Showing posts with label JFK. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JFK. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

I came of age during the JFK years. The grief is personal.

How do I tell my grown-ass children about the life and times of JFK? How I was nine when he was elected and 13 when he was assassinated? That I was the oldest son in an Irish-Catholic family in Middle America who idolized the man? That his killing tore a hole in my heart that remains. That all of the stuff that’s come out about Kennedy’s affairs and bad judgement has not dimmed my memories?

I’m a grouchy old man. I am a writer who takes a jaundiced view of most things. I was none of those things during JFK’s presidential run. My parents seemed entranced by the news reports on our black-and-white TV. So handsome, my mother said. So Catholic, my father said. I love Jackie’s hair, Grandma said. All the adults in my life were on board with Kennedy, saint and war hero.

I yearn for those days. How I want them back. As a family, we listened over and over to Vaughn Meader’s “The First Family” records on Dad’s stereo. My father made his first hi-fi as those things were called back in the day. It’s no surprise as he built crystal radio sets as a boy in his basement and served four years as a radioman with the U.S. Signals Corps during the war. He also admired JFK’s war record; Nixon’s paled in comparison. Little did we know, we hadn’t heard the last of Tricky Dick.

Kennedy was central to my coming-of-age years, 9-13. I read “Profiles in Courage.” I knew the PT-109 story by heart, the public one. Our family was on the verge of being cut adrift by the aerospace age, influenced by the Cold War and The Race to the Moon.  At 9, we lived in a new house in a Southwest Denver suburb not far from the Fort Logan Induction Center my father signed on to fight the Nazis in 1942. At 10, I attended the second half of fourth grade near a missile base in Washington State. I went to fifth grade in Moses Lake, sixth grade at College Hill Elementary in Wichita. We moved closer to Wichita’s Air Force base for the first half of St. Francis seventh grade and was there when Kennedy was shot. I was 14 when we returned to Denver and I went to the first half of seventh grade at a public junior high in Denver crowded with Boomer kids. And then we landed in Florida with a mission: send men to the moon because JFK said so. I was in Our Lady of Lourdes Grade School in Daytona Beach. I didn’t know it then, couldn’t even have guessed, that last Sunday I was back at OLL in Daytona attending mass at a spacious new church presided over by a justice warrior priest. I was a white-haired senior, disabled, pushing a walker. Still looking for answers.

And today I contemplate JFK because my daughter wants to know. She reads this blog. Read on, Annie. And keep reading.

Sunday, July 07, 2024

Finding a home for Grant’s tome

I’m having a hard time deciding which books to keep and which ones to give away. Why this comprehensive shelf-cleaning now? Is it time for the retirement home and everything must go because the young ones are not interested in any of our treasures? Not exactly. Chris and I are moving and selling our house. It is filled with 18 years of accumulating. I have bought and traded for many books in this time. I would put the count in the hundreds but Chris puts it in the thousands because that’s what it seems like to her.

Some might say I have book clutter. Chris is a reader (she just finished the second Abraham Verghese novel which is even longer than the first). So books are not the problem but their arrangement in the household is up for debate. I have swept clean three bookshelves, keeping only those volumes dear to me. We have moved out most of the bookshelves so the books have nowhere to go except out. Hey, I’m doing my best..

The other day, I filled a plastic bin with the section of the presidential library my father willed me in 2002. In the bin behind me, I see titles about JFK (“One Brief Shining Moment” by William Manchester, FDR (“Commander in Chief: Franklin Delano Roosevelt, His Lieutenants & Their War” by Eric Larrabee, and USG (“Personal Memoirs of U.S. Grant: Volume 1”) with Ulysses S. Grant holding the 1885 copyright and published by the Press of J.J. Little & Co., NY, NY. I also have the trade paperback on Grant’s memoirs (volumes 1 and 2) printed in 1952 by Da Capo Press. 

Buried among these was my slim paperback “JFK: Boyhood to the White House” (Crest Publishing, 50 cents). JFK and this book meant a lot to me. I was 10 at his inauguration and 12 almost 13 when he was assassinated. I had a tween crush on JFK and the whole Kennedy clan. It’s still sad to remember those times.

I am taking the presidents with me. It’s a darn heavy bin because nobody writes a slim biography of a U.S. president. Most are hardcovers which weigh in heavier than paperbacks. It will take a strong back or someone with a hand truck to carry this to our moving trailer. I estimate I will have ten of these monsters to take with me cross-country. My son will drive and I will be on one of those flying machines, you know, the ones with the extremely comfortable and spacious seats. 

I love to fly.

In Florida, I will reveal my presidential cache to family members with the hope they will put them on their shelves because I won’t have room in my new place. They are a legacy, after all, and deserve a place of honor and it will be up to my siblings’ children or grandchildren to decide where they go next. That’s the plan anyway.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Wyoming Democrats mourn Sen. Kennedy

Statement from the Wyoming Democratic Party on the passing of Sen. Ted Kennedy:

The Wyoming Democratic Party joins the nation in mourning the passing of Senator Edward M. Kennedy of Massachusetts.

State party Vice Chair, Mike Bell, noted that Kennedy's death, while not unexpected, was still deeply felt across the country. "Ted Kennedy was such a force in American life for nearly fifty years, that it will take a while to get used to the fact that he is gone," Bell said.

Bell, a historian, pointed out that Kennedy had a real connection to the Cowboy state. He campaigned in the West for JFK and stood beaming amongst the Wyoming delegation, when the state put Jack Kennedy over the top for the Democratic presidential nomination at the 1960 convention.

Bell noted that Kennedy had an impact on millions of lives through his hard work in the U.S. Senate. "Kennedy was a driving force for change on immigration, education, health care and the rights of the mentally and physically challenged" Bell said. “Even his rivals would admit, that when it came to hard work, building real bipartisanship, and genuine concern for people, Ted Kennedy demonstrated again and again why he was regarded as one of the great leaders in the nation’s history.”

Wyoming Democrats send their deepest sympathy to the entire Kennedy family.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Man in the Moon is so very lonely

Lots of newspaper articles and TV coverage marking the 40th anniversary of the U.S. moon landing. All of them seem to ask the same question: WTF?

It was a gallant quest, sparked by a challenge from JFK. A challenge that got many of us pulling in the same direction for a brief shining moment. JFK also kept us heading down the road to ruination in Vietnam. JFK's successor, LBJ, turned that road to ruin into a ten-lane expressway, and decided not to run for a second term in the wake of disastrous results, leaving the field open to Nixon. He did continue NASA's lunar flights but, in his second term, was distracted from the mission by break-ins and paranoia and Christmas bombings and cross-border incursions and trips to China.

Our lunaracy ended about the same time as Nixon's. And we haven't been back to the moon since.

Beating the Bolsheviks to the moon had more to do with beating the Bolsheviks than it did with the moon. We were demonstrating our superiority as the planet's only God-fearing democratic capitalist republic. We not only demonstrated this in space, but also in Hue and Managua and Cuba and Laos and Berlin and Tehran and Taiwan and Jakarta. We were so busy spreading democracy in these places that we forgot about the Sea of Tranquility -- ran out of money, too. Not to mention imagination. Reagan, too. Don't forget about him.

Think about all this next time you wonder: Man on the Moon -- WTF?

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Putting Wyoming's artists to work

President-elect Obama is getting torrents of advice from all quarters. Artists and arts administrators are getting into the act. I'm both (although most writers wear the "artist" label very loosely), so I'll offer double the usual two cents worth.

The Obama Transition team has asked all state governors for ideas on how to put people back to work. Lots of work to do, of course, after eight years of Republican looniness and neglect. Roads to repave and bridges to repair. National parks to upgrade and historic structures to save. Boost public transportation. Teach at-risk kids and feed the homeless. Cure the sick health care system. The "green" retooling of industry and energy. Big list, huge challenges.

The Obama team also asked governor's offices for plans on how to put artists to work. Gov Dave passed the question off to our bosses at State Parks and Cultural Resources, and they passed it on to us at the Arts Council. As the staff brainstormed ideas, the arts programs sponsored by Roosevelt's Works progress Administration (WPA) kept popping into my head. State guides written by real writers such as Zora Neale Hurston in Florida and Vardis Fisher in Idaho (and some written by hacks). Mural painted in public buildings from Torrington to Kemmerer in Wyoming -- and all across the U.S. Great photos by Dorothea Lange.

On Dec. 26, opera director and Harvard arts fellow Thor Steingraber wrote an interesting op-ed piece in the Boston Globe, "How the Arts can Nourish a Struggling Nation." Not all of it bears repeating, as he has a rather simplistic (and outdated) view of the power of the National Endowment for the Arts. But he does offer a short history of what two former presidents did for the arts:

President Franklin Delano Roosevelt recognized the combined power of American productivity and creativity. Between 1935 and 1943, his Works Progress Administration put 8 million Americans to work. Under the same umbrella, construction workers and engineers built the nation's physical infrastructure, while writers, painters, and performers constructed the nation's cultural foundations. Buildings and bridges, murals and sculptures sprung up in public places around the nation.

It was John F. Kennedy whose commitment to the arts paved the way for the formation of the National Endowment. Kennedy's vision of an America in which ingenuity was championed above all else was not reserved to space travel alone. The arts were included too: "If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him."



President-elect Obama, by seeking ways to make artists a part of a new New Deal, seems to have the same sort of vision. He is asking the state's leaders to provide ideas on retooling the economy. An an agent of change, he's serious about how ALL of us (even pointy-headed artists) can be part of the equation.

You have to be tough to be an artist in Wyoming. It's not a cheap place to live, and jobs are few and far between. There are no cool arts enclaves where artists can band together and support each other. While Jackson, Lander, Laramie and Sheridan all have lively communities of writers, artists, and performers, there are not many outlets to actually sell your art. Yes, all of us have access to the Internet, and many sell work on their web sites. But there are millions of arts web sites. The competition isn't just the gallery down the street -- it's all the galleries from Cheyenne, Wyoming, to Chiba, Japan.

The best way to put artists back to work is have them team up with their communities on arts projects and arts education. This may be a shocker to you, but many people who work in the Powder River Basin coal fields and the oil patch around Pinedale do not see art as their main priority. But you'd be surprised at how many are engaged in the arts themselves or through their families. I could bore you with examples all day, but I'll let this one suffice (for now). I was conducting an Arts Council grants training session on a cold January night in the Lander library. In attendance were a handful of leaders of arts organizations and a few artists.

Two men in their thirties walked in and sat down at the back. Big guys, looked like former linemen for Lander High. They were quiet through most of my long, boring presentation. But we learned a lot about them during the Q&A session. One of them used to work in the oil patch but now made his living sculpting with a chainsaw. The other still worked on the rigs, but had an entire scrapbook of beautiful horsehair ropes and bridles that he made. "I want to get off the rigs in the worst way," he said. And I believed him. I gave him lots of info on the Arts Council and the Wyoming Business Council. He was already having some success selling his wares locally. While his buddy was carving logs and dead trees into totems and rodeo cowboys all over the county, the horsehair bridle man was struggling. He may still be on the rigs, and he may not. But I guarantee he's still creating. Something he just has to do. Which is something all of us writers and performers and painters understand.

How to connect artists and communities? It's something we've been doing with some success in Wyoming for more than 40 years. Artists need to be in their communities and of their communities. A new WPA can serve to reconnect us in a time of disconnection. It won't be easy and, sometimes, we'll be butting heads. Artists see the world in new and imaginative ways. That can cause controversy. Forget about "culture wars." That's been a dead-end street for all of us. Let artists work within communities as they create their art. And hope all this new energy can spark debates about our hopes and fears in the rocky times ahead.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Nov. 22: Ask what you can do for your country

On this 45th anniversary of Pres. John F. Kennedy's assassination, I keep hearing this amazing sentence from his inauguration speech:

And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country.


I thought of these words during the past week when the Detroit auto execs were up on Capitol Hill seeking bailout money. I've been thinking of JFK's words a lot during the past year, as many of "my fellow Americans" worked hard to reclaim our democracy. Ask what you can do for your country! During the past eight years, all we got was Bush's version of this line: "...ask what you can do to your country." Yes, and the Bushies did plenty to us. But we also deserve a share of the blame and the burden. Now it's time to clean up the mess. Persevere, and ask what you can do for your country beside vote and write a few pro-Dem blog posts.

Kennedy's words will be in the air when Barack Obama is inaugurated on Jan. 20, 2009.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Back when we had real leaders

The Laramie County Democrats celebrated the 90th anniversary of John F. Kennedy's birth tonight. Not a 90th birthday party, as Kennedy's been dead for 44 years. He's been gone now almost as long as he was on the planet.

Party Chair Mike Bell displayed part of his Kennedy collection. He wrote his master's thesis on Kennedy's first election campaign in 1946. He's traveled to Boston to interview some of Kennedy's old pol pals.

We ate birthday cake and told stories from the 1960 campaign trail and remembered where we were on that most sad of days, Nov. 22, 1963. Watched part of a Kennedy documentary. Raffled off some Kennedy memorabilia to raise funds for the county and state parties. We'll need lots of dough to keep the Democratic torch alive in 2008.

Most of us were probably thinking sad thoughts. I can't look at a Kennedy picture without turning morose. JFK was more sinner than saint. He was a ruthless politician from a ruthless political family.

But he was a leader at a time when we needed leadership. He was a hero to this fourth-grader, watching the D.C. inauguration from 3,000 miles away on the eastern Washington prairie. When he was shot down in Dallas, I was in the seventh grade and lived on another prairie, this one near Wichita in southeastern Kansas.

Now I'm much older, living on the edge of the Wyoming grasslands, thinking of what might have been.

I'm not one for conspiracy theories. Most Kennedy conspiracists give me the willies. But I get chills when I hear these lines about the Kennedy and King assassinations in Steve Earle's song "Conspiracy Theory" from his Jerusalem CD:

What if you could have been there on that day in Dallas
What if you could wrestle back the hands of time
Maybe somethin' could have been done in Memphis
We wouldn't be livin' in a dream that's died

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Dems celebrate JFK at May meeting

The Laramie County Democrats will use their monthly meeting to celebrate the legacy of President John F. Kennedy on May 29, 7 p.m., at the Plains Hotel, 1700 Central Ave., Cheyenne. May 29, 2007, is the 90th anniversary of Kennedy's birth.

Bring your campaign memorabilia, books, and personal memories to share with the group. Everyone is welcome.