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stoutfellow1968 was fifty years ago... I was ten years old, and just beginning to be aware of the outside world. (I have vague memories of the Pueblo incident, or rather my family's reaction to it, and I remember the Six Day War, but that's as far back as I can go.) God, that was a terrible year. I remember hearing the news of Dr. King's murder, and Bobby Kennedy's.
I love Mary Chapin Carpenter's "Stones in the Road", for the verse below especially. (She and I are about the same age.):
"When I was ten my father held me
On his shoulders above the crowd
To see a train draped in mourning
Pass slowly through our town
His widow kneeled with all their children
At the sacred burial ground
And the TV glowed that long hot summer
With all the cities burning down"
When will we ever learn?
I love Mary Chapin Carpenter's "Stones in the Road", for the verse below especially. (She and I are about the same age.):
"When I was ten my father held me
On his shoulders above the crowd
To see a train draped in mourning
Pass slowly through our town
His widow kneeled with all their children
At the sacred burial ground
And the TV glowed that long hot summer
With all the cities burning down"
When will we ever learn?
