Ricochet is the best place on the internet to discuss the issues of the day, either through commenting on posts or writing your own for our active and dynamic community in a fully moderated environment. In addition, the Ricochet Audio Network offers over 50 original podcasts with new episodes released every day.
From the National Catholic Register:
On Nov. 22, 1963, three award-winning writers died: one in Dallas, one in Los Angeles and the other at his home just outside Oxford, England
John F. Kennedy, Aldous Huxley and C.S. Lewis all died within hours of each other.
All had been award-winning writers. However, when they died, they had become more than that, and, subsequent to Nov. 22, 1963, their lives gained even greater significance.
I’ll never forget the Kennedy connection. My family had been in the United States only a little over three weeks (arriving, documents in hand, at Boston’s Logan Airport on October 29, 1963. I know that’s true, because my Green Card says so). Dad was a Fellow at Harvard (when those who were such were reliably named as such), and I was a fourth-grade student at Edward Devotion Elementary School (since renamed because–you know–slaves!) in Brookline. The same elementary school that JFK himself had attended several decades previous. We were living in a rather insalubrious apartment building. The grief, upon news of the President’s death, was palpable. Overwhelming, in fact. One of those lifetime, “I’ll always remember where I was when I heard…” moments.
It took me many years (perhaps too many years) to appreciate the other anniversaries of that sad day. Of course, I knew C.S. Lewis from the “Narnia” books. And (although I was 9 1/2 years old at the time), I’d heard of Aldous Huxley, too. But with life, and time, came perspective. And today, I wonder which of them really–when it comes right down to it–was, in the context of history–the most important.
What say you?Published in