I was a graduate student at the University of Utah.\u00a0 With three small children. Working on my Master’s Degree–surrounded by 3X5 cards and card boxes.\u00a0 My father, an electrician with a keen interest in electronics, re-built a television set and gave it to me that quarter.\u00a0 He thought that a television to watch while I copied and filed cards would be a great help.\u00a0 And it was.\u00a0 I was less apt to become tense at the repetitive task ahead of me.<\/p>\n
My husband was a dairy farmer.\u00a0 When he came in for lunch, he wanted to get the weather for the coming hours to know what cows to shelter and what feed to cover from the November elements.<\/p>\n
So, on 22 November 1963,<\/strong> we both sat eating our lunch watching the news.\u00a0 The news flash of President Kennedy’s death broke across the screen.\u00a0 And our lives changed forever.<\/p>\n The rebuilt television lasted 4 days–it was on almost 24\/7 during that fateful event.\u00a0 We cried.\u00a0 We watched in shock as each part of that drama played out across our minds and hearts.\u00a0 Each image imbedded in our psyches.<\/p>\n What evil could create such chaos?\u00a0 And such out-pouring of love and respect for the man, his family, the nation he lead.\u00a0 We didn’t think in terms of conspiracy on the 22nd.\u00a0 By the 26th, all sorts of speculation filled our home and the homes of our family members.<\/p>\n Several years later, a close personal friend and genealogy client informed me that her husband was an FBI agent, now retired.\u00a0 It was assignment to carry Oswald’s rifle<\/strong><\/em> cuffed to his wrist and arm 24\/7 while the rifle was subjected to tests and logistics.\u00a0 At that time, this agent and many of his colleagues at the Bureau were questioning whether one man and one gun and one bullet could possibly leave behind such carnage.<\/p>\n Years later still, my associate Afton and I were in Dallas TX doing research at the Public Library.\u00a0 We left early one day and went to the School Book Depository<\/strong><\/em> where there is now a Museum to that dreadful day and the President who lost his life there.\u00a0 In vain we looked for a trace of the evidence that a conspiracy could have taken place.\u00a0 On their bookshelves there was not one volume of the many that had come forth since 1963 questioning what happened.\u00a0 Not even a copy of the Warren Commission<\/strong><\/em> findings.<\/p>\n “How strange,” Afton and I said to each other.\u00a0 “How strange!”<\/p>\n Since I haven’t been back to the Museum, I have no way to know if this omission has been corrected.\u00a0 If not, how strange!\u00a0 Your favorite genealogist, Arlene Eakle\u00a0 http:\/\/arleneeakle.com<\/p>\n PS\u00a0 Evidence has always fascinated me.\u00a0 I own and have read almost all of the books and articles on President Kennedy’s assassination.\u00a0 Lots of evidence and lots of speculation.\u00a0 And my comment is still “How strange!”<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was a graduate student at the University of Utah.\u00a0 With three small children. Working on my Master’s Degree–surrounded by 3X5 cards and card boxes.\u00a0 My father, an electrician with a keen interest in electronics, re-built a television set and … Continue reading