On the day that President Kennedy was assassinated, I was working for the United Fund of Greater Boston as a loaned executive from my employer, a downtown Boston bank. My responsibility was to work with Dick Fitzgerald, a member of the fund’s permanent staff in assisting several area cities and towns in their annual fundraising campaign. I remember when someone came into the office that Dick and I shared to tell us that Kennedy had been shot. Dick looked at me and said, “Dave, Jack Kennedy is my cousin. Our grandfathers were brothers.” Until that moment I did not know that I was sharing an office with a Kennedy relative.
DAVID PALFREY
Epsom