What Crosses My Mind

  • When I Was a Child in ’68

    I remember my mother’s tears, In 1963 bullets flew, JFK became a national figure who when his son saluted the world, my mother held onto me, in the den, our family room, I was a four year old boy ~ I didn’t know that the President died and an entire nation cried.. ~ A couple…

  • (19,60,3)

    When I was four the world changed around me, my family I was only just learning to love devastated by the national news. The musty den in our home is my memory, laying on the stale carpet, didn’t need a chair, I was the kid, with my family all together in tears watching Walter Cronkite…