I took advantage of this last gasp of summer weather to do something I’d wanted to do for a while and bike the Harborwalk to the @jfklibrary.
I hadn’t been since I was in undergrad, and while the Freedom 7 capsule is no longer on display there because the ten-year loan from the Naval Academy is up, it’s still a wonderful museum in a magnificent location.
I only had an hour to explore so I had to hurry, but I still took a ton of pics in the space exhibit:
Also, the Aswan High Dam project:
I’m curious about this photo in the Oval Office replica room, it LOOKS like a J-Class racer from the 1900s-1930s (and it really only could be an original J-Class in JFK’s time, the restorations and new builds didn’t start until the 1980s), maybe from the Rosenfeld collection, but I wonder which one it might be:
The museum shop was closed by the time I finished with the exhibits, but I guess having a replica “If I were 21 I’d vote for Kennedy” campaign button to wear isn’t as funny now because I wouldn’t be an actual 19-year-old wearing it anymore.
I want to come back and have more time to look through the WWII special exhibit, but I’m so glad I finally got to visit at all.
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On November 22, 1963, President and Mrs. Kennedy continued their visit to Texas, and traveled to Dallas. As they rode through the city, shots were fired. The motorcade rushed to the nearest hospital, but the wound was mortal.
https://twitter.com/JFKLibrary/status/172734816894001585
Note the "mistake" !
Jackie [Mrs. Kennedy] should have been given *yellow* roses - since this is Texas, right ?
I claim that the roses are red to warn about what will happen in Dallas about one hour after this photo was taken.
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Civil rights crusader Fannie Lou Hamer represents the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party. Methodist Church Ministries/Kenneth Thompson, online here.
“NOBODY’S FREE UNTIL EVERYBODY’S FREE.”
In honor of Women's History Month (March) and Black History Month (Feb), we continue our celebration of Black women with this special virtual Kennedy Library Forum on March 16 at 7 pm ET. Register here to watch live or later.
Kate Clifford Larson, visiting scholar at the Brandeis Women’s Studies Research Center, will discuss her new book with Karsonya (Kaye) Wise Whitehead, professor of communication and African and African American studies at Loyola University Maryland.
Walk with Me: A Biography of Fannie Lou Hamer draws on new interviews and fresh archival material to explore Hamer’s life and impact on the civil rights movement. Kennedy Library education and public programs on civil rights and social justice are supported in part by AT&T.
Archives specialist Netisha Currie wrote about Hamer for the National Archives Say It Loud! Employee Affinity Group's Rediscovering Black History blog's Black History Basic Training series. Currie shared Hamer’s incredible history that included African American voter registration, organizing Freedom Summer, co-founding the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, and helping to establish the National Women’s Political Caucus in 1971.
Governor Bill Clinton’s “Vision for America” speech at the Democratic National Committee (DNC), 7/16/1992, Clinton Library, NARA ID 18557458.
FOR KIDS AND EDUCATORS:
DocsTeach: Fannie Lou Hamer and Voting Rights: Students will analyze a portion of Hamer's testimony at the 1964 Democratic National Convention about registering to vote in Mississippi in 1962. They will answer questions to understand the specific challenges Black Americans faced, and the motivations behind the Civil Rights Movement.
Meet Fannie Lou Hamer: National Archives Comes Alive! Young Learners Program. Online here. Hamer (as portrayed by Sheila Arnold) shared her story from her birth as the 20th child of parents who were tenant farmers in Mississippi to her efforts to organize the Mississippi Freedom Summer for the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) and more.
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Immortal Instincts //JFK AU
Chapter One.
This is a fan fiction story
September 29, 1964
Tears rolled down Maple's face as she saw the Preacher lay her Mother & her best friend coffin down into the ground where she'll never see her again; she buried her head into her father's shoulder weeping away clutching onto his suit jacket.
The loss of her mother broke her into pieces.
The stormy weather covered Her tears soaking her black dress and her curly Brunette hair laying down on her shoulders while the clouds In the sky roared as Maple says her last goodbye to her Best closest friend she ever had kissing the Gravestone.
"Don't worry sweetheart she's watching us in heaven," her father spoke squeezing her shoulder trying to comfort her with his presence, but the look on her face of please stop wasn't working.
With is a very impatient, rude, and stubborn persona Her, father thought it would be best to move Her into a new town in Boston where she can start over fresh. To some girls Moving into a new town is easy, for Maple when she isn't surrounded by Her friends or her mother that loved her and love the spirit in her.
"Aren't you excited at least to start your new Private school when you arrive?" He spoke trying to cheer his daughter up with a smile.
"No," she spoke glancing back out the window with heavy reddish eyes watching the rain poured down so beautifully, which is odd considering it doesn't rain much in Florida.
When they arrived on the street of memories in their empty large Middle-class house they slowly entered the halls. the feeling of it was lost and gone after There once cheerful Mother & wife was gone from a too soon Diagnosed illness. She will never hear the Bickering or nagging over the smallest thing's in her room anymore. She paced through the empty halls towards her room with the thought of the last words she said to her mother doing an argument. Gosh, I wish you stay out of my room, you prick.
"Father do we really have to leave?" she asked shamefully walking towards the attic filled with members of a once happy family.
"Yes sweetheart, it's going to be good for you!" father spoke picking up items to pack away in the boxes For the movers.
Maple walked up the Steep staircase to the attic. she beams over to her right and walks towards the brown boxes filled with pictures, toys, birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, gets well soon cards, welcome home gifts. etc. a tear started to roll down her eyes as she remembered something called the hope of her mother being well again.
"Is there even a God," she whispered in the empty attic. feeling some sort of envious as her reddish eye's squinted and her lips quivered holding up the last picture of her mother smiling on her birthday wearing ordinary green clothing as she arrived from the Hospital with the least of hopes of her mother returning home normal.
She threw the picture back into the box and walk down the steep stairs again holding the Box in both of her arms putting it next to the other filled boxes. she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'm going for a walk," she grunted walking out the front door back into the storm.
"Okay," father echoed from behind.
She walks near an empty field up the hill where not one person insight to witness what she's about to do. Her body shivered from the cold and her hands trembling next to her side clenching her fists together and squinting her eyes stomping into mud Puddles as the lightning flashes across the sky. Her shoe's now filled with uncomfortable rainwater, and wet stickiness against her socks as she stood in the middle of her destination.
"WHY did you take Her from Me?" she yelled up at the dark-covered clouds as the raindrop onto her freckled covered face. "what was your reason?" she spoke even louder with shame holding her opened arms out. she was hoping something in the universe will talk back and give her a reason and explanation for her questions. she rolled her eyes and whispered Are you doing this to Punish me?
The feeling of Doubt washed over her as she believed her mother was lying about a god in the Universe. she didn't believe it anymore; all the prayers they did to keep her alive and she was still gone. she walks back into the house with soaking wet clothes and shoes while feeling relieved to let off some steam.
"You look, Ghostly darling," Father spoke with such a soothing tone. taping the last few boxes together sitting on a red crack strong enough to carry his heavy 250-pound weight.
"I took a walk," she spoke with a confident tone.
"Well at least help me Tape up the rest of the boxes," father spoke energetically.
All night Maple and her father pack up the last few items they needed for the road trip to the Airport.
"Alright, do we got everything packs for the trip?"-
"I forgot Marley's leash," she spoke running towards the kitchen counter where Marley's Red leash is underneath the cabinet.
"OK, we got the plane tickets, Marley's leash, and cage, snacks, and drinks, memories of cards, pictures of the family, the Christmas tree," father recited
"I don't think we need a Christmas tree, yet"
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Alan Shepard’s Freedom 7 Mercury capsule, which he flew into space on a suborbital trajectory 60 years ago today, Friday, May 5, 1961. With this fifteen-minute flight, Alan Shepard became the first American and the second human to fly into space. He went on to fly to the moon in 1971 on Apollo 14. He died in 1998.
For more on Shepard and his legacy, see http://www.willylogan.com/?p=2389
Freedom 7 is owned by the National Air and Space Museum, and it has been on loan to the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library in Boston.
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