One of the stories that has been told over and over by my mother has to do with the circumstances surrounding the birth of my sister, Anne. She was born by C-section, and my mother says that she while being prepped for the surgery, she saw that the doctors and nurses were crying. She noticed that people were coming in and out of the room, talking to each other in low whispers. She assumed the worst, that something had gone wrong with the pregnancy.
Later that day, November 22, 1963, she found out that at the same time my sister was being born, a national tragedy had been unfolding.....the assassination of our country’s 35th president, John F. Kennedy.
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