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  Forty-Four Years Ago
by Walt Hardester
Friday, November 23, 2007
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November Twenty-Second always brings a somber memory for me.
Photo: Walter Cronkite

Doesnít seem itís been that long
We lost a leader so young and strong.
How could we know that morning clear,
The day would end with many a tear.
Along a pre-planned route they came,
Amongst the books the one took aim.
One or more it matters not,
This was the end of ďCamelot.Ē
With a tear in his eye the reporter said,
President Kennedy has been shot dead.


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Reviewed by Randall Barfield 12/1/2007
Wasn't it terrible? In Georgia many kids cheered for they'd learned that attitude from their horrible parents.
Reviewed by Rose Rideout 11/27/2007
I too remember that day very well walt, he will never be forgotten. Thank you for the memory.

Newfie hugs, Rose
Reviewed by stan nassano 11/25/2007
this opens a flood gate of memories Walt,a very moving write,
Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER 11/25/2007
You have washed deep emotions over many with this memory Walt!
wonderful write! Bless you! Jasmin Horst
Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G 11/25/2007
Wow! You bring back some sad and happy memories Walt Sweetie!
Most wonderfully written write!
His memories will live on in each of us!
Warm hugs and Warmer love, Warrior Lady Sheeeooxoo

STay Positive!
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 11/25/2007
I can remember vividly where I was that day the news came. I immediately hid under my chair at school and was worried that we would be bombed now that our president was dead.
It was a scary time in history, and a very sad day indeed.
Peace, Love, and Light,

Amber "V"
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 11/25/2007
One of many very dark days in American History that many will never forget.
Reviewed by William Bonilla 11/24/2007
Outstanding write walt
Peace Be with you

Reviewed by Theresa Koch 11/24/2007
I remember this moment in time~`*
Reviewed by Joyce Bowling 11/24/2007
Oh I remember the days of Walter Cronkite well, I grew up with him...each night when he reported the news...we children were dared to utter a word as my papaw and mamaw watched from the small black and white television that graced the top of the refrigerator in their little mom and pop country store...usually most of my aunts and uncles as well as mom were all gathered round listening to find out what was going in the outside world...we truly lost an American icon when Walter Cronkite passed away...well done dear friend!
Blessings & Happy Holidays,
Joyce B.
Reviewed by Barbara Smith 11/24/2007
Walt, I'll bet 90% of the people in America can remember exactly where they were that day & what they were doing. This is an excellent write...but still, a dark day in history. A great write Walt.
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) 11/24/2007
Excellent writing dear man,have a wonderful day...Hugssssss
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 11/24/2007
I wrote a trilogy where the first book is "1963, Dallas, The Man on the Grassy Knoll", when Camelot's dream died and did our innocence.
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 11/23/2007
You are right, it just does not seem all that long ago. We were sent home from school early that day and all I can remember is passing people and shop keepers and every person I walked passed was either crying, praying or shaking their heads. Everything stopped and closed. The day my dad lost his job because he was commissioned to do work at the White House which also stopped ...

Be safe,
Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten 11/23/2007
I too remember it well...even though I was only five!:) (tee-hee) was the faces of my teacher and my parents that day, that even a child's innocence became insecure and shattered into some other world...
Walter Cronkite is a legend of our times!
Fantastic write, Walt!

Love and Peace~
Reviewed by Felix Perry 11/23/2007
Yes it will always even as a Canadian be one of the dark days of history.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 11/23/2007
very sobering memory-
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 11/23/2007
I was four years old the day President Kennedy was shot. It is my first memory: I remember asking Mom, "Why?" She said, "There are bad people in this world." I also remember Walter Cronkite telling the world, with tears in his eyes and voice, that the "President died at 1:55 P.M." (I think--it was 44 years ago...geez, does that make me feel old.) Haunting...and an excellent write, Walter.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Susan de Vegter 11/23/2007
Walter would bring over his boat and tie up in Thunderbolt Marina to enjoy good seafood. He leaves many friends there in Savannah and Hilton Head.
Reviewed by Kathy Armijo 11/23/2007
My father died that same year, along with Pope John XXIII, the President, and our Archbishop. My Dad had good company, but all [with their death] dimmed the light in this young girl's eyes.

God bless you. Kathy
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 11/23/2007
Seems like yesterday......I remember that day so vividly!!

Love Tinks
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader) 11/23/2007
A life time ago but I remember being in class when the priest came in to tell our nun. Lady J
Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill 11/23/2007
My Dad in Germany still has the original newspaper from that day. Though I was just a molecule then, as a child I remember being mesmorized by the story. Dad let me carefully read the paper and then tucked it away again.
Great write, Walt.
Sad - as many things in history just are!
Reviewed by larry linville 11/23/2007
oh, yes. I came out of the college class and heard that the President had been shot. I went to the campus ministry house and waiting in front of the TV. Something us "old" people will never forget.


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