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  • Sitting on a couch in Cartersville GA., while my mother watched Walter Cronkite.
    I was five days old.
    ~ Just a note. Someone stated they wondered why Mrs. Kennedy crawled on the back
    of the car. She wanted to retrieve part of Mr. Kennedy's brain. I do not pass this along to push a book
    Me And Mrs. Kennedy, by the secret service agent who put her back in the car, is a very personal revelation.
    This made me realize that she was the last Lady to be the First Lady, when they arrived at the hospital she would not allow them to take his body ,out of her lap till his head was cover. She did not wish him to be seen in that condition.~
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