tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527487450277010448.post2265776483922865450..comments2021-07-06T04:00:42.436-07:00Comments on Uncomfortable Truths about Missing Children: Jackie O. Iconic Style Classic BeautyResurrection Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16662400763696270176noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527487450277010448.post-57005109958711583072013-04-09T19:29:53.661-07:002013-04-09T19:29:53.661-07:00I grew up in NYC (born in 1951). I was in junior h...I grew up in NYC (born in 1951). I was in junior high school in 1964 (I was 13). My friend Linda and I like to skip school and go to upper 5th Avenue and window shop the fancy stores. We'd stay on the public bus to school in the morning and get off at the subway. We rode the train to 55th and 5th Ave. We got out of the subway in front of the St. Regis hotel at about 8:30 am. In trying to recall what season it was, I'm thinking it was late spring, the days were getting warmer. The Avenue was unusually quiet, little traffic, few people as we climbed the stairs out of the station. We watched as a lone woman emerged from the hotel. To our surprise, it was Jackie Kennedy. My friend and I stood still and said in unison, "Hello Mrs. Kennedy". She stopped, smiled, bent toward us, and said, "Why aren't you girls in school?" "We're just late" we lied. "Ok," she said, "Better get going, then." "Ok". We stood and watched her walk away (it seemed to me that she floated, she was so graceful) and she went into the Rexall drugstore around the corner from the hotel entrance. She was wearing a medium-gold colored Chanel suit trimmed in black, and a matching pillbox hat. It seemed almost identical to the pink suit she wore the day her husband was assassinated, but in gold. I saw her very close, I recall the 'poodle' quality of the fabric, the golden buttons, the black trim. She really was lovely, sweet and confident in person, strikingly so. It's a lovely memory, but at the time, I couldn't tell my parents, because I'd been playing hooky.Vichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14098753923930915619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527487450277010448.post-14986307600285463352013-04-09T19:29:23.132-07:002013-04-09T19:29:23.132-07:00I grew up in NYC (born in 1951). I was in junior h...I grew up in NYC (born in 1951). I was in junior high school in 1964 (I was 13). My friend Linda and I like to skip school and go to upper 5th Avenue and window shop the fancy stores. We'd stay on the public bus to school in the morning and get off at the subway. We rode the train to 55th and 5th Ave. We got out of the subway in front of the St. Regis hotel at about 8:30 am. In trying to recall what season it was, I'm thinking it was late spring, the days were getting warmer. The Avenue was unusually quiet, little traffic, few people as we climbed the stairs out of the station. We watched as a lone woman emerged from the hotel. To our surprise, it was Jackie Kennedy. My friend and I stood still and said in unison, "Hello Mrs. Kennedy". She stopped, smiled, bent toward us, and said, "Why aren't you girls in school?" "We're just late" we lied. "Ok," she said, "Better get going, then." "Ok". We stood and watched her walk away (it seemed to me that she floated, she was so graceful) and she went into the Rexall drugstore around the corner from the hotel entrance. She was wearing a medium-gold colored Chanel suit trimmed in black, and a matching pillbox hat. It seemed almost identical to the pink suit she wore the day her husband was assassinated, but in gold. I saw her very close, I recall the 'poodle' quality of the fabric, the golden buttons, the black trim. She really was lovely, sweet and confident in person, strikingly so. It's a lovely memory, but at the time, I couldn't tell my parents, because I'd been playing hooky.Vichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14098753923930915619noreply@blogger.com