Happy Birthday Jacqueline Kennedy! | July 28, 1929 – May 19, 1994
"She epitomized elegance in the post–World War II era. There’s never been a first lady like Jacqueline Kennedy, not only because she was so beautiful but because she was able to name an entire era ‘Camelot’ … no other first lady in the 20th century will be able to have that aura. She’s become an icon." —Historian Douglas Brinkley
I just want to take a moment and thank everyone for following and liking my posts. I know I don’t post as often as I would like (as I work full-time and run 6 other blogs) but the Kennedy’s have taken up a large part of my life in the past 8 months or so and nothing makes me happier than to share the enthusiasm and love that I have for them with you guys..so cheers!
Jack, Jackie and Caroline photographed by Jacques Lowe on the porch of their Hyannis Port home, 1959.
JFK in Hawaii, June 8-9th, 1963.
Robert Kennedy photographed by Arthur Rickerby, c. 1964.
Thank you! I’m inclined to say Bobby is my favorite :)
Jack, Bobby and Ted gather at Hyannis Port shortly after Jack wins the democratic party presidential nomination, July 1960.
JFK stands in the doorway with Jackie and Caroline before leaving for the Senate from his home on N Street in Washington’s Georgetown section. Photographed by Jacques Lowe, 1959.
On January 2, 1960, in the caucus room of the U.S. Capital, Senator Kennedy announces his intention to seek his party’s nomination for President of the United States.
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JFK spends the weekend with his son and daughter at Bailey’s Beach in Newport, Rhode Island, September 15, 1963. Photographed by Robert Knudson.
Jack Kennedy is photographed sailing off the Rhode Island coast in the Manitou by Robert Knudson, August 26, 1962.
Since 1968, the word hope has become the oratorical equivalent of an American flag lapel pin, a de rigueur rhetorical flourish amounting to a vague promise of better days. But the hope that Robert Kennedy offered was specific: that Americans’ belief in their integrity and decency could be restored. His assassination on June 5, eighty- two days after he had announced his candidacy, represented not just the death of another Kennedy or of a promising young leader, but the death of this hope. This explains why the most dramatic display of public grief for an American citizen who had never been elected to the presidency unfolded on June 8, 1968, when a twenty- one- car funeral train, its engine draped in black bunting, carried Kennedy’s body from his funeral in New York to his burial in Washington.
Crowds were expected, but no one imagined that on a steamy Saturday afternoon two million people would head for the tracks, wading through marshes, hiking across meadows, and slithering under fences, filling tenement balconies, clambering onto factory roofs, standing in junkyards and cemeteries, peering down from bridges, viaducts, and bluffs, placing 100,000 coins on the tracks, waving hand- lettered goodbye Bobby signs, and forging a 226- mile- long chain of grief and despair.
Many are still haunted by Kennedy’s phantom presidency. Two decades after his death, Ralph Bartlow Martin wrote, “I have no doubt at all that if nominated he [Kennedy] would have been elected. And if elected, a great President, maybe greater than his brother. But they would have killed him.” As Kennedy lay dying, Jack Newfield told John Lewis, “I can feel history slipping through my fingers.” Four decades later, Lewis says, “I thought that if this one man was elected president, he could move us closer to what many of us in the movement called ‘The Loving Community.’ ” Former Kennedy aide Peter Edelman still believes that his presidency “would have influenced the tone and direction of American politics for decades.” Edwin Guthman, who worked in the Kennedy Justice Department, writes, “To know anything about him is to know that had he lived and won in 1968, he would have been a great President.” Look correspondent Warren Rogers told an interviewer in 1997 that his presidency would have left “a far more decent, a far gentler and less uncouth country than we are today,” and the political commentator Mark Shields, who worked for him in the Nebraska primary, says, “I’ll go to my grave believing Robert Kennedy would have been the best President of my lifetime.”
JFK campaigns in West Virginia. Here he works Logan county, rugged country known for labor strife and hardball politics, Kennedy bulled with coal miners; visited backwaters like Omar, an old time mining camp, in pursuit of the porch and clothesline vote; wrote autographs for women shopping in a mine-company store; and when he spotted a crowd in Amherstdale, he used a campaign station wagon as a podium.