Today the Femmes welcome Lesa Holstine as a guest-blogger. An Indiana library administrator, Lesa is the author of the "Mystery" chapter in Genreflecting: A Guide to Popular Reading Interests. Lesa's Book Critiques is her blog, where she discusses books and authors, emphasizing mysteries. A contributing book reviewer for Library Journal, Mystery Readers Journal, and ReadertoReader.com, she was the winner of the 2009 and 2010 Spinetingler Awards for Best Reviewer.
For those of us of a certain age, November 22 marks the anniversary of the greatest mystery of our lifetime. Who was behind the assassination of President John F. Kennedy? Most people are sure Lee Harvey Oswald was the lone assassin. Others, like my late husband, are convinced we never knew the whole story about the assassination. Fifty years later, the story still plays out on television and in the numerous books on the subject.
It seems everyone from Stephen King to Bill O'Reilly has a Kennedy book. If you're a Kennedy buff, a conspiracy theorist, or a librarian, you've seen all kinds of books in the last couple years leading up to the anniversary. As a public librarian, I'm guessing the most popular nonfiction topics in the U.S. are the Civil War, Abraham Lincoln, World War II, and John F. Kennedy. We're fascinated by tragedy on a grand scale. And, assassinations that affect the entire country certainly are on a grand scale.
I know we don't have every book, but there are ninety-five nonfiction entries under "Kennedy, John F. (John Fitzgerald), 1917-1963-Assassination" in the online catalog at the library where I work. There are books that theorize that LBJ, J. Edgar Hoover, the mob, or the CIA were involved in the shooting, including some ideas so strange that maybe the books should be fiction. There are also some fascinating compilations such as LIFE The Day Kennedy Died: Fifty Years Later: LIFE Remembers the Man and the Moment by The Editors of LIFE or The Kennedy Years From the Pages of The New York Times, Richard Reeves, General Editor.
Looking for fiction? The biggest one (in more ways than one) is Stephen King's 11/22/63. Jim Lehrer's latest book is Top Down, a novel about a journalist and a Secret Service agent. Don DeLillo's 1991 novel, Libra, is still well-known. Even Columbo was brought into the assassination arena in a 1993 novel, Columbo: The Grassy Knoll by William Harrington. And, I have to say, my husband would have loved all the theories and books. He would have read every one of them.
I'm one of the youngest people who still remember November 22, 1963 fifty years later. I was six. We know where we were when we heard President John F. Kennedy was shot. For me, the memory that lingers came later. I was home with chicken pox the day of the funeral. I remember the sound of those drums. The echo of those drums over the years still symbolize the tragedy of a nation.
"Black Friday" is the day after Thanksgiving, a shopping day. For many of us who remember, the first black Friday in American history was November 22, 1963. Do you remember where you were?
I was a week from being 6 Lesa, in first grade & at school the day President Kennedy was shot. I remember seeing my teacher & the other teachers crying, then the principal came over the loud speaker telling us we had to go home as our President had been shot. That walk home seemed so long & scary but my mom met me before I got very far.
It was the first time I'd ever seen her grieve & I think that stuck with me more than anything. I recall sitting on our sofa with her, watching the funeral. Such a sad time & a sad memory.
I have a dear friend whose cousin is the law officer who was handcuffed to Lee Harvey Oswald when Jack Ruby shot him. I too like to watch the films, read the books & keep up with the information about this event that forever changed our country.
Posted by: KayM | November 22, 2013 at 05:32 AM
Great post, Lesa. I was the last one out of the locker room after PE (some things never change.) I remember indistinct sound coming though the PA system as I made my way to lunch, not registering the empty school grounds. It wasn’t until I stepped inside the cafeteria that I began to grasp something very bad had happened. Dim lights, everyone stunned or crying, someone whispering “The President’s been shot.” My mother was at home on the phone with a friend when her friend’s neighbor broke in to share the news (there were “party lines” in those days.) I have a vivid memory of sitting in front of the TV and seeing Jack Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald. Fifty years ago, so unlike today, momentous world events didn’t happen in “real time” on your television screen. It was the end of innocence, an innocence our children have unfortunately never known.
Posted by: Roni | November 22, 2013 at 06:02 AM
Lesa, my experience was similar to yours. I was in school, where our class was working on a Thanksgiving mural, cutting pilgrims and turkeys out of construction paper. The principal came in, visibly holding back tears, and made an announcement, and then we went back to our work with very little holiday excitement left. And I, too, was home sick--with a cold--for the funeral. I still remember how shaken all the adults were, even those I knew had been bitterly opposed to Kennedy during the election
Posted by: Donna Andrews | November 22, 2013 at 06:13 AM
I certainly remember that day, one of the saddest of my life. Unfortunately, Kennedy was not loved in my home state (Mississippi) and many children who had only heard their parents denigrate him were quite cheerful about it . . . until the awfulness began to sink in.
Posted by: Charlaine Harris | November 22, 2013 at 06:13 AM
I was in school, too, and I remember all the teachers clustered together in the hall, feverishly talking about something. When my teacher didn't come back into the classroom, our class became wild and noisy, as kids often do when the teacher isn't there. Our teacher, who was a really miserable guy who seemed to dislike kids, finally came in, looking terribly pale, and told us the President had been shot. He added that our rowdiness was disrespectful, and made it sound as if, by being noisy, we had brought it about. He was clearly shocked and grief-stricken himself, but it was a lousy thing to say. I didn't learn he'd died until after I went home and my sobbing mother told me.
Posted by: krisneri | November 22, 2013 at 06:39 AM
That day stuck with all of us who were in school or older on Nov. 22, 1963. And, I'm always curious to see how much people remember, and where they were. Kay, I never thought about the police officer who was handcuffed to Oswald. There were so many people on the periphery who really were eyewitnesses to tragedy. Donna, Your experiences do sound similar. That funeral is one that will always echo with me. Oh, Charlaine. I knew there were some places were people were not as upset as most of the country, but I didn't think about the effect on children in those places. There's so much we just don't recognize or remember because of our young age when Kennedy was shot. You're right, Kris. That was a lousy way to treat children, and a terrible thing to say to them.
Posted by: Lesa Holstine | November 22, 2013 at 07:08 AM
Roni,
I did like your comment that some things never change when you said you were the last one out of PE. That is SO you. Hugs, my friend, and thanks for sharing your memories.
Posted by: Lesa Holstine | November 22, 2013 at 07:40 AM
I was at home (Hanford,CA) dressing to go into town for lunch with a friend. Phone rang. My friend said, "Turn on TV. Someone just shot the president." I turned on TV, stood there yelling, "Where the hell was the Secret Service?"
When I went on into town it was eerie. People stood in stunned silence everywhere. Nothing moved. The only sounds were radios and TVs.
I spent the next week watching TV and crying. I was stringing for the Fresno Bee then and my assignment was to do a Thanksgiving story for the cover page of the Women's Section.
I had slaved for weeks over that story. When I went out to the driveway to pick up the paper I looked at my story and thought, "Why did I ever think this was important?"
I sound like a broken record here but the best fiction novel I ever read about the assassination is Thomas B. Sawyer's THE SIXTEENTH MAN. I usually read it every year.
Pat Browning
Posted by: Pat Browning | November 22, 2013 at 11:03 AM
Oh sure..of course I remember. I was 13 or so--in school, in a science class, I think. In a lab? I remember everyone got every quiet. Then--I went home. And I think I watched TV with my parents. It's difficult to remember--and what seems like a memory.
SO lovely to see you Lesa! Even on this tender day.
Posted by: Hank Phillippi Ryan | November 22, 2013 at 12:33 PM
Thank you, Pat, for the memories, and the book recommendation. It's nice to hear from two journalists, you and Hank. Thank you, to both of you.
Posted by: Lesa Holstine | November 22, 2013 at 08:05 PM
I was switchboard receptionist in the advertising dept. of the old Herald-Examiner in L.A. My mother called me from home before I ever heard it from the newspaper. That was the amazing part. That is the only time I vividly remember what I was doing when a disaster struck. The shock of a sitting president being murdered hit me hard.
Posted by: Judy Dee | November 23, 2013 at 01:10 PM