For my generation, November 22 will always be the anniversary of the assassination of President John Kennedy.
I haven't blogged about it for several years but this year I will because we are living history right now, fast and furiously.
Part of this is adapted from a post November 22, 2013:
Fifty seven years ago today, I was 10 years old and innocent.
For an entire generation, that day defined us here in the United States: the day President Kennedy was assassinated. We can all tell you, we people of my generation, exactly where we were and what we were doing.
So can another generation for December 7, and still another generation who remembers January 28 (the date in 1986 that the Challenger exploded.) For my son's generation, the day to remember is September 11.
So where were we, those of us who were alive and able to remember, on November 22, 1963? And how did we find out about the assassination?
For my spouse, in elementary school, the school announced it just shortly before the school bus boarding time. My spouse was in the school library waiting for the bus.
Me, I was home with a broken leg (being home instructed by the New York City schools). My mother had left me to go shopping and came back, sobbing. She turned on the TV and that's how I found out.
But my generation is fading away and the December 7 "greatest generation" loses more and more of its members daily, too. The January 28 generation also will fade. And yes, even the generation of September 11, 2001. Time is the one thing common to all of us mortals. It moves too quickly, the older you get.
The sad thing is, for my son's children, is that there will come a day to remember, too.
It is sad, isn't it - we don't remember the wonderful things the way we remember the terrible things.
For years to come, we all will remember the years of COVID, 2020 (and 2021, too, at least in part.)
But even one day...even that memory will pass, remembered only by history.
Today's song: The Warmth of the Sun by the Beach Boys, which was written on November 22, 1963.