A new theory I saw on a TV program about who shot JFK just floored me, but it is probably the truth. It certainly is crazy enough to be what happened and it would explain the cover up feeling to the whole thing. It was an accident! If this is true it would be a cosmic joke on the universe. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about it. The new investigator says the evidence shows that Oswald shot twice, he missed once and then hit the president in the throat. The third bullet, which killed him came not from Oswald but from the chase car following the president. He believes that the agent picked up the rifle after the first shot to scan and shoot back but that he fell when the car lurched forward accidentally discharging the rifle. This would be the shot that hit the president in the head killing him. Everything that followed after was a cover up including the Warren commission.
I lived in Fort Worth and I was 8 years old and truthfully it changed me forever. The concept that you could kill a president in 1963 was so foreign to me that I couldn’t speak of it for many years. I know my childhood ended that day as it did for many other kids. My parents were divorced and I did not have a close relationship with my Father so I looked on the president as not only the “father of our country” but as my father in a weird sort of way. I think many children did because he was a Dad with two young children as well as president. It was also the first and only time I saw my Aunt and my Mother openly weeping.
I think it’s time we finally let the President rest in peace and move on. It is a part of our country’s history and history is where it should remain not annually on our TV sets with multiple conspiracy theory’s. We will never know what really happened and maybe we are not supposed to know. Let him be remembered instead for how he lived his life and not for the tragedy of his death.
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For 40 years I have been a woman working as opposed to a working woman. Few people have even noticed what I do and even fewer have given me credit for doing something worthwhile. I work 24 hours a day. 7 days a week, 365 days a year and it’s all volunteer, which translates to without salary. I get no sick leave or time off unless you count the time I spent in the hospital for surgery…I am not ashamed to say I begged the doctor for an extra day there, would have taken a week but the insurance wouldn’t cover it. You see, I knew that when I got home there would be no one there to take care of me. That is, no one to lay a cool hand upon my feverish cheek or to read to me while I tried to sleep, cook for me and cut my sandwich just the way I like it… while reassuring me that everything was going to be just fine. There would instead be all the work that had gone undone without me there waiting patiently.
By now you might be wondering what my job is and why anyone in their right mind would want it, much less volunteer for it. Well I wanted it and it comes with benefits that far outweigh money. I’m a Mom!
So Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms.
P.S…. kids if you really want to know what to get your Mom for Mother’s Day. Let her sleep till noon because she deserves it, you take care of your own breakfast and clean up your mess. When she wakes up give her a big hug, tell her she’s the best Mom ever and you love and appreciate everything she does for you. Best gift ever and it is priceless.
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I’m not sure how to start this so let me say a quick Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. I just noticed my last post was about Father’s day also, funny how a year flies by so quickly. I swear I will try to write more often. That being said…
It is hard enough to accept a someone new into your family that you did not choose, let alone someone you dislike. Having experienced this in my own life (my stepfather) with extremely negative results I expected to have a hard time when my children married…. and I did. At least with my oldest child’s spouse anyway. We all make mistakes I guess and that one was a mistake from beginning to end and shattered the foundation of this family. We were broken, or at least it felt that way to me. So it was with great trepidation that I once again prepared to accept new members into our family when my two youngest daughters decided to marry. Would we survive or be broken beyond repair this time.
Well I am happy to say….delighted to say… I have two of the best son in-laws anyone could ask for. I feel so lucky that my daughters chose such good men and that they are part of my family. They are not only good husbands to my daughters but good sons to us and their own families as well. They are loving and kind so I knew they would be good fathers…and they are. In fact they have exceeded any expectations I may have had. They are change the diapers, hands on daddies. They are role models for their sons and for each other’s son as well. I’m very proud of them and want to say thank you for being who you are and for not only being part of my family but making me a part of yours.
I only hope that some day they will understand my sense of humor better….or at least forgive me for it.
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I wish I could write a post about my Father. I wish I could tell you all about him. That I could say what a great Dad he was and about all the things he taught me. I wish I could … but I can’t. You see I didn’t really know him. Oh I knew who he was and I often spent time with him, but if I were to describe him I would say…he was tall…he had false teeth that he kept in a cup when he ate, even in a restaurant. He liked the circus and the rodeo and boat shows. He was around 60 years of age when I was born. My parents divorced right before I was born. He rarely spoke to me and never about anything personal. He served in two World Wars. He was born right before the turn of the 20th century. My Mom was only 16 when she married him. He had 2 children older than her. You see, a few facts and that’s all. I have no idea what his favorite color was or his favorite food. I don’t even know if he loved me. Frankly he didn’t have much use for daughters. He was a man of his generation I guess. But I still wish he had let me know him so at the very least I could miss him, instead of missing the idea of him.
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