November 22, 1963 The Last Time I Shook Hands with JFK
Tuesday, November 22, 2011 marks the 48th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. That cool November morning of 1963 in Fort Worth Texas, my mother, my younger brother Ken and I stood on the tarmac at Carswell Air Force Base directly in front of Air Force One and Air Force Two. Both planes were waiting and ready to fly the President and the Vice President for a 30 mile flight to Love Field in Dallas. A trip that would be JFK’s last flight as President of the United States of America and Vice President Johnson’s last trip as Vice President.
Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy spent the night in our city at the Hotel Texas in downtown Fort Worth. Our city was excited to have the President and the First Lady visit. Thousands of people turned out that Friday morning hoping to be lucky enough to get a glimpse of these famous people. My mother thought our best bet to see the President would be to go to the Air Force base and see him when he arrived to board his plane. There was a rope line set up on the tarmac to separate the spectators from the area where the President’s motorcade would deliver him to board the plane. We arrived early and Mother picked a spot near the far end of the rope line directly across from the door of Air Force One. As we stood in line more and more people showed up and soon several hundred joined us to see the President. We began to hear the sirens of the escorts for the motorcade in the distance. First to arrive was Vice President Johnson and his wife Lady Bird. With them was John Connally, Governor of Texas and his wife Nellie along with many other local, state and national dignitaries. Within a few minutes the motorcade with President Kennedy pulled up at the opposite end of the rope line. The car he and the First Lady were riding in was a Lincoln convertible limousine. I noticed the top was not on the car and thought I bet they must be cold because of the cool November morning air. As soon as the President’s car stopped he and the First Lady got out and walked to the other end of the line of people standing behind the rope and both started shaking hands. JFK was working the crowd like any good politician would do. Smiling, making eye contact, saying hi and shaking hands. There was certainly excitement in the crowd and the President and First Lady made their way down the line coming closer and closer. The crowd behind us, of course, started pressing forward toward the rope dividing us from the President. As the he and First Lady approached the area we were standing Mother pushed Ken and I toward the rope and told us to put our hands out. We did as Mother told us and within a few seconds the President of the United States of America reached out and shook my hand. Never before had this ten year old boy been in contact with a person so important or famous. As I shook his hand I noticed how warm it was. He looked at me and the then quickly looked at my brother and shook his hand. Right behind the President was the First Lady and Ken and I shook her hand as well. The President and First Lady shook hands with only a few more people and then walked up the steps leading to the door of Air Force One. He turned in the door of the plane and waved to the crowd, then made that fateful trip to Dallas.
In just over an hour the President would be shot and killed in Dallas. My mother was crying as she told Ken and me about the President being killed. For the next 3 or 4 days the world seemed to stop. I remember sitting in front of our black and white TV watching all the news reports from the only three channels we had at that time, NBC, CBS and ABC. For that young boy he made a lasting impression, and I will never forget as long as I live the day I shook hands with JFK.
Rick Irving
Broker
My Texas Home Real Estate
Fort Worth, Tx
Email: cowtown@usa.net
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