“I can’t believe we finally get to see him!” I said as I walked quickly towards the huge airport. It was a hot Thursday afternoon in San Antonio, the date exactly was November 21, 1963. “The New York International airport is amazing isn’t it?” my husband John Connally asked as he led me into one of the giant open doors. Both me and my husband had to get our bags checked, including the presents I had brought with me. I had to quickly fix my husband’s suit while we were waiting for the men to search our bags.
1963, the New York International airport, three weeks after it was built. A lot of people from a lot of different places passed through here
Already.
”I’ve never seen so many wrinkles!” I told him sharply, but he just shrugged and …show more content…
BLAM! BLAM! 3 more shots followed, terrifying and cold like the first, one of them hit my husband, and he yelled,
“My god they're going to kill us all!” The secret service men jumped out of their jet black car and ran like heck over to where we were, one jumped into our car and started driving, but I didn’t see where the other one went. I heard Jacqueline wailing in the back seat and my husband moved a little. I knew that he was still alive. I whispered,
“Be still, be calm.” over and over in his ear. We arrived at a small looking hospital, and people rushed to help John, my husband made an effort to get out of the car, then fell on the floor, I tried to help him up but he passed out. Then one kind, thoughtful man brought out a stretcher and loaded him on. We ran down the hallways, and went right into the surgical room. I wanted to follow them, but they wouldn’t let me. Then my husband said …show more content…
He will need to stay in the hospital tonight for surgery” they wheeled my husband out of the room on a stretcher and put him in the recovery room. Still, they would not let me see him because they thought that it might stress him out. My relatives soon came to the hospital to comfort me, cousins, younger sister, brother, I was most worried about my children and what they might think or hear. What I wanted most was to tell them that their father was alive.
(Top) Nellie and John Connally in recovery room 115 at the Parkland hospital, 2 days after the shooting.
(Left) JFK funeral at Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle in Washington D.C. The men Wore black suits, and the women wore black dresses. About 800,000 people wanted to attend the funeral, most of them are waiting outside on the streets.
One of my cousins, Rich told me that the president would not make it. He had three wounds in the head and several chest wounds. But though I was glad that me and my husband and family were okay, I thought how this day would change my life forever.
The next day the newspapers asked to interview us, and our story was everywhere. I also found out that the person that fired the gun was recognized as Lee Harvey Oswald, Who would later be killed by Jack Ruby. The moral of the story is, live everyday like it's your
1963, the New York International airport, three weeks after it was built. A lot of people from a lot of different places passed through here
Already.
”I’ve never seen so many wrinkles!” I told him sharply, but he just shrugged and …show more content…
BLAM! BLAM! 3 more shots followed, terrifying and cold like the first, one of them hit my husband, and he yelled,
“My god they're going to kill us all!” The secret service men jumped out of their jet black car and ran like heck over to where we were, one jumped into our car and started driving, but I didn’t see where the other one went. I heard Jacqueline wailing in the back seat and my husband moved a little. I knew that he was still alive. I whispered,
“Be still, be calm.” over and over in his ear. We arrived at a small looking hospital, and people rushed to help John, my husband made an effort to get out of the car, then fell on the floor, I tried to help him up but he passed out. Then one kind, thoughtful man brought out a stretcher and loaded him on. We ran down the hallways, and went right into the surgical room. I wanted to follow them, but they wouldn’t let me. Then my husband said …show more content…
He will need to stay in the hospital tonight for surgery” they wheeled my husband out of the room on a stretcher and put him in the recovery room. Still, they would not let me see him because they thought that it might stress him out. My relatives soon came to the hospital to comfort me, cousins, younger sister, brother, I was most worried about my children and what they might think or hear. What I wanted most was to tell them that their father was alive.
(Top) Nellie and John Connally in recovery room 115 at the Parkland hospital, 2 days after the shooting.
(Left) JFK funeral at Cathedral of St. Matthew the Apostle in Washington D.C. The men Wore black suits, and the women wore black dresses. About 800,000 people wanted to attend the funeral, most of them are waiting outside on the streets.
One of my cousins, Rich told me that the president would not make it. He had three wounds in the head and several chest wounds. But though I was glad that me and my husband and family were okay, I thought how this day would change my life forever.
The next day the newspapers asked to interview us, and our story was everywhere. I also found out that the person that fired the gun was recognized as Lee Harvey Oswald, Who would later be killed by Jack Ruby. The moral of the story is, live everyday like it's your