where exactly?

So, after admiring that beautiful gazebo we climbed the stairs and headed up the path toward the beautiful home called Grey Towers. If you had passed us you might have overheard me: "How can we have known each other 42 years and you've never brought me to this marvelous place before? Just a few miles from where you grew up?" The Gardener sheepishly concluded that maybe it was closed and off the radar for awhile ... and I guess it never came to his mind until recently. Well, it was the perfect day for a visit, I'll give him that. A cool, crisp, sunny morning before his nephew's nearby wedding.

I've always heard that the Gardener saw--in person--JFK give a speech about 50 days before his 

tragic assassination. But I didn't know this was where that took place. Apparently 

the President had been dedicating the property to be an institute for conservation studies.

The Gardener looked around, a little confused. After all, he was just a young teen and

 that was a long time ago. Where exactly had he stood and where had the President stood?

So we asked a docent––young, mind you, where JKF had stood in relation to the crowd. 

When she heard that "G" had been an eyewitness she exclaimed with such delight 

I just had to chuckle inside. "You really were here? Wow!" Ancient history to her.

 (Which might make us antiques.) She eagerly took us to the exact place.

Now, the Gardener is from a small town where few move away and everyone 

knows everyone's business; the entire town wouldn't miss such an event. Little did our 

docent realize that in a few hours we'd be in a wedding hall where everyone our age or 

older most likely had been at that historic occasion. 

More Grey Towers to follow.