Meg knows she hasn’t written in awhile, she has been busy trying to bond with her new town and state. Meg would like to thank Twisted Susan for encouraging her each time she ventures from the house and tries something new, because the Lone Star state can be just *that*. Lone.
Anyway, Meg was like Debbie the other day, and did Dallas!
Ha! Not really that way. But she did spend part of her day on the sixth floor of the Texas Book Repository staring out the window, in the exact spot where Lee Harvey Oswald shot JFK.
In a million years Meg would not have imagined visiting this spot, never mind living in Texas. But there she was, staring out the window and looking down at the grassy knoll.
Here’s the thing. Meg remembers November 23rd vividly. She can picture her mother and grandmother sobbing in the kitchen of the shitty apartment they lived in. She remembers the interminable four days of television, because all she wanted to do was watch Huckleberry Hound, not a funeral. Meg sat on the floor playing with her Jackie and Caroline paper dolls, dressing and undressing them in their elegant little outfits, staring at the TV.
Meg was all of five years old as she watched world events unfold. It was like watching the cheap but fascinating shards of glass in a cardboard kaleidoscope; there was a jumble of film clips, bold black newspaper headlines, and Walter Cronkite’s deep voice. She remembers the serene couple in the official inauguration plate staring down at her from the living room wall. She somberly watched little kids her own age, attending their Dad’s funeral on TV.
That day Meg stepped over a threshold, the one where she was no longer an innocent little kid, but an strangely wise pre-schooler.
In the months that ensued, there were giant color photos in LIFE magazine, and many hefty coffee table books that recounted the whole ordeal. It did seem the world would never be the same, and the event imprinted itself, becoming part of the collective unconscious of Meg’s generation.
And in one tiny corner in Dallas, the world was turned on it’s axis.