Swimming In Westport’s Pressure-Filled Waters: A Psychologist Looks At Teens

Westport parents don’t consider themselves tiger moms (or dads).

But — to mix metaphors — the pressure to live up to high standards is part of the ether here.

And — to mix them again — “there are a lot of very accomplished people here. Our kids swim in those waters. Even if the parents try to send a message that it’s okay” not to get all A’s, or be the captain of every team, “the kids interpret it that way.”

Dr. Timothy Schmutte

That’s Dr. Timothy Schmutte speaking. He’s a clinical psychologist who lives and practices in Westport, and an assistant professor of psychiatry at Yale School of Medicine. His research focuses on suicide prevention.

He knows these waters. And he is keenly aware how treacherous they can be.

With 2 sons at Staples High School — and having taken part in numerous PPTs, IEPs and 504 meetings — “Dr. Tim” appreciates the mental health providers and opportunities in the Westport Public Schools.

But he knows what they’re up against.

The downside of growing up in a high-powered, high-achieving, high-expectation town is that there is an expectation that it’s normal, and good, for everyone to be high-powered and high-achieving too.

It’s natural for parents to judge themselves — or at least their parenting skills — by the accomplishments of their kids.

But when parents sense a red flag — that there’s something different or worrisome in their child’s life — they may call Tim.

“They present as a very convincing image of the son or daughter most parents would want to have. So we talk about life,” he says of his meetings with teens. They open up about how over-committed they feel. Advanced Placement and Honors classes; at least one sport; SAT and other tutors; studying to be an EMT — “these kids are juggernauts,” he notes.

On the surface, they seem to hold it together well. But as Tim digs deeper, he sees that they feel “overwhelmed. Stretched too thin. They feel they can’t pull back anywhere.”

They’re not suicidal, he says. “But they wish they could wake up without facing the crushing burden of their day. There’s a sense of ‘I don’t want to — or I can’t — go on this way.'”

The psychologist calls the cycle of school/practice/staying up until 2 a.m. to finish homework/school again “lather, rinse, repeat.”

“They’re trapped on a treadmill, at the highest speed,” he adds. “And who knows for how long? They can’t take a break until at least they’re admitted to college.”

For many, it’s “all work and no play.” Even the extracurriculars that are supposed to bring joy are seen as one more activity to check off, on the long slog to college, and then a good job.

(Of course, those job worries are real too. The looming disruption of AI exacerbates those already fraught decisions about majors and careers.)

So where do today’s teenagers find joy?

“That’s one of the first questions I ask,” Tim says.

“There’s usually a pensive pause. They have to really think about how they relax.

“A lot of them say, ‘I go to my phone.’ But that’s often just another level of stress.”

Besides, he says, “a lot of them don’t think they have the time, or the permission, to unwind, take a break and get off the treadmill.

Tim may ask, “Would it be the worst thing in the world if you dropped your club sport to have more time to relax, and live a more diverse life?”

It’s a way of “inviting kids to consider their lives. It gives them permission to have a conversation with their parents” about slowing down.

He points to 3 teens who did just that. All 3 called it “a game-changer.”

Teenagers need time to chill. (Photo/Gara Morse)

Tim does not want to alarm parents. But, he says, they may want to ask themselves, “Is my child over-stretched? Do you believe if they’re not at the 99th percentile in everything, that it would be a catastrophic failure?”

He notes the irony of saying all this while working at Yale — one of the most prestigious universities in the country.

But, Tim says, “There are not a lot of shiny, happy people there.” He calls his own academic pedigree “humble. You don’t have to go somewhere great to have a great life. And there is not only one shot at a good life.”

Plenty of Westport students do not get into their first choice college — or even their second or third.

Often, he says, his patients are “pleasantly surprised how much they enjoy” wherever they end up.

“They think back to the craziness of their junior and senior years.” They call it “much ado about nothing.”

“As much as they struggled with ‘average excellence,’ they did not see their own accomplishments, or feel pride, because of the unrelenting standards everywhere. Now they realize how excessive and unnecessary it was.” They feel “a tremendous sense of relief.”

It would be nice for parents to realize that too, as their younger children go through the process. Or for graduates’ siblings and underclass friends to understand those epiphanies.

But, Tim says, that hyper-competitiveness is “still in the air and water, all around us.”

Of course, some families realize the importance of “taking the foot off the gas.” He cites 2 fathers of teen patients, who began seeing a therapist themselves, to talk about their own feelings of parenting, expectations and life in a pressure- cooker town.. (It’s more common for women to take that step, Tim says.)

Dr. Tim Schmutte offers this message to area parents: “If you have a sneaking suspicion or concern about the well-being of your child — or if you wonder if they’re doing too much, or are not their usual self — honor that thought. Put feelers out.”

And for Westport teenagers: “B+ or B okay. You can have an amazing life at a place that is not your #1 school.

“This is not the end of a great journey. It’s only the beginning.”

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Pic Of The Day #3140

Hummock Island and Sherwood Mill Pond, from Sherwood Island State Park (Photo/Pam Docters)

Photo Challenge #569

When Ralph Sheffer served as Representative Town Meeting moderator — from 1959 to ’69 — the handsome building on the Myrtle Avenue hill was Bedford Elementary School.

For the past 40 years, it’s been Town Hall. Once a month, the RTM meets in its auditorium.

Sheffer — the RTM’s 5th moderator, and at the time its longest-serving leader — now has a place of honor there.

He’s remembered with an old-fashioned iron sign, on the right side of the lobby.

That was last week’s Photo Challenge. Andrew Colabella, Sal Liccione (both RTM veterans), Tom Feeley, Patty Strauss (longtime town clerk) and Lynn Untermeyer Miller knew exactly where it is. (Click here to see.)

Ann Sheffer emailed privately. She knew too. But as the daughter of the honoree, she thought it would not be fair to chime in.

This week’s Photo Challenge is open to everyone. If you know where in Westport you’d see this, click “Comments” below.”

(Photo copyright DinkinESH Fotografix)

Roundup: Tech, Tees, Transportation …

Staples Players’ astonishing production of “Les Misérables” concludes its 10-show run this afternoon (Sunday, 2:30 p.m.; click here for information).

Before the (spectacular) set is struck, however, it’s worth praising Players once again.

Today, kudos go to the tech crew: the young men and women who seldom get the credit they deserve, but without whom there would be no show at all.

These very talented, tremendously hard working, incredibly dedicated students build sets, oversee lighting and sound, create costumes, and do much, much more.

Once the play begins, it’s run entirely by students. They are responsible for keeping things moving smoothly — even when they go awry.

Colin Walker says, “I have the fortunate privilege of being the technical director. I get to be with these students on a daily basis. I see how hard they work. They make invaluable contributions to the success of the show.”

They sure do. Take a bow, “Les Mis” tech crew!

Staples Players tech crew, on set. (Photo/Colin Walker)

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The Zoning Board of Appeals is looking for a registered Democratic alternate for the board.

An alternate serves for 4 years, and is called to sit for a member who is absent or needs to recuse themselves from a specific application.

If interested, email jimezzes@gmail.com.

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Jillian Elder’s Westport Holiday Lights Collection features local landmarks like the Cribari Bridge, Minute Man monument and Compo Beach cannons. Each piece is available on shirts, prints, mugs and totes.

New at the online shop: Westport Is my Happy Place. It’s a tribute to the town’s charm and creative spirit.

A few suggestions.

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The “stop sign ahead” sign on Bayberry Lane, near Easton Road, has a new look these days:

(Photo/Baxter Urist)

It doesn’t mean the stop sign is gone.

Just that this old sign is ready for a replacement.

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Meanwhile, here’s the scene at Sherwood Mill Pond.

I sure would not want to be the guy that had to climb down that ladder, all the way to the bottom.

(Photo/John McCarthy)

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Esterina D’Amico, who was born in her parents’ Westport home, and was a lifelong resident, died Thursday, in Norwalk Hospital. She was 95.

Ester spent more than 40 years as an administrative secretary for PerkinElmer in Norwalk. She was a faithful parishioner of Assumption Church. She loved traveling the world, and was an accomplished skier.

She is survived by her brothers Anthony and Peter D’Amico; sister Geraldine Stauss; 17 nieces and nephews; and many grandnieces and grandnephews.

She was predeceased by her brothers Edward, Rudolph and Anthony, and sisters Adeline Coviello, Margaret Incerto, Mary Aldrich and Josephine D’Amico.

A funeral Mass of Christian Burial is set for Tuesday (November 25, 11 a.m., Assumption Church). Interment will follow in Assumption Cemetery on Greens Farms Road.

The family will receive visitors at Harding Funeral Home from 9:30 to 10:30 a.m. Condolences may be left online at www.hardingfuneral.com. Contributions in Ester’s memory may be made to a charity of one’s choice.

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The crowds are gone from Sherwood Island.

But there are still visitors. They enjoy a very different state park — quiet, cold, and beautiful.

Pam Docters captured the scene the other day, for our “Westport … Naturally” feature.

Dress warmly — and enjoy!

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And finally … in honor of one of the items above:

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Remembering Perrin Delorey: With Love And Hoops, For A Great Cause

On Friday evening, the Staples High School fieldhouse rocked. Over 120 Service League of Boys members and friends paid $25 each to join an energetic basketball fundraiser.

The beneficiary was a cause close to home: Staples Tuition Grants.

But the event was even more meaningful, for the many participants who remember Perrin Delorey: an elementary school baseball and hockey player, and Cub Scout. In his honor, Westport Little League presents a Perrin Ryan Delorey Sportsmanship Award each year, to players who model his sportsmanship and team spirit on the field. 

Perrin Delorey at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, with Ted Williams. Perrin was a huge Boston Red Sox fan.

He would have been a Staples senior this year.

His friend Philip Sullivan writes:

This evening, I participated in my 4th and final SLOBS basketball fundraiser.

Next spring, the class of 2026 will graduate without our beloved classmate, Perrin Delorey. Tonight’s basketball fundraiser will benefit a scholarship named to honor Perrin’s memory.

Perrin was a 4th grade student at Greens Farms Elementary in 2018 when he died in a car accident shortly before summer break.

As a class, we were devastated. But for me the tragedy struck also at home. Perrin was my first cousin, and my best friend.

Perrin Delorey’s cousin Philip Sullivan (right), with Staples Service League of Boys fundraising chair Zach Gillman.

To preserve his memory, and to honor him by recognizing another member of our class with a Staples Tuition Grant, I am partnering with friends and family to create an endowed award in Perrin’s name.

The first award will be given to a member of the Staples class of 2026 this spring.

We have already raised more than $10,000 toward our goal of $25,000 to establish the award. Last night, the award was the very fortunate beneficiary of the basketball fundraiser.

A huge turnout for the Perrin Delorey Staples Tuition Grants fundraiser.

Many of Perrin’s friends were there, as was Perrin’s and my grandfather, Bill Ryan. He served as one of the referees.

To all who have participated and supported our efforts to grow this award, I extend my warmest thank you. If you would like to contribute directly to the Perrin Ryan Delorey “Do Your Best” Award, please click here.

Congratulations to SLOBs organizers: president Rei Seltzer, fundraising chair Zach Gillman, Philip Sullivan, and all the SLOBs who helped run the event. There are over SLOBs this year. Besides the STG fundraiser, they participate in a wide variety of volunteer projects, all year long.

Congrats too to the basketball champions: Evan Sealove’s team; to all 40 teams of participants, and to all the parent and student volunteers as referees, timers and more.

Thanks too to Pizza Lyfe: donors of 35 pizzas for the hungry crowd.

The winners were all freshmen! From left: Emanuel Linvald, Augie Francis, Brody Chlupsa, Evan Sealove.

Jordan Ginsberg, Sportsmanship Award winner.

 

Among the many participants: Perrin’s friends (from left) Michael Brennan, Jacob Marcucio and Charlie Curran.

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Compo Beach woman and dog … (Photo/Carol Lake)

… and a man with his best friend (Photo/John Maloney)

Roundup: Tooker, Turkeys, Trees …

Jen Tooker’s 16 years of service to Westport — as 1st selectwoman, 2nd selectwoman, and a member of the Boards of Finance and Education, and Conservation Commission — were celebrated last night, at Romanacci.

Organized by former 2nd selectwoman Andrea Moore, it brought together people from every chapter of Tooker’s public life.

In the room were former Westport Select Board members Jim Marpe, Avi Kaner and Tammy Pincavage, plus many other elected town officials and longtime friends who worked with her, and admired her dedication.

Tooker was surprised when she walked in, and touched by the outpouring of appreciation. Kaner notes, “there were heartfelt stories, laughter, and genuine gratitude for her steady leadership, warmth and unwavering commitment to Westport and its residents.”

Jen Tookekr (2nd row, 2nd from right, with former 2nd Selectwoman Andrea Moore and 1st Selectman Jim Marpe), at Romanacci.

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The Westport community has come through — big time.

Yesterday, Deputy Fire Chief Matt Cohen and Lieutenant Rob Lenois — president of the Westport Firefighters Charitable Foundation — joined volunteers with the Bridgeport Rescue Mission.

Thanks to the generosity of the Westport community, they donated 1,000 turkeys — and sides — to support a 3-day Great ThankGiving Project event.

Well done, Westport Fire Department — and Westport neighbors!

From left: Tatyana Rozetta, Bridgeport Rescue Mission volunteer manager; Westport Deputy Chief Matt Cohen; Laurie Molner, BRM director of development; Lieutenant Rob Lenois, Westport Firefighter Charitable Foundation president. 

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But wait! There’s more! On Wednesday, “06880” posted a story on a partnership between A&S Westport Fine Foods and the Conlon Amendola law firm.

They were donating 50 full Thanksgiving dinners — fresh turkeys, hams and sides — to families at Capital Prep Harbor School in Bridgeport.

They hoped a few readers could provide funds for dessert (pies).

The phones did not stop ringing. Within 24 hours all 50 pies were sponsored, by residents and former Westporters across the country.

Dr. John Corino of Norwalk Dental Arts, and an anonymous loyal A&S customer, added generous donations, allowing the meals to be increased even more.

The meals were prepared by A&S. They were delivered yesterday, then unloaded and distributed by the school’s National Honor Society students.

The drive was so successful, A&S and Conlon Amendola are planning another for Christmas, also for Capital Prep Harbor School.

Come on, “06880” readers! Email chefalpiz@gmail.com to learn how you can help.

From left: Patricia Pizzirusso (A&S), Jacquelyn Conlon and Bonnie Amendola (Conlon Amendola), Chenelle James and Dr. Joan Miller (Capital Prep Harbor School), with a few of the 50 dinners.

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And now, turning to the next big holiday:

The town’s annual tree lighting is set for the Town Hall lawn on Monday, December 1 (5 p.m.).

The Staples High School Orphenians will sing. The Westport Museum for History & Culture provides hot chocolate.

And — as always — little kids will count down to the big reveal.

Let there be (holiday) light! Here’s a look back at 2024. (Photo/Dan Woog)

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Westport was one of hundreds of participants yesterday, in the first of 2 “Fall of Freedom” days.

The event — “an urgent call to the arts community to unite in defiance of authoritarian forces sweeping the nation” — involved galleries, museums, comedy clubs, theaters and concert venues across the country, with exhibitions, performances and pubic events.

Locally, the Westport Library hosted a showing of “The Librarians.” The award-winning 2025 documentary shows an unlikely group standing up as “first responders in the fight for democracy and our First Amendment rights.”

With just 2 weeks notice, a full house filled the Trefz Forum, for the screening and a discussion. Panelists included (below from left, in photo): Westport screen and stage writer and Columbia University professor Trey Ellis; director/producer Kim A. Snyder; producer Maria Cuomo Cole; Connecticut state librarian Deborah Schander, and author Oliver Radclyffe.

(Photo/Dan Woog)

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The Board of Finance has some big-ticket items on the agenda, for their December 3 meeting (7:30 p.m., Town Hall auditorium).

Among them:

  • $3,574,260 for Board of Education building projects.
  • $330,000 to address a “critical technology initiative.”
  • $220,000 for “analysis, design, permitting and preparation of constructive documents for the replacement of the Longshore Water Supply System.”
  • $440,000 for “an analysis, design, permitting and preparation of constructive documents for the replacement of the Easton Road Sidewalk.
  • $124,000 to replace the Levitt Pavilion stage.

 Up for replacement: the Levitt Pavilion stage. (Photo/JC Martin)

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By now, you must have heard of Staples Players’ stupendous production of “Les Misérables.”

The whole town is talking about it.

With a Players record-setting 10-show run, there are 3 more opportunities: today (Saturday, November 22, 2:30 and 7:30 p.m.) and tomorrow (Sunday, November 23, 2:30 p.m.). Click here for tickets, and more information.

We’ve hailed the 70-plus actors often. They deserve all their kudos, and more.

But let’s not overlook the spectacular 30-piece pit orchestra, or the dozens of students (and adults) who constructed the jaw-dropping set.

We can’t show the musicians. They’re off stage (though hopefully they’ll get a bow tonight or tomorrow).

But here’s a look at the scenery (and lighting).

Enjoy! It will be up for — well, one day more.

(Photo/Peter McCrea)

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Speaking of Staples accomplishments: 1991 graduate Lynsey Addario is one of the most acclaimed photojournalists in the world.

The Pulitzer Prize and MacArthur Fellow winner has covered famines, civil wars, maternal mortality and more for National Geographic (among many others).

As part of the “Ask a Nat Geo Expert Anything” series, Addario speaks answered questions about the perils of her work, the personal price she pays, and how to get into photography.

Click here for her fascinating 10-minute video responses. (Hat tip: Johanna Rossi)

Lynsey Addario screenshot, from NatGeo.

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A reminder: This week’s Westport Farmers’ Market is Tuesday — not Thursday. Let the farmers and vendors enjoy Thanksgiving!

The site and time is the usual, for the winter event: 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., at Gilbertie’s Herbs & Garden Center.

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Work is underway at the Ned Dimes Marina dock.

One resident believes this is the first renovation in 30 years.

(Photo/Eric Bosch)

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Yesterday’s Roundup noted that Westport’s own Kelli O’Hara is starring in Tom Hanks’ Off-Broadway show, “This World of Tomorrow.”

She’s not the only Westporter involved.

Staples High School Class of 2008 graduate Leo Stagg is listed as “Head Automation” for the production.

We’re not not sure what that means. But it comes right after “Head Carpenter,” and just before “Head and Deck Electrician.” So Leo — who learned his tech chops with Staples Players — is one of the many unheralded crew members, without whom the curtain could not rise. (Hat tip: Lisa Marriott)

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Bob Weingarten spotted — and sends along — today’s “Westport … Naturally” photo.

He writes: “I just saw these trees changing from summer into winter, at Hillandale Road and Morningside Drive South.  Amazing how uniform the change is.”

(Photo/Bob Weingarten)

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 And finally … in honor of the changes of the season (above):

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Online Art Gallery #293

Patricia McMahon’s scrumptious Thanksgiving-themed image leads this week’s online art gallery.

A few autumnal artworks follow. Plus the usual  eclectic array of drawings, photos and more.

It’s another Saturday show. Thanks for stopping by, and admiring our “06880” artists.

You can join them! No matter your age; the style or subject you choose — and whether you’re a first-timer or old-timer — we welcome your submissions. Watercolors, oils, charcoal, pen-and-ink, acrylics, mixed media, digital, lithographs, collages, macramé, jewelry, sculpture, decoupage, needlepoint — we want whatever you’ve got.

Please email a JPG to 06880blog@gmail.com. And please include the medium you’re working in — art lovers want to know.

“Tablescaping” (Patricia McMahon — Available for sale; click here)

“Our Maple in Autumn” (Jamie Walsh)

“Autumn Path” (Dayle Brownstein)

“Reservoir Reflections” (Nancy Breakstone — Available for purchase; click here)

Untitled (Eric Bosch)

“Hiking Along the Massif de l’Esterel” — watercolor (Kathleen Burke; Available for purchase; click here)

“Neap Tide” (Lawrence Weisman)

“The Beautiful Game” — Morocco (Tom Kretsch)

 Untitled (June Rose Whittaker)

Photographer Mike Hibbard says, “Aaah! You’re a vicious cut-up!  We’re ‘deheaded’ to the compost pit!”

“Clowning Around” (Martin Ripchick — Available for purchase; click here)

“Oh, Nurse!” — graphite (Steve Stein)

“Mother Dear” — pencil on paper (Bill Fellah)

(Entrance is free to our online art gallery. But please consider a donation! Just click here — and thank you!)

November 22, 1963

Today is November 22, 2025.

If you were alive on November 22, 1963 — and were over, say, 5 years old — you understand how dramatically, and traumatically, America shifted that day.

If you weren’t, there is no way you can comprehend it.

The murder of President Kennedy was a horrific, galvanizing moment in time. It happened 62 years ago today, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

JFKI was in 5th grade. Since September my friends and I had walked to and from school. We gathered on High Point Road, cut through the Staples High School athletic fields and parking lot, sauntered down North Avenue, walked across open farmland, and arrived at Burr Farms Elementary.

We were like the “Stand By Me” boys: talking about kid stuff, reveling in our independence, figuring out each other and the world, in a world that would soon mightily change.

Minutes before school ended that beautiful Friday, the teacher from next door burst into our room. “Kennedy got killed!” she yelled. A girl broke into spontaneous applause. Her father was a leading Republican in town.

Our teacher slapped her face.

Usually, our teacher wished us a happy weekend. That day the bell rang, and we just left. No one knew how to interpret her reaction. We’d never seen a teacher hit a student before.

Then again, we’d never heard of our president being murdered.

JFK NYT

As my friends and I gathered for our ritual walk home, we suddenly had Something Big to talk about. For the first time in our lives, we discussed news. We had no details, but already we sensed that the world we knew would never be the same.

That vague feeling was confirmed the moment we walked down the exit road, into the Staples parking lot. School had been out for an hour, but clots of students huddled around cars, listening to radios. Girls sobbed — boys, too. Their arms were wrapped around each other, literally clinging together for support. I’d never seen one teenager cry. Now there were dozens.

At home, I turned on the television. Black-and-white images mirrored the scene at Staples a few minutes earlier. Newscasters struggled to contain their emotions; men and women interviewed in the street could not.

The president was dead. Now it was true. I saw it on TV.

Walter Cronkite on CBS, announcing the death of President Kennedy.

My best friend, Glenn, slept over that night. The television was on constantly. The longer I watched, the more devastated I became.

John F. Kennedy was the first president I knew. My father had taken me to a campaign rally in Bridgeport 3 years earlier. I could not articulate it then, but I admired JFK’s energy, was inspired by his youthfulness, and vowed to grow up and (like him) make a difference.

Now he was dead.

Bill Mauldin captured the grief of a nation.

Bill Mauldin captured the grief of a nation.

Saturday was rainy and blustery. I watched more TV. Like most Americans, I was obsessed by this unfolding tragedy. Like them too I had no idea that the impact of that weekend would remain, seared in my brain and heart, more than 6 decades later.

Sunday was the first day I cried. The raw emotions of all the adults around — in the streets of Westport, and on the television screen — finally overwhelmed me. I cried for the dead president, my fallen hero; for his widow and children; for everyone else who looked so sad and vulnerable.

Then — right after noon — Jack Ruby killed Lee Harvey Oswald. Once again I sat transfixed by the TV. I was stunned, and scared.

Monday was a brilliant fall day. President Kennedy was laid to rest under a crisp, cloudless sky. The unforgettably moving ceremony was watched by virtually everyone in the world with access to a television.

To my everlasting regret, I did not see it live. Glenn said we could not sit inside on a day off from school. Rather than risk being called a nerd (or whatever word we used in 1963), I chose playing touch football at Staples over watching history. I was in 5th grade. What did I know?

The coffin, at Arlington National Cemetery.

The coffin, at Arlington National Cemetery.

The next day we went back to school. The Staples parking lot looked exactly as it had before that fateful Friday. Our teacher never said a word about slapping the girl who cheered President Kennedy’s assassination.

Thanksgiving arrived on schedule 2 days later. At our dinner — like every other table in America — the adults tried to steer the conversation away from the awful events that had consumed us for nearly a week.

Life Magazine coverIn the days and months to come — as the country slowly, painfully, pulled itself out of its collective, overwhelming grief — I devoured everything about President Kennedy I could find. I saved Life, Look, Saturday Evening Post. I ordered the Warren Commission report. Like so many others I still have it all, somewhere.

In the years that followed, my admiration for the young, slain president grew, then ebbed. But it never died. He remained my political hero: the first president I ever knew, cared about, was mesmerized by, and mourned.

When President Kennedy was killed, journalist Mary McGrory said, “We’ll never laugh again.” Daniel Patrick Moynihan — who worked for JFK — replied, “Mary, we will laugh again. But we will never be young again.”

Sixty-two years ago this morning, I was a young 5th grader without a care in the world.

Walking home that afternoon, I could never not care again.

Pics Of The Day #3138

Old Mill Beach sunrise … (Photo/Cat Malkin)

… and nearby, later in the day (Photo/John Maloney)