked of their yellow leaves. The only spots of color are from the Miami Pink bougainvillea climbing up the stucco walls towards my Talavera sun goddess mask. Only in Southern California can you have bouginvillea plants alive in late autumn. Well, maybe Florida too.

This poem, by Frank de Jesus Acosta, was on my Facebook feed this morning. Frank shares his poetry with those who subscribe to his Facebook. On many mornings I find that his words resonant with me, lift me up, make me pause and think, and overall contribute to my day. Thank you Frank.

The colors of Autumn sunrise in LA-Albert Valles, Photographer
The colors of Autumn sunrise in LA-Albert Valles, Photographer

Autumn Revisited

The morning chill is brief

in the city of angels

Once the sun gives rise

to November days

Autumn paints orange-red leaves

gently falling off balding trees

A many colored quilt

blankets lawns and quiet walkways

This Saturday seems sleepier than most

all at once I yawn and smile

A long list of chores lies on the table

where it will likely see tomorrow

Days like these are made

to find the sweetness of life

A psalm of praise, a song of renewal

random acts of loving kindness

A bike ride to the park, my paradise

island of green in an ocean of concrete

I walk barefoot in the green cool grass

resting against a tree to watch the children play

Unfettered minds releasing their genius

creating new worlds of harmony and joy

Cities made of caramel stones

lollipop trees and chocolate milk rivers

Closing my eyes, their chatter and laughter

brings enchantment to a broken world

A circle of elders drum and sing

wafts of burning sage evoke a prayer of thanks

Releasing my spirit from worry

trials and troubles that weigh down dreams

An Autumn day is healing and joyous

if you surrender to its beauty

I lay me down on my bed of grass

searching the clouds for the face of God

A cool breeze caresses my sun kissed skin

I realize, God resides in all creation

The Creator is breath in water

spirit fire of all life in earth and heaven

A grandmother and child pass me hand in hand

and the arc of living is revealed

We are one inter-dependent circle of blood

spirit, heart, and mind; cradle to grave

As the chill returns slowly to the afternoon air

a list of things undone invades my sanctum

Defiantly I mount my rubber wheeled steed

to find the highest point of landscape

From where I can bid this day farewell

with its sweetness and its freedom

This Saturday seemed sleepier than most

and all at once I yawn and smile

As the world around me grows glowing orange-red

I feel the presence of God in the Autumn sunset

Poem by: Frank de Jesus Acosta