THE DALLAS DAY PRESIDENT JFK WAS SHOTA Story by poetdougThis is the result of my interview for the Dallas Morning News to be published on the 50th Anniversary Date of the JFK's passing here in Dallas.
It was the "Shot Heard around the World"---
and the silver trigger was pulled in Downtown Dallas. My Dad was right there to witness the Presidential Motorcade as it advanced down the crowded Dallas city streets. His eyes made contact with President Kennedy's just before JFK's were closed forever. The day President Kennedy died---I became an adult man--both emotionally and literally. It was November 22, 1963 and II was a theological college student turning age 21 that same fall. Now I am age 71. My father (Rev. Raymond Rose) was Senior Pastor of the Stevens Park Assemblies of God Church on West Davis Street and Hampton Road in South Dallas. A few months later, I would join the Pastoral staff as youth pastor. On that fateful November day, I was attending classes at my Theological Seminary and all of a sudden the news media waves jammed with the stunning words:" JFK gunned down in Downtown Dallas". I paled in panic. All of Dallas panicked! It seemed like pandemonium spread throughout the streets of America. My own father's church was located only a couple miles from there and he had a luncheon appointment at a restaurant downtown along the parade route. Was he OK? Our entire campus went into panic mode as if precursor for the 9-11 Terrorists Attack that would occur years later. What horrors could happen next? While a big black blanket of Terror seemed to shroud the city of Dallas, it also circumvented local college and high school campuses as well. My own younger brother David, was in the 10th grade at Bryan Adams High School in Dallas. He told me:"We were at lunch when panic set in. Kids with transistor radios started hollering:"The President's been shot"! We were all sent back to our home rooms listening to portable radios until the school bell rang for dismissal. We were told there were Nuns available there to counsel any students experiencing personal trauma. I immediately called home to Mom to make sure Dad was back OK. He was, thank God" At our college campus, brightly burning candles were lit in Dorm rooms and the chapel were we all huddled in groups for mass silent prayers. We prayed for the Presidential family and for God to protect America in this horrific time of crisis. How could this have happened in the "Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave"? We wondered:" Was God still God? Was He still up there?" Our faith was severely tried and tested, but our hearts remained strong and true. Yes, the year was 1963 when I dramatically became a man on the day the President died in Downtown Dallas----and History was changed forever. 2013 by DRR Member Texas State Historical Society
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Added on November 16, 2013Last Updated on November 20, 2013 Tags: JFK, Dallas, The shot heard round the world AuthorpoetdougDallas, TXAboutMember Academy of American Poets Member Texas State Historical Society Free lance writer for GUIDEPOSTS Magazines, and The EVANGEL, DEVOZINE Teen Magazine; Standard Publishing and Gospel Publishi.. more..Writing
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