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...Wednesday he climbed back into a helicopter for the return to Hyannis Port, where he took his two sons Teddy Jr. and Patrick, a Congressman, on a gruesome chore. Seven miles from shore, they boarded the salvage ship Grasp and then watched as three bodies were raised from 116 ft. under water. The cameras were far away, and Ted wore his dark glasses, but one picture captured the crumpled grief on his face. He had never looked...
...powerful telephoto lenses could register just the silhouettes of the mourners. The family bore their loved ones' ashes, three wreaths and three American flags. Caroline held her husband's hand as he clutched a canvas bag. Red, white and yellow blossoms trailed the ship as it headed back to shore...
...seemed entirely right that the young boy with the salute should be buried by the Navy at sea, not far from the beach of Hyannis, where he and his father had built sand castles, and just west of the rocky shore of Martha's Vineyard, where he had spent quiet summers after his father was gone. It would have been too much for the country to watch Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis bury her son, but she was there, nonetheless, in her daughter Caroline. "It was as if Jackie were orchestrating these ceremonies," said Kennedy social secretary Letitia Baldrige...
...Lynn Weinstein and Billy Straus were vacationing together, communing with the extraordinary gray whales in Magdalena Bay. Now the others were relaxing on the beach, not paying much attention as Kennedy swam farther and farther out into the open sea, well beyond the big lines of breakers rolling toward shore--until the friends suddenly realized they couldn't see him at all. They stood onshore, panicking and scanning the horizon, wondering whether and where and how to go after him. Finally, after a few gut-wrenching minutes, says Straus, "all of a sudden he just reappeared." Emerging from the heavy...
...life. She remarks (the memory coming alive in her eyes as fresh as yesterday) that in the spring of 1932, after the Lindbergh baby was kidnapped, a tipster told the family that the child would be found, alive, on a boat off Gay Head. Our friend watched from this shore as Charles Lindbergh flew relentlessly back and forth in his small plane over exactly these waters, searching for that boat. Our friend mimes Lindbergh's fierce, focused anguish, peering at the waves: "Where's that baby? Where's that baby...