Tuesday, November 19, 2013


The beat of those sad cadence of drums for me are a life time forget me not.
Day after day, year upon year, now 50 years on.

So you see what is left in my “NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET” photos.

NOW BACK IN TIME TO: November 22nd 1963...
My brother, sister and I are all at home this day quarantined with the mumps
and under the care of our Grandmother.
For my Mother is in the hospital waiting to give birth to our youngest brother.
It was around 11:30 AM Calgary time and we were watching a TV Show called Romper Room.
Miss Doobee (the main character), was just about to use her Magic Mirror which was her custom, just before she went to a commercial break.
After the commercial break the mirrors back would drop and Miss Doobee’s face would magically re-appear in side it.
At which time she would then mention all the kids names, who were having their birthdays that day. (she never did mention mine?)

This time when they cut back from commercial, Miss Doobee did re-appear on our RCA black and white TV set.
But minus the Magic Mirror and with a very strange look on her face?
Miss Doobee then began crying and blurted out “I’m sorry children as the President was shot!”
What the heck is this??

Now the picture went to the Indian Head test pattern screen that my brother
and I watched patiently every morning, for the TV broadcast to start that day.
My brother and I, at this time just sorta looked at each other????
As this was truly strange for an adult cry, but especially for Miss Doobee, who seemed so friendly and stoic, not at all like our mother for the last 9 months who due to her pregnancy cried all the time it seemed.
CBC news then came on and they in turn, switched to a new TV station called CBS and some guy named Walter Cronkite?
Both the man and the TV network we did not know, as Calgary Canada at that time only had 2 TV networks, CFAC/CBC and CTV.

I was riveted for the next 4 days and that night when my Dad came home from his work.
I noticed that he was a little dejected, as if some had happened but I dare not ask why?
My brother and I watched it all, on through to the funeral that Monday.
We were so impressed with the formalities, that we found a large toy to use as
a make shift coffin and then did our own re-enactment of JFK's funeral, drums and all.
This of course only horrified our very Anglican Grandmother, who in turn threatened us with a spanking, if we did not stop our dis-respectful funeral game!!!

President John F. Kennedy's assassination has stayed in my memory all my life.
As the muffled drums, I can still hear, to this day...


Written by Sir Richard...

JFK Quote:
This is an extraordinary country. George Bernard Shaw, speaking as an Irishman, summed up an approach to life: Other people, he said "see things and . . . say 'Why?' . . . But I dream things that never were-- and I say: 'Why not?'"

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