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Posted 09 December 2014 - 06:50 PM

Brilliant Michelle.  Thanks!

Very moving.

 

I've spoken to my father many times about where he was when he heard about JFK....even as far away as Australia, in a time when communications were nothing like today, they had the news very early on.  One of those things that no one ever forgets I suppose.


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Posted 17 December 2014 - 01:47 PM

These Men did a wonderful job during a very difficult time-it still affect all of those who were involved. Many of these names appear on the different lists because they had several duties during that time/

 

 

President Kennedy's Funeral

November 22

6:05 PM Air Force 1 lands at Andrews Air Force Base
Met by 1st Lt Samuel R.Bird (Army) OIC
                       Edward Buff   (Army)
Seaman 3rd Cl Hubert Clark (Navy)
                         Lee J Turner
               Staff Sgt Richard E.Guadreau (Air Force)
                            Tim Cheek (Marine)
                              John Moore  Air Force
                            Bob Hayden
* It was chaotic Andrews when the President's body arrived everyone was trying to help unload the casket Lt Sam Bird etal rushed in to help,the coffin was almost dropped due to broken handles.

6:35 pm President arrives at Bethesda Naval Hospital
           1st Lt Samuel Bird, Seaman Hubert Clark, Tim Cheek, Bob Hayden Richard E. Lipsey (Army) aide to Major General Wehle. He accompanied Wehle and Jackie Kennedy to Bethesda Naval Hospital and was given the task of guarding the autopsy room door. Lipsey helped the technicians when he was asked, helping to transfer Kennedy's body to the autopsy table, wiping it off and watching the calm, slow process of photographing the entry and exit points of the bullets.Later, Lipsey would help to dress Kennedy in the suit his wife had chosen before closing the casket. He was in the East Room of the White House during the private family Mass. He stood next to Wehle and the Kennedy family as they made their slow walk to the Capitol from the White House. He later led Princess Grace Kelly to the grave-site, not understanding why Jackie Kennedy wouldn't see her.

 

*Bird and Clark saw President's body

 

Pallbearers

Samuel R. Bird (Army, commanding)

  • George A. Barnum (Coast Guard)
  • Richard E. Gaudreau (Air Force)
  • Hubert Clark (Navy)
  • Timothy F. Cheek (Marines)
  • James L. Felder (Army)
  • Douglas A. Mayfield (Army)
  • Larry B. Smith (Navy)
  • Jerry J. Diamond (Marines)

^ Normally there are only six bodybearers- Mr Smith and Mr,Diamond were added due to the heaviness of the coffin

November 24

 

4:30 pm The Ambulance carrying the President comes through the gate at the North Portico and is escorted by:

Marine Lt William F. Lee OIC

PFC Edward McCloskey

John Norris

Carl Port

Larry Ulrich

Niles Nowask

Ernest Murphy

Marty Martynski Marched beside Caisson

John Cunningham

Dennis Lord

Woodley Timberlake

 

Caisson Platoon

Section Platoon Leader Thomas M.Setterberg helped John C. McKinney choose the 6 white horses for the caisson

and rode grey horse "Big Boy' ahead of the caisson

Riders were mounted on left side of span

1rst Team Right: "Count Chris"  Left:"Skyline" PFC Richard A. Pace

2nd "Swing Team" Right: "Blue Dare" Left: James P.Stimpson

3rd "Wheel Team" Right: "Cap" Left : "Cloudburst" Charles B. Wade

 

AND

 

Black Jack   Arthur Carlson

 

At the time of the President's funeral Black Jack was a 16 year old gelding with 10 years service. He was named in honor of General John J. “Black Jack” Pershing.The last of the U.S. Army’s Quartermaster-issued horses, Black Jack was born on Jan. 19, 1947. He was branded with the Army’s U.S. brand on his left shoulder, and his Army serial number, 2V56, on the left side of his neck. He did not like to be ridden He made it clear he did not like to be ridden.

He threw rider after rider into the dirt of the training corral at Fort Reno (Okla.), and though over time they managed to find some control, he never lost his fiery spirit.

 He grew to 15.1 hands and weighed 1,200 pounds.He was a beautiful black horse with a white star on his head. He was a favorite at Fort Reno, But when Fort Myer needed  horses for the Caisson Platoon they decided to send Black Jack.

 Black Jack arrived at Fort Myer on Nov. 22, 1952, and again, it was clear that he wasn’t suited to be a riding horse. He served in the Caisson Platoon of the 3rd Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard) and was the riderless horse in more than 1,000 Armed Forces Full Honors Funerals.

  Black Jack was always high-spirited, and he didn’t mellow as he aged. He seemed to be fine when he was walking, though he often pranced beside his walker, but when the procession halted he kicked and circled, displaying his impatience. While he eventually got used to the typical noises of a funeral, he never was able to deal with the cannon salute.

 During President Kennedy's Funeral they had to pause and wait for Black Jack to catch up.When the group reached the Treasury Building, the right rear wheel of the caisson became stuck in a gutter grate. The wheel was so stuck that the caisson dragged the grate a number of yards, which unnerved all the horses, including Black Jack.

When the unit finally arrived at the White House, Black Jack was nervous and wouldn’t stand still. He danced and fidgeted all the way to the Capitol. Because of protocol, Arthur wasn’t able to speak to the horse. After escorting Kennedy’s coffin to the Capitol Building, the caisson unit returned to the stables for the night.

  On Monday they went back to the Capitol to escort the casket again Black Jack was wild going to the White House and Mr, Carlson was afraid he was going to lose his hold on the horse, At one point Black Jack stepped on Mr.Carlson's foot so hard ,his shoe tore and his foot was bruised, But he could not react or show emotion due to the TV cameras.

 Black Jack was offered to Mrs Kennedy after the funeral but she thought that he should remain with the caisson platoon.She later received his caparison, which included his saddle, bridle, saddle blanket, sword, boots and spurs. They were recently displayed at the John F.Kennedy Library.

All of the media attention brought school children to Fort Myer and he seem to enjoy the children and being petted.

 He also made another friend Mrs. Nancy Schado,who became known as Black Jacks "mother" she visited him regularly and held birthday parties every year baking him his favorite butter pecan cake.

Black Jack retired on June 1, 1973.He died after 29 years of military service on Feb. 6, 1976, and was laid to rest at Fort Myer. He was buried with full military honors only the second horse to receive such honors.

 

 

These Men served the Commander in Chief  by serving on the "Death Watch" in the East Room or in the Capitol some served in both locations

Death Watch  -East Room -US Capitol Rotunda
Marine Major William F. Lee  ER
Army Sp4        Tom Franus  ER - Walked behind Caisson
Navy                 George Perrault ER
Army                Edward Buff ER CAP
Coast Guard     Francis Herick ER Cap
                         Dewey Hicks Cap 1rst Watch
Coast Guard      Jerald  Garriot  ER
Marine               Donald J, Burke ER
Marine               Delvin White ER
Air Force           Jim McCellan ER St Matthews
Army                  Richard Brown  Cap
Marine                Tom Tallick
AC3                    Kenneth L.Freeman
                            Nat Emery  Cap
                             Tom Griffin  Cap
                  Sgt      Jesse Sharp ER
  Air Force            John Moore  Assistant officer in charge of US Air Force Honor Guard. Marched in procession to St Mathews   Also part of the Air Force 1 cordon and saw arrival of the President and Mrs.Kennedy. Stood in Honor Guard Formation at grave site.

 
Marine                 Lamont Pitman  Caisson Escort  
                             Bob Hayden      White House         

Color Guard-  Marine Hal Moffit

                                  Robert Neal

                                  Pete Holder

Capitol Steps-Marine Norman McHale

           Marine           Bob Debardelaben 

 

Outside White House Ron Wilson

                                   John Polites

                                  James Rutherford

                       

 

Procession-Fred Reimers

                   Bob Gill

                   Dennis Choplin

                   Andy Mills  (Navy Band) Drums

 

Arlington

Monty Wagner Arlington Memorial Bridge

AC3 Kenneth L Freeman

Daniel Boyette Guard after burial

Richard Brown Guard after burial

 

President Kennedy was so impressed with the Irish Cadet Drill Team that he saw during his visit to Ireland, he requested that a fill be made of the drill and sent to the White House for possible use in the US Armed Forces. The Cadets making this film for the President the 37th Class of Cadets- found themselves performing The Queen Anne's Drill at the foot of the President's grave in Arlington. They became known as The Kennedy Cadets or the Kennedy Class

 

Irish Cadets

Cyril Mattimoe

Lt Col Frank Cololough OIC

Peter McMahon

Martin Coughlan

Jack O'Dwyer

Jim Sreenan

Hugh O'Donnell

Michael McGrath

Jim Dunne

Malechy Hanley

Richard Heaslip

Brian O'Reilly

Joe Ahern

Tom Hickey

Leo Quinlan

Felix O'Callahan

Eoin Maloney

Ken Byrne

Don Brennock

Dan Rea

Michael O'Gorman

 

Timothy F, Reid Planned the ceremony  but was not allowed to be involved to to a statement he made that was misunderstood by the wife of Major General Ted Clifton

Ken Pond was assigned to the Kennedy Family at the Capitol.

 

Escort Commander Major General Philip C.Wehle Commander of the Military District of Washington

Commander of Troops Lt Col Richard E.Cross First Battle Group of 3rd Infantry

 

Funeral Music

 

At the Capitol

10:48 a.m.- The coffin is placed on the caisson at Capitol Plaza as the Coast Guard Academy Band played "Ruffles and Flourishes" four times, "Hail to the Chief," and the hymn, "O God of Loveliness."

11 a.m. - The cortege clears Capitol Plaza and joins military units at Constitution avenue as the funeral procession begins. Three service bands marched in the following order: the Marine Band; the Navy Band; the Air Force Band. Each organization had an approved repertory of three pieces which were played during the 35-minute march as seemed appropriate. Marine Band selections were: "Our Fallen Heroes," "Holy, Holy, Holy," and "The Vanished Army"; Navy Band selections were the Beethoven "Funeral March," the R. B. Hall "Funeral March," and "Onward Christian Soldiers”; Air Force Band selections were the Chopin “Funeral March,” the hymn, “Vigor in Arduis” (Hymn to the Holy Name), and “America the Beautiful.”

At the White House

11:35 a.m.: The cortege arrives at the White House. The Naval Academy Catholic Choir sang three selections at the north portico: "Above the Hills of Time the Cross Is Gleaming" (Londonderry Air) "Eternal Father, Strong to Save," and "Dona Nobis Pacem."

11:40 a.m.: The cortege leaves the White House for St. Matthew’ s Cathedral. The music was provided by nine pipers from the Black Watch of the Royal Highlanders Regiment, who played "The Brown Haired Maiden," "The Badge of Scotland," "The 51st Highland Division,” and "The Barren Rocks of Aden."

12:08 p.m.: The cortege arrives at the cathedral. The Army Band plays “Ruffles and Flourishes” four times, “Hail to the Chief," and the hymn "Pray for the Dead."

At the Cathedral

12:13 p.m.: The bronze doors of the cathedral close and the requiem mass commences. The choral music during the mass was sung by the St. Matthew's Choir, Eugene Stewart, organist and choirmaster, the tenor soloist was Luigi Vena. The program was as follows: "Subvenite" (choir); "Pie Jesu," Leybach (tenor solo), "Ave Maria," Schubert (tenor solo); “In Manus Tuus,” Novello (tenor solo); “Sanctus and Benedictus,” Perosi (choir). Mr. Stewart conducted the Perosi "Sanctus and Benedictus;" the Gregorian "Subvenite" and the "In Paradisum" were led by James Walsh.

1:15 p.m.: The bronze doors of the cathedral open as the requiem mass is concluded. As the coffin was replaced on the caisson, the Army Band played "Ruffles and Flourishes" four times, "Hail to the Chief," and the hymn "Holy God, We Praise Thy Name."

1:30 p.m.: The funeral procession to Arlington National Cemetery begins. The music used was the same as that for the march from the Capitol to the White House, with the service bands proceeding in the same order.

At the Cemetery

2:43 p.m.: The cortege arrives at Arlington National Cemetery. The Marine Band played "Ruffles and Flourishes" four times and then "The Star Spangled Banner." As the coffin was moved from the caisson to the burial site, the Air Force Pipers played "Mist Covered Mountain."

3:08 p.m.: Following the 21-gun salute and the three artillery volleys, "Taps" was played by Army bugler Sgt. Keith Clark.

3:13 p.m.: During the closing flag-folding ceremony the Marine Band played the hymn, "Eternal Father, Strong to Save."  JFK Library

 

Schedule Of Events

November 22

 

6:05 pm Air Force 1 lands at Andrews Air Force Base

6:35 pm Arrival at Bethesda Naval Hospital

 

November 23

 

4:30 pm Ambulance Bearing the President's body arrives at North Portico gate,bringing the President home for the last time

4:40 pm Mrs Kennedy buries face in American Flag

10:00 am East Room Mass for family and friends

 

November 24

12:34 pm Mrs Kennedy and AG Robert F.Kennedy enter East Room

12:37 pm Mrs.Kennedy puts letters in coffin

1:08 pm Caisson leaves White House for US Capitol

1:52 pm  Hail to the Chief and Navy Hymn

2:02 pm Mike Mansfield Eulogy

2:17 pm Mrs Kennedy and Caroline kneel by catafalque

2:45 pm Mrs Kennedy asks for eternal flame

9:04 pm Mrs Kennedy and Robert Kennedy revisit Rotunda

 

November 25

2:03 am Line on Hill 3 miles long

8:25 am The police cut off the line of persons waiting to view the coffin in the Rotunda of the Capitol

9:00 am Bronze doors of the Capitol closed,end lying in state, 250,000 have filed past

9:05 am Last visitors pass by coffin

10:25 am Mrs. John F. Kennedy accompanied by Attorney General Robert Kennedy and Edward Kennedy,leave White House by limousine

10:39 am Mrs. Kennedy and brothers-in-law enter Capitol Rotunda

10:40 am 3 Kennedy's kneel in Rotunda

10:43 am Military bearers lift coffin from catafalque and carry it to hprse drawn caisson of funeral cortege

10:48 am Coffin is placed on caisson

10:50 am Cortege escorting caisson begins departure from Capitol Plaza

10:59 am Caisson leaves Capitol Hill

11:00 am Cortege joins Military Unit at Constition

11:09 am "America The Beautiful"   Air Force Band

11:35 am Mrs. Kennedy leads procession on foot to St Matthews Cathedral

11:57 am Caisson halted at Cathedral

12:08 pm Coffin carried to Cathedral Porch

12:14 pm Coffin enters St.Matthews

12:15 pm Coffin moved up Cathedral aisle

1:05 pm   Cushing: May the angels dear Jack

1:15 pm Cathedral service concludes

1:21 pm John Jr salutes father's coffin

1:30 pm Funeral Motorcade leaves St Matthews

2:54 pm Air Force 1 flies over grave site and dips its wings in salute

              Irish Cadets perform Queen Anne's Drill

              21 Gun Slaute

3:07 pm Broken Taps

3:15 pm Mrs. Kennedy lights eternal Flame

3:34 pm The Coffin is lowered into the earth

Midnight Mrs, Kennedy places bouquet by flame

 

Requiem Mass St Matthews Cathedral  By Philip M. Hannon

 

Mrs. Kennedy and children,beloved mother and members of the family, the President of the United States, your majesties, and distinguished heads of government, representatives of the distinguished edge of state, your eminence Cardinal Cushing, your Excellency, the most Rev. representative of the holy father, your Excellency the Archbishop and bishops,Monsignor Cartwright,your excellencies,the ambassadors, the speaker of the House, distinguished members of the judiciary, the Congress, the Government, and distinguished friends of Pres. John Fitzgerald Kennedy:
  It was thought that the most appropriate commemoration of this heartbreaking event would be the expression of Pres. John Fitzgerald Kennedy's ideals and sources of inspiration in his own words.
  President John Kennedy was fond of quoting the Bible. At the last danger of his life in Houston Texas, last Thursday night he applied to a friend as it should be applied to him this combination of passages from the Proverbs and the prophecy of Joel:

 ""Your old yeah men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions, and where there is no vision the people perish."
 And to those who shared his vision in this land and abroad he had said two months ago to the United Nations:
"let us complete what we have started, for as the Scriptures tell us, no man who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God."
  At this time of sorrow and burden, he would have us remember the passages from Joshua and Isaiah he had used in accepting the presidential nomination:
  "be strong and of good courage. Be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed. They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles. They shall run and not be wary."
  Finally, in his last hours, Pres. Kennedy had prepared these words for Dallas and for the nation:
"The righteousness of our callers must always underlie our strength, for as was written long ago, except the Lord guard the city, the guard watches in vain."
  The following is one of his favorite passages from the Scripture, from the book of Ecclesiastes, the third chapter:
"There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens.
"A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to tear down, and a time to build.
"A time to weep, and a time to laugh. A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
"A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them. A time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.
"A time to seek, and a time to lose. In time to keep, a time to cast away.
"A time to rend, and a time to sew. A time to be silent, and a time to speak.
"A time to love, and a time to hate. A time of war, and a time of peace. "
 And now is the final expression of his ideals and aspirations –{excerpts from}
 his inaugural address:
"We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom – symbolizing any end as well as a beginning – signifying renewal as well as change.
  "Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friends and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans – born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by hard and bitter peace, proud of their ancient heritage – and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, into which we are committed today at home and around the world.
 "Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
 "Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah –"to undo the heavy burdens… And let the oppose go free"
"All this will not be finished in the first 100 days, nor will it be finished in the first 1000 days, nor in the life of this Administration, not even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet.
 "But let us begin.
"In your hands, my fellow citizens, more than mine, will rest the final success or failure of our course.
"Sensed his country was founded, each generation of Americans has been summoned to give testimony to its national loyalty.
"The graves of young Americans who answered the call to service surround the globe. Now the trumpet summons summons us again – not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need not as a call to battle, though embattled we are – but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle year in and year out, rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation – a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease and war itself.
"In the long history of the world called in a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger.
"I do not shrink from this responsibility – I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation.
"The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it – and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.
"And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.
"With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own."

Requiem mass St. Matthews Cathedral


 

Cardinal Cushing Prayer at Grave

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Let us Pray.

O God,through whose mercy the souls of the faithful find rest,be pleased to bless this grave and Thy holy angels to keep it....the body we bury herein,that of our beloved Jack Kennedy,the 35th President of the United States,that his soul may rejoice in Thee with all the saints,through Christ our Lord, Amen

 I am the resurrection and the life,Blessed be the Lord God of Israel because He hath visited and wrought redemption to His people and had raised up a horn of salvation to us in the House of David, His servant,as He {spoke through} His holy prophets of old from the beginning.Salvation from our enimies and from the hand of all who hate us. Show mercy to our fathers and to remember His holy covenants.

 The oath which He swore to Abraham our father that he would grant unto us,that being delivered from the hand of our enemies we nay serve Him without fear. Holiness and justice before Him all our days, Thy child shall be called the prophet of the Most High for thou shalt go before the face of the Lord to prepare his way.

 To give knowledge of salvation to his people unto the remission of their sins. Because of the mercy of God in which the,,,,from on high has visited us.

  To enlighten them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death to direct out feet to the way of peace.

  Eternal rest grant to him O Lord,and let perpetual light shine upon him.

  I am the resurrection and the life. He who believeth  in Me,although he be dead ,shall live,and everyone who liveth and belueveth in Me,shall not die forever

Lord have mercy on us.Christ have mercy on us.God have mercy on us

 Our Father,Who art in heaven hallowed be Thy name.Thy kingdom come.Thy will be done on earth,as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.And lead us not into temptation,but deliver us from evil. Amen
 From the gates of hell,deliver his soul,O Lord,that he may rest in peace.Amen.
O Lord,hear my prayer and let my cry come unto Thee.
The Lord be with you and with thy spirit. Let us pray:
Grant, Oh Lord, this mercy to Thy servant departed, that he who is in his desires did Thy Will may not receive the punishment of any misdeeds, and that as through faith that joined him to the company of the faithful here below, By mercy may make the companion of the holy angels in heaven, through Christ our Lord. Amen


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Posted 17 December 2014 - 09:30 PM

Again..thank you for your research Michelle.........appreciated...take care..best b



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Posted 21 December 2014 - 11:31 AM

A Few Stories From Those Who Served

 

Marine Lt William F.Lee Death Watch Commander:His second watch was the hardest, Lee said. During a small family Mass, Jacqueline Kennedy sat right in front of him. Afterward, as the room cleared out and she walked away from the casket, Lee let his eyes click to the right.
“She turned around and looked back at the casket,” Lee recalls. “It was the most forlorn look I’ve ever seen in my life.”
 

Lt Lee Remember's the President :Once, Lee said, as Kennedy was making his rounds at an event, the president walked past the nearly 6-foot-3, 190-pound Marine and did a quick double-take.

“All of a sudden, he looks me right in the eye, [with] kind of a half smile,” Lee said. “It was a look that said, ‘Are you still here?’”

 

On another occasion, Lee said, the president and Jackie Kennedy were attending a formal dinner before the opening of the National Gallery of Art. Lee watched “a little elevator man in a brown suit with gold piping” make sure the elevator was functioning properly before the Kennedys arrived.

The elevator worked perfectly — until the big moment came.

The Kennedys “came down and stood directly in front of me,” Lee said. “We get in the elevator, the little man pushes the button, and the elevator won’t go.”

They all stood waiting until “Jackie says, ‘Jack, let’s just go up the stairs.’ The president says, ‘No, let’s give it a minute.’ We all stood there silently. And finally, he said, ‘OK, let’s go.’”

And then, Lee said, Kennedy turned to him and said, “Don’t worry. I make all the big decisions.”

Tom Franus:Franus recalled an incident at the White House when the Honor Guard arrived on a rainy day. Their commanding officer had them remove their raincoats, but told them to leave the plastic covers on their hats.

"Mrs. Kennedy came out and saw us. She asked if we could take off the plastic hat covers because they didn't look very good. We asked the officer and, of course, we took off the plastic covers," Franus said.

Captain Kenneth Pond: "About 11 a.m. there was a private service for him in the Capitol.

"On that day I was given the responsibility of taking care of the Kennedy family and getting the president [Lyndon Baines Johnson] out to lay a wreath," he said.

When Jacqueline Kennedy arrived, Pond said, she asked him to remove the slain president's son, "John-John," who was just one day shy of his third birthday.

"And then she stopped me and told me, 'No, let's see how long he can last, and we will remove him if he gets restless.'

"Well, during [Speaker of the House John W.] McCormack's eulogy, John-John began to fly airplanes [soaring his hand through the air]. I looked at Mrs. Kennedy, and she looked at me and acknowledged for me to take him.
"I started out with him and I had a startling thing happen. Realizing I had the son of the slain president, I was not going to give him up to someone I didn't know. But the Secret Service was not going to let me go anywhere with him. Fortuitously, as I took about four steps, I clearly recognized a Secret Service agent that I knew and turned John-John over to him," ending the standoff.

Pond vividly remembers the demeanors of the Kennedy family members that morning. "Mrs. Kennedy was very, very quiet and stable. ... The saddest thing I witnessed was Bobby Kennedy, whose expression never changed, but there was a pool of water -- literally a pool of water -- at his feet. He never took a handkerchief to his face, but the tears just continually streamed down," Pond said.
When the procession reached St. Matthew's Cathedral, the casket team bore the fallen president to the front of the church. "They stepped back, and the cardinal conducted the high mass. We all remained outside," Pond said.

"We stood there for the hour or so that it took for the mass, and then the casket was ceremonially brought out of the church, and that is where John-John did the famous salute of his father," the picture of which has become for some the defining image of that day.

Pete Holder (Flag Bearer) Holder was carrying the colors at that moment, and had noticed John-John standing with his mother. "I turned the color team right straight into him, and I saw when he started to salute"

 

Tom Griffin- -“Jack Kennedy was a cool-breeze kind of guy,” he said. “He was very nice. He was not at all acting like a commander-in-chief. He would be very good to us. When we were at Camp David, he would allow us to have a fair amount of leeway. For example, he was a religious man. He would have church every Sunday morning at his pavilion. He would allow the troops to attend with the family. I always thought he was very gracious.”

 

Norman McHale- (At Camp David)  “You’re supposed to stay in the blind and be inconspicuous, so the president felt like he was alone,” McHale explained. “But one time I had moved out of the blind. President Kennedy sneaked up from behind and caught me by surprise. He kind of grabbed my shoulder and said ‘Gotcha, Marine!’”

The president and McHale exchanged some small talk.

 

Hubert Clark :Hubert Clark-"We went down the aisle of St. Matthew's Cathedral to leave and when Cardinal Cushing walked to the foot of the casket and blessed the casket with the incense used during Benediction, tears began streaming down my face from the potent fragrance. In fact, one of the woman in attendance commented that 'this Navy guy is crying.'"

Fred Reimers:Reimers recalled the time when John-John dropped a heavy toy on his foot while he was standing at attention.

Whatever he dropped, he dropped right on my left toe, and it put a crease in my shoe, Reimers said. "It took me a long time to shine that out to get it back to billiard-ball look. That was my John-John crease."

 

 The president was dressed for burial in his favorite blue suit, with a white shirt and solid blue tie.

. He was dressed back into a blue suit, in which most official photographs portray him, and a silk shirt with the initials JFK embroidered on the sleeves. They were fold-back (cuffed) sleeves.” Samuel Bird

 

Photos :

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The President is escorted through the North Portico Gate by  Marine Lt William F. Lee OIC,PFC Edward McCloskey,John Norris,Carl Port,Larry Ulrich,Niles Nowask,Ernest Murphy,Marty Martynski,John Cunningham,Dennis Lord,Woodley Timberlake.

 

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Mr John Cunningham

 

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Marine Lt William F.Lee -Front Left East Room White House

 

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William F. Lee

 

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Jerry Diamond (pallbearer) with his photo,he is fourth on the right

 

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The President enters the East Room with Mrs. Kennedy following behind  Richard E, Guardeau is center on the right, Lt. Samuel Bird has his back to Mrs. Kennedy

 

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Douglas Mayfield (Pallbearer) second from left)

 

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Mr Mayfield shows his position

 

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Mr. Douglas Mayfield holding photo of himself and the other pallbearers marching behind caisson when it is going to move.

 

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Mr. Hubert Clark 5th on the Left


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Posted 21 December 2014 - 01:13 PM

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Mr.Clark second back on the right and Richard E.Guardeau on the right between the sailor and Marine holds the flag above the President's coffin-Arlington National Cemetery

 

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Mr. Hubert Clark

 

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Mr Franus shows where he was outside St Matthews Cathedral

 

 

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Mr Timothy Cheek -Left Front, Jerry Diamond -right rear  and Hal Moffitt color guard

 

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As they carry the President from the East Room Timothy Cheek is on the left  and Francis Herick is standing on the left though they never met until years later

 

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Mr George Perrault  shows where he was in the Capitol

 

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Posted 21 December 2014 - 02:18 PM

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Mr.Charles B Wade

 

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Tom Setterberg on Big Boy front Left also seen  James P Stimson and Charles B. Wade- Black Jack and Arthur Carlson

 

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Arthur Carlson with Black Jack

 

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The Irish Cadets waiting at grave side in Arlington

 

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Former Cadet Jim Sreenan

 

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Peter McManon and Hugh O'Donnell


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Posted 21 December 2014 - 04:00 PM

Irish Cadets Return to Arlington 50 years later

 

 

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The Former Cadets  At Arlington November 2013 Unfortunately I can't find a photo with the names as they stand here but John Dunne is in front of the wreath Richard Heaslip is on Dune's right and others who came were Col B. O’Reilly (retd,) Lt Col J Ahern (retd),Capt T. Hickey (retd),Comdt L. Quinlan (retd),Lt Col P. McMahon (retd),

Lt Col P. McMahon (retd),Comdt H. O’Donnell (retd),Capt F. O’Callaghan (retd),Col E. Moloney (retd),Col W. Nott (retd)

 

Keith Clark November 11 1963 and November 25 1963

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Richard Lipsy  in middle of the photo

 

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Richard Lipsey salutes as Princess Grace brings a floral tribute to the President's grave


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Posted 26 December 2014 - 02:06 PM

Article Written in November 1963 for the New York Herald Tribune by Jimmy Breslin

 

Digging JFK Grave Was His Honor

 

Washington-Clifton Pollard was pretty sure he was going to be working on Sunday,so when he woke up at 9 a.am.,in his three-room apartment on Corcoran Street,he put on Khaki before going into the kitchen for breakfast. His wife Hettie made bacon and eggs for him.Pollard was in the middle of eating them when he received the call he had been expecting.It was from Mazo Kawalchik,who is the foremen of the gravediggers at Arlington Nationalce metery,which is where Pollard works for a living. "Polly,could you please be here by eleven o'clock this morning?" Kawalchik asked."I guess you know whati t's for." Pollard did. He hung up the phone,finished his breakfast,and left his apartment so he could so he could spend Sunday digging a grave for John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

 

When Pollard got to the row of yellow wooden garages where the cemetery equipment is stored.Kawalchik and John Metzler, the cemetery superintendent, were waiting for him."Sorry to pull you out like this on a Sunday ,"Metzler said."Oh, don't say that,"Pollard said."Why it's an honor for me to be here." Pollard got behind the wheel of a machine called a reverse hoe.Gravedigging is not done with men and shovels at Arlington.The reverse hoe is a green machine with a yellow bucket that scoops the earth toward the operator,not away from it as a crane does. At the bottom of the hill in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier,Pollard started digging.

 

Leaves covered the grass.When the yellow teeth of the reverse hoe first bit into the ground,the leaves make a threshing sound which could be heard above the motor of the machine.When the bucket came up with its first scoop of dirt,Metzler,the cemetery superintendent ,walked over and looked at it."That's nice soil,"Metzler said."I'd like to save a little of it,"Pollard said. "The machine made some tracks in the grass over here and I'd like to sort of fill them in and get some good grass growing there,I'd like to have everything, you know,nice."

 

James Winners,another gravedigger. nodded.He said he would fill a couple of carts with this extra-good soiland take it back to the garage and grow good turf on it. "He was  a good man," Pollard said. "Yes,he was,"Metzler said.'Now they're going to come here and put him in this grave I'm making up," Pollard said."You know it's an honor just for me to do this,"

 

Pollard is 42. He is a slim man with a mustache who was born in Pittsburgh and served as a private in the 352nd Engineers battalion in Burma in World War ll. He is an equipment operator ,grade 10,which means he gets $3.01 an hour. One of the last to serve John Fitzgerald Kennedy,who was the thirty-fifth President of this country,was a working man who earns $3.01 an hour and said it was an honor to dig the grave.

 

Yesterday morning. at 11:15, Jacqueline Kennedy started toward the grave.She came out from under the North Portico of the White House and slowly followed the body of her husband,which was in a flag covered coffin that was strapped with two black leather belts to a black caisson that had polished black axles.She walked straight and her head was high.She walked down the bluestone and blacktop driveway and through the shadows thrown by the branches of seven leafless oak trees. She walked slowly past the sailors who he;d up flags of the states of this country. She walked past silent people who strained to see her and then,seeing her,dropped their heads and put their hands over their eyes.She walked out the northwest gate and into the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue.She walked with tight steps and her head was high and she followed the body of her murdered husband through the streets of Washington.

 

Everybody watched her while she walked.She is the mother of two fatherless children and she was walking into the history of this country because she was showing everybody who felt old and helpless without hope that she had this terrible strength that everybody needed so badly. Even though they killed her husband and his blood ran onto her lap while he died ,she could walk through the streets and to hi grave and help us all while she walked.

 

There was mass,and then the procession to Arlington.When she came up to the grave at the cemetery,the casket already was in place.It was set between brass railings and it was ready to be lowered into the ground.This must be the worst time of all,when a woman sees the coffin with her husband inside and it is in place to buried under the earth.Now she knows that it is forever.Now there is nothing.There is no casket to kiss or hold with your hands,Nothing material to cling to.But she walked up to the burial area and stood in front of a row of six green-covered chairs and she started to sit down,but then she got up quickly and stood straight because she was not going to sit down until the man directing the funeral told her what seat he wanted her to take.

 

The ceremonies began,with jet planes roaring overhead and leaves falling from the sky. On this hill behind the coffin,people prayed aloud.They were cameramen and writers and soldiers and Secret Service men and they were saying prayers out loud and choking.In front of the grave Lyndon Johnson kept his head turned to his right. He is President and he had to remain composed. It was better that he did not look at the casket and grave of John Fitzgerald Kennedy too often. Then it was over.and black limousines rushed under the trees and onto the  boulevard toward the White House."What time is it?" a man standing on the hill was asked.He looked at his watch,"Twenty minutes past three," he said.

 

Clifton Pollard wasn't at the funeral. He was over behind the hill,digging graves for $3.01 an hour in another section of the cemetery,He didn't know who the graves were for. He was just digging them and then covering them with boards,"They'll be used," he said. "We just don't know when. I tried to go over and see the grave ,"he said."But it was so crowded a soldier told me i couldn't get through.So I just stayed here and worked,sir.But I'll get over there later a little bit. Just sort of look around and see how it is,you know. Like I told you it's an honor."

 

What Became of Clifton Pollard

 

 

The backhoe operator who dug not one, but two graves for John F. Kennedy is now himself buried a few hundred feet from the slain president.
Clifton Pollard’s digging of the first grave for Kennedy at Arlington National Cemetery was memorably Jimmy Bresin in his grave digger column, Breslin noted that Pollard earned $3.01 an hour and came in on his day off and considered the task an honor.
When the time neared for the funeral, a soldier ordered Pollard away from the area, saying it was too crowded. Pollard returned later and joined two other cemetery workers in covering the coffin by hand, shovelful by shovelful of the dirt he had dug up that morning. He came back that evening.
“After everyone left, and paid my respects,” he later told a reporter.
On another evening four years later, he was summoned back to the grave, where a daughter and a son of John F. Kennedy’s who had died at birth had since been reburied alongside their father. They now were all to be moved to the new permanent memorial 20 feet away. Sen. Robert F. Kennedy looked on as Pollard began to disinter the president with the backhoe.
''I felt bad,” Pollard later said. “I felt like I was disturbing the president.”
The work commenced in gathering darkness at 6:18 p.m. Sen. Edward Kennedy arrived with Richard Cardinal Cushing at 7:07 p.m. The area was ringed by troops to keep away onlookers and their commander marveled Pollard’s skill, noting he was able to bring the backhoe’s scoop within an inch of the coffin without scratching the lid.  The crane operator proved to be equally skilled as he raised the burial vaults of the son and then the daughter and finally the president, swinging them over to their new resting place.
“Artists,” the commander was heard to say.
By 8:40 p.m., the work was done. Robert Kennedy came over and shook Pollard’s workingman’s hand.
“I’m proud of you,” Kennedy told him.
Fifteen months later, Robert Kennedy was assassinated and buried a few strides from his brother. Pollard was spared digging that grave, but kept digging graves, usually nine or 10 a day, more during the height of the Vietnam War. He would often pause by the Kennedy memorial before heading home to his wife, Hattie Pollard.
In 1980, Pollard suffered a stroke that left him partially paralyzed. He retired and sat at home in his home on one of Washington’s more modest streets with a box of mementos that included a clipping of the famed gravedigger column. He had hanging on the wall by the television a commendation from the Army for his service to the president on that November day in 1963.

Pollard also had on display the text of Kennedy’s inaugural address and its call to “ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your county.” Pollard had gone straight from serving in the Army in World War II to spending more than three decades digging graves in Arlington with quiet care and unwavering dignity. He had demonstrated that person can give full measure to America’s greatness by imparting nobility to a humble task.
And he had already made sure that he and his wife would be buried in Section 31, just a short ways from the Kennedy memorial.   
“We’ll be there, near the president,” he told a reporter.
Twenty-nine years after he dug President Kennedy’s grave, Pollard himself became in need of one. He was 70 years old when he died. He was indeed buried in Section 31, in Grave 728 to be precise. A white tombstone identical to thousands surrounding it was inscribed:
            Clifton
            Leon
            Pollard
            PFC
            US Army
            World War II
      `    Jun 16, 1921   
`          Apr 5, 1992
His wife lived until Nov. 26, 2010, dying at the age of 90.  She was buried beside him. Officials at Arlington said Wednesday that they were unable to say exactly who had dug the gravedigger’s grave.
 
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Posted 28 December 2014 - 11:51 AM

A Death In Emergency Room One By Jimmy Breslin New York Herald Tribune November 24, 1963

 

DALLAS — The call bothered Malcolm Perry. “Dr. Tom Shires, STAT,” the girl’s voice said over the page in the doctor’s cafeteria at Parkland Memorial Hospital. The “STAT” meant emergency. Nobody ever called Tom Shires, the hospital’s chief resident in surgery, for an emergency. And Shires, Perry’s superior, was out of town for the day. Malcolm Perry looked at the salmon croquettes on the plate in front of him. Then he put down his fork and went over to a telephone.

 

“This is Dr. Perry taking Dr. Shires’ page,” he said.

“President Kennedy has been shot. STAT,” the operator said. “They are bringing him into the emergency room now.”

 

Perry hung up and walked quickly out of the cafeteria and down a flight of stairs and pushed through a brown door and a nurse pointed to Emergency Room One, and Dr. Perry walked into it. The room is narrow and has gray tiled walls and a cream-colored ceiling. In the middle of it, on an aluminum hospital cart, the President of the United States had been placed on his back and he was dying while a huge lamp glared in his face.

 

John Kennedy had already been stripped of his jacket, shirt, and T-shirt, and a staff doctor was starting to place a tube called an endotracht down the throat. Oxygen would be forced down the endotracht. Breathing was the first thing to attack. The President was not breathing.

 

Malcolm Perry unbuttoned his dark blue glen-plaid jacket and threw it onto the floor. He held out his hands while the nurse helped him put on gloves.

The President, Perry thought. He’s bigger than I thought he was.

 

He noticed the tall, dark-haired girl in the plum dress that had her husband’s blood all over the front of the skirt. She was standing out of the way, over against the gray tile wall. Her face was tearless and it was set, and it was to stay that way because Jacqueline Kennedy, with a terrible discipline, was not going to take her eyes from her husband’s face.'

 

Then Malcolm Perry stepped up to the aluminum hospital cart and took charge of the hopeless job of trying to keep the thirty-fifth President of the United States from death. And now, the enormousness came over him.

 

Here is the most important man in the world, Perry thought.

 

The chest was not moving. And there was no apparent heartbeat inside. The wound in the throat was small and neat. Blood was running out of it. It was running out too fast. The occipitoparietal, which is a part of the back of the head, had a huge flap. The damage a .25-caliber bullet does as it comes out of a person’s body is unbelievable. Bleeding from the head wound covered the floor.

 

There was a mediastinal wound in connection with the bullet hole in the throat. This means air and blood were being packed together in the chest. Perry called for a scalpel. He was going to start a tracheotomy, which is opening the throat and inserting a tube into the windpipe. The incision had to be made below the bullet wound.

“Get me Doctors Clark, McCelland, and Baxter right away,” Malcolm Perry said.

 

Then he started the tracheotomy. There was no anesthesia. John Kennedy could feel nothing now. The wound in the back of the head told Dr. Perry that the President never knew a thing about it when he was shot, either.

 

While Perry worked on the throat, he said quietly, “Will somebody put a right chest tube in, please.”

 

The tube was to be inserted so it could suction out the blood and air packed in the chest and prevent the lung from collapsing.

These things he was doing took only small minutes, and other doctors and nurses were in the room and talking and moving, but Perry does not remember them. He saw only the throat and chest, shining under the huge lamp, and when he would look up or move his eyes between motions, he would see this plum dress and the terribly disciplined face standing over against the gray tile wall.

 

Just as he finished the tracheotomy, Malcolm Perry looked up and Dr. Kemp Clark, chief neurosurgeon in residency at Parkland, came in through the door. Clark was looking at the President of the United States. Then he looked at Malcolm Perry and the look told Malcolm Perry something he already knew. There was no way to save the patient.

“Would you like to leave, ma’am?” Kemp Clark said to Jacqueline Kennedy. “We can make you more comfortable outside.”

 

Just the lips moved. “No,” Jacqueline Kennedy said.

 

Now, Malcolm Perry’s long fingers ran over the chest under him and he tried to get a heartbeat, and even the suggestion of breathing, and there was nothing. There was only the still body, pale white in the light, and it kept bleeding, and now Malcolm Perry started to call for things and move his hands quickly because it was all running out.

He began to massage the chest. He had to do something to stimulate the heart. There was not time to open the chest and take the heart in his hands, so he had to massage on the surface. The aluminum cart was high. It was too high. Perry was up on his toes so he could have leverage.

 

“Will somebody please get me a stool,” he said.

 

One was placed under him. He sat on it, and for ten minutes he massaged the chest. Over in the corner of the room, Dr. Kemp Clark kept watching the electrocardiogram for some sign that the massaging was creating action in the President’s heart. There was none. Dr. Clark turned his head from the electrocardiogram.

“It’s too late, Mac,” he said to Malcolm Perry.

 

The long fingers stopped massaging and they were lifted from the white chest. Perry got off the stool and stepped back.

 

Dr. M.T. Jenkins, who had been working the oxygen flow, reached down from the head of the aluminum cart. He took the edges of a white sheet in his hands. He pulled the sheet up over the face of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. The IBM clock on the wall said it was 1 p.m. The date was November 22, 1963.

 

Three policemen were moving down the hall outside Emergency Room One now, and they were calling to everybody to get out of the way. But this was not needed, because everybody stepped out of the way automatically when they saw the priest who was behind the police. His name was the Reverend Oscar Huber, a small seventy-year-old man who was walking quickly.

 

Malcolm Perry turned to leave the room as Father Huber came in. Perry remembers seeing the priest go by him. And he remembers his eyes seeing that plum dress and that terribly disciplined face for the last time as he walked out of Emergency Room One and slumped into a chair in the hall.

 

Everything that was inside that room now belonged to Jacqueline Kennedy and Father Oscar Huber and the things in which they believe.

 

“I’m sorry. You have me deepest sympathies,” Father Huber said.

 

“Thank you,” Jacqueline Kennedy said.

 

Father Huber pulled the white sheet down so he could anoint the forehead of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Jacqueline Kennedy was standing beside the priest, her head bowed, he hands clasped across the front of her plum dress that was stained with blood which came from her husband’s head. Now this old priest held up his right hand and he began the chant that Roman Catholic priests have said over their dead for centuries.

 

“Si vivis, ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis. In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, amen.”

 

The prayer said, “If you are living, I absolve you from your sins. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost, amen.”

 

The priest reached into his pocket and took out a small vial of holy oil. He put the oil on his right thumb and made a cross on President Kennedy’s forehead. Then he blessed the body again and started to pray quietly.

 

“Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord,” Father Huber said.

 

“And let perpetual light shine upon him,” Jacqueline Kennedy answered. She did not cry.

 

Father Huber prayed like this for fifteen minutes. And for fifteen minutes Jacqueline Kennedy kept praying aloud with him. Her voice did not waver. She did not cry. From the moment a bullet hit her husband in the head and he went down onto his face in the back of the car on the street in Dallas, there was something about this woman that everybody who saw her keeps talking about. She was in shock. But somewhere, down under that shock some place, she seemed to know that there is a way to act when the President of the United States has been assassinated. She was going to act that way, and the fact that the President was her husband only made it more important that she stand and look at him and not cry.

When he was finished praying, Father Huber turned and took her hand. “I am shocked,” he said.

“Thank you for taking care of the President,” Jacqueline Kennedy said.

 

“I am convinced that his soul had not left his body,” Father Huber said. “This was a valid last sacrament.”

 

“Thank you,” she said.

 

Then he left. He had been eating lunch at his rectory at Holy Trinity Church when he heard the news. He had an assistant drive to the hospital immediately. After that, everything happened quickly and he did not feel anything until later. He sat behind his desk in the rectory, and the magnitude of what had happened came over him.

 

“I’ve been a priest for thirty-two years,” Father Huber said. “The first time I was present at a death? A long time ago. Back in my home in Perryville, Missouri, I attended a lady who was dying of pneumonia. She was in her own bed. But I remember that. But this. This is different. Oh, it isn’t the blood. You see, I’ve anointed so many. Accident victims. I anointed once a boy who was only in pieces. No, it wasn’t the blood. It was the enormity of it. I’m just starting to realize it now.”

 

Then Father Huber showed you to the door. He was going to say prayers.

 

It came the same way to Malcolm Perry. When the day was through, he drove to his home in the Walnut Hills section. When he walked into the house, his daughter, Jolene, six and a half, ran up to him. She had papers from school in her hand.

 

“Look what I did today in school, Daddy,” she said.

 

She made her father sit down in a chair and look at her schoolwork. The papers were covered with block letters and numbers. Perry looked at them. He thought they were good. He said so, and his daughter chattered happily. Malcolm, his three-year-old son, ran into the room after him, and Perry started to reach for him.

Then it hit him. He dropped the papers with the block numbers and letters and he did not notice his son.

 

“I’m tired,” he said to his wife, Jennine. “I’ve never been tired like this in my life.”

 

Tired is the only way one felt in Dallas yesterday. Tired and confused and wondering why it was that everything looked so different. This was a bright Texas day with a snap to the air, and there were cars on the streets and people on the sidewalks. But everything seemed unreal.

 

At 10 a.m. we dodged cars and went out and stood in the middle lane of Elm Street, just before the second street light; right where the road goes down and, twenty yards further, starts to turn to go under the overpass. It was right at this spot, right where this long crack ran through the gray Texas asphalt, that the bullets reached President Kennedy’s car.

 

Right up the little hill, and towering over you, was the building. Once it was dull red brick. But that was a long time ago when it housed the J.W. Deere Plow Company. It has been sandblasted since and now the bricks are a light rust color. The windows on the first three floors are covered by closed venetian blinds, but the windows on the other floors are bare. Bare and dust-streaked and high. Factory-window high. The ugly kind of factory window. Particularly at the corner window on the sixth floor, the one where this Oswald and his scrambled egg of a mind stood with the rifle so he could kill the President.

 

You stood and memorized the spot. It is just another roadway in a city, but now it joins Ford’s Theatre in the history of this nation.

 

“R.L. Thornton Freeway. Keep Right,” the sign said. “Stemmons Freeway. Keep Right,” another sign said. You went back between the cars and stood on a grassy hill which overlooks the road. A red convertible turned onto Elm Street and went down the hill. It went past the spot with the crack in the asphalt and then, with every foot it went, you could see that it was getting out of range of the sixth-floor window of this rust-brick building behind you. A couple of yards. That’s all John Kennedy needed on this road Friday.

 

But he did not get them. So when a little bit after 1 o’clock Friday afternoon the phone rang in the Oneal Funeral Home, 3206 Oak Lawn, Vernon B. Oneal answered.

 

The voice on the other end spoke quickly. “This is the Secret Service calling from Parkland Hospital,” it said. “Please select the best casket in your house and put it in a general coach and arrange for a police escort and bring it here to the hospital as quickly as you humanly can. It is for the President of the United States. Thank you.”

The voice went off the phone. Oneal called for Ray Gleason, his bookkeeper, and a workman to help him take a solid bronze casket out of the place and load it onto a hearse. It was for John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

 

Yesterday, Oneal left his shop early. He said he was too tired to work.

 

Malcolm Perry was at the hospital. He had on a blue suit and a dark blue striped tie and he sat in a big conference room and looked out the window. He is a tall, reddish-haired thirty-four-year-old, who understands that everything he saw or heard on Friday is a part of history, and he is trying to get down, for the record, everything he knows about the death of the thirty-fifth President of the United States.

 

“I never saw a President before,” he said.



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Posted 07 January 2015 - 06:33 PM

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Jesse Sharp with a photo of himself on guard in East Room of White House

 

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The Flag that covered President Kennedy's casket-Presented to Mrs. Kennedy at Arlington (now at JFK Library)

 

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The place where the coffin had sat after it's departure-Mrs Kennedy had to prepare it for vistiors

 

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Air Force One dips its wings in salute to President Kennedy -Arlington

 

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The East Room


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