Little Joe and Jack Kennedy, around 1920
So much love - and what a brilliant tumblr, may I add.
Because Teddy’s normality and Jack’s pure beautifulness make me happy.
To those who missed it (yes, that’s me). Which is bloody typical, considering I check Google on every JFK/Kennedy related date…
Here is a link to all logos Google have used: http://www.google.com/logos/
This could be because I’m left-handed and everything (or weird and tired), but to me Lincoln is the only one looking forward. I understand why people think he’s looking backwards, but not to me. Where is the destination? You can only look forward or backward if there is a spot of reference. Who is to say the destination isn’t to the right of Lincoln, thus he’s the only one looking forward. Also, you read from left to right, thus the right is the final destination when reading a sentence. He only looks like he is looking backwards because he has been put behind the coins looking left. This is simply a question of perspective.
I guess it’s like when you’re on a train and one way you’d be facing forward, but if the train could travel in the opposite direction without turning around you’d suddenly be facing backwards. I like the thought that Lincoln is facing foreward, being very progressive and ‘foreward thinking’ when it came to equal rights (not that Jefferson, Roosevelt and Washington weren’t ahead of their time, either). I’m an idealist and full of romantic political ideas, what can I say.
It is 2:30am here, I’ll probably read this tomorrow and think ‘what an imbecile!’. Also, I realise the above picture is meant simply as a joke…I just thought I’d have a philosophical mumble. It’s that time of the year when I tend to have a lot of them :D
Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men.
- John F. Kennedy.
Merry Christmas everyone!
No idea what this card game is, but I need it in my life. Now.
Papa Joe and babies Joe and Jack in Brookline, Massachusetts in 1919.
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy;
Seven yeeres tho’ wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O, could I loose all father, now. For why
Will man lament the state he should envie?
To have so soon scap’d worlds and fleshes rage,
And, if no other miserie, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and, ask’d, say here doth lye
Ben. Johnson his best piece of poetrie.
For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.
- Ben Jonson, circa 1603, written after his first son died of the plague. I’m sure Joseph Kennedy Sr could relate to this poem; I find it beautiful, one of my favourites.
Fictionally playing Hearts with the Kennedys makes me happy. Hey, it’s my birthday tomorrow - I’m allowed to be a little lame :)
P.S Just realised how much this post actually gives away about me. I don’t really like Bradley Cooper that much. Honestly.