Where was I?

Where was I this day fifty years ago when John F Kennedy was assassinated?

In the bath

I remember it very clearly. I suppose that it must have been one of the first moments at which a world event had real impact – tho’ I do remember the edginess of the Cuban Missile crisis. And if course the response to Kennedy’s death was huge in Ireland because an Irish-American President was part of the coming of age of the Irish Republic.

And Friday evening seemed to be shaped by radio – no TV in our house until the Tokyo Olympics of 1964. And radio meant a succession of programmes like the Navy Lark and the Flying Doctor and Any Questions.

And then if course one wonders how many times a week one had a bath in those far-off sepia-toned days.

Too much information.

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