November 22nd in history

November 22, 1428 was the birthdate of Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick, better known to history as the Kingmaker. He was an interesting man and I like writing about his power struggle with his cousin Edward, whom he foolishly underestimated, but my sympathies were always with his brother John. And on November 22, 1220, Frederick II, was crowned Holy Roman Emperor; he was the only son of Richard I’s nemesis, Heinrich von Hohenstaufen, and the very courageous Constance de Hauteville, who’d invited the women of Jesi to watch her give birth in order to disprove the rumors that she was not really pregnant. Frederick was also King of Sicily, his mother’s legacy,, and King of Jerusalem through his marriage to the sad little teenage Queen of Jerusalem, whom he wed at fourteen and who died in childbirth at sixteen. (Her mother had died giving birth to her, at age twenty.)
November 22nd is also, of course, a dark day in American history, the fiftieth anniversary today of the assassination of John F. Kennedy in Dallas. Those of us old enough to remember that traumatic event will never forget where we were when we heard, just as another generation remembered where they were when the news of Pearl Harbor broke.
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Published on November 22, 2013 06:33
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message 1: by Steve (new)

Steve IN all the confusion and sorrow from JFK's murder (I was a high school Junior), the deaths of two great British authors that same day passed almost unnoticed by the world: CS Lewis and Aldous Huxley. I wonder what kind of meeting that was when they reached the pearly gates at the same time. :-)


message 2: by Judith (new)

Judith The day JFK was assassinated, I was a 12 year old in Junior High, in geography/history class. The loud speaker came on suddenly, a live radio broadcast, without introduction to tell us what was happening. I remember the teacher stopping in his tracks, his hand poised to write on the chalk board. His hand dropped the chalk in the trough and he sat down hard in his chair. The rest of the day is a blank but that moment in time is embedded in my memory.


message 3: by Sharon (new)

Sharon I was home sick that day, Judith, so I was not at school. I remember the sense of shock and horror and watching the television coverage all weekend.
You're right, Steve; the news of JFK's assassination blotted out all over news.


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