28.July,1929.
– 19.May,1994.
Jackie
Kennedy Onassis
My
Favorite things about Jackie
- She was independent, she didn't follow a
crowd
- She was daring-once, she even dumped a chocolate
pie in one of her teacher's laps!
- She went out of her way to be thoughtful
On
July 28, 1929, Jacqueline Bouvier was born in a small Southampton hospital in
New York. With her birth came beauty and grace, courage and strength. The world
would never be the same again.
Jacqueline
Bouvier was born to John Vernou Bouvier III and Janet Lee. John, or Jack, as he
was usually called, was thirty-seven years old, and a New York stockbroker.
Jack, "drippingly handsome", was also called Black Jack because of
his tan skin, his dark blue eyes, and black hair. Jackie, as Jacqueline was
always called, was very close to her father. They spent days together, taking
trips to the zoo, toy stores, and ice cream parlors. Jack was very good-natured
and would do anything to please his daughter.
Janet
was twenty-two years old when she gave birth to Jackie. She was very attractive
and stylish, and a skilled horsewoman, known for her determination and
aggressiveness. She was a rather strict mother, and would even spank her
daughters if she felt it necessary. She came from a very wealthy family, as did
Jack.
Jackie
was accustomed to a glamorous lifestyle. They had their Park Avenue apartment
in Manhattan for the winter and their elegant family estate at East Hampton,
Long Island, in the summer. Jackie had a comfortable living, surrounded by
maids, butlers, nurses, and chauffeurs.
On
March third, 1933, Jackie was joined by a baby sister, Caroline Lee. One day
when Jackie and Lee, as Caroline was always called, were in their apartment
elevator, Lee looked up at the elevator man and complimented him on his shock
of blonde hair standing straight up from his forehead. She told him,
"Ernest,
you look very pretty today." Jackie looked at Ernest and then turned to
Lee.
"How
can you say such a thing, Lee? It isn’t true. You know perfectly well that
Ernest looks just like a rooster!"
Jackie
was a very active and determined girl, just like her mother. She took dancing
and ballet lessons, she showed dogs, she rode horses in horse shows, and she
went to finishing schools that taught her how to behave with politeness and
decency.
Besides
being very determined, Jackie also had a mischievous side. Once, when Jackie
was only four years old, she was at Central Park with Lee and her nanny. Jackie
wandered away from them and was found by a police officer, who took her to the
police station. He called Jackie’s mother, and when her mother arrived to pick
up Jackie, Jackie was happily talking to the policeman. Janet asked the
policeman what had happened, and he told her that Jackie had walked up to him
in the park and said, "My nurse is lost!"
When
Jackie attended Miss Chapin’s School For Girls in New York, Jackie’s
mischievousness got her the reputation of "the very worst girl in the
school". She would get into trouble just about every day, and she’d have
to visit the head-mistress, Ethel Stringfellow. Stringfellow later said,
"I mightn’t have kept Jacqueline, except that she had the most inquiring
mind we’d had in the school in thirty-five years." Jackie’s girl friends
even thought she was different. They thought she was independent-minded, at
times withdrawn, willful, and a bit rebellious. They complained that sometimes
they had the feeling that she wasn’t really there.
When
Jackie was ten years old, her parents got a divorce. There had been many
quarrels over money and Jack’s affairs. Although the family had seemed to be
very wealthy, Jack was greatly in debt because of some very bad investments.
Jack was not a good businessman, and he spent much more money than he made.
Jack had also had several extramarital affairs, many of which Janet knew of.
Janet finally divorced him in 1939. After the divorce, Jack continued to pamper
his daughters. He took them to expensive restaurants, he bought them fancy
clothes, and he took them on vacations to the beach. Once, he even rented a
puppy for Jackie to walk through Central Park. In 1942, Janet married Hugh D.
Auchincloss, a wealthy Washington lawyer. Janet, Lee, and Jackie moved to his
estate outside of Washington, D.C.
The
next year, Jackie entered a boarding school in Connecticut called Miss Porter’s
School. She excelled at art, English, and literature. Because of Jackie’s love
for writing, she wrote many short stories and poems, and even contributed articles
and cartoons to the school newspaper. Besides Jackie’s love for writing, she
also loved to read. A fellow classmate Lily Pulitzer said of Jackie, "…She
also seemed highly intellectual. I never saw her without a stack of books in
hand, even when she wasn’t studying." Jackie was very involved in theatre
and acting; she also liked to write plays, including a musical she wrote in her
junior year which was performed.
Although
she was very smart and involved in many things, she continued to be mischievous
and rebellious. She smoked cigarettes, wore too much makeup, and once she even
dumped a chocolate pie upside down in a much-hated teacher’s lap. In Jackie’s
senior yearbook, under "Ambition", she had: "Not to be a
housewife."
After
graduating from Miss Porter’s School in 1947, Jackie went to Vassar College in
Poughkeepsie, New York. She studied the history of religion, Shakespeare, and
literature. She was also learning Spanish, Italian, and French. She continued
to receive top grades, but she wasn’t as involved in school activities as she
was in Miss Potter’s School. Jackie was more focused on her social life. She
had started to date, and she went to parties and dated frequently. However, she
later referred to many of her dates as "beetle-browed bores".
Everyone
at Vassar saw Jackie as extremely shy, and although she would ask many
questions about a person, she would never reveal anything about herself. Selwa
Showker, a friend of Jackie’s at Vassar, said, "…There’s an elusive
quality about her, an inexplicable shyness. She doesn’t reveal herself and was
always very protective of her inner self.…She had a way of focusing on a person
that left one dazzled; it was most flattering."
During
Jackie’s junior year, she decided to spend a year in Paris. She studied at the
Sorbonne, learning about French art and literature. She loved the big-city life
in Paris, and she often went to museums, the ballet, and the opera. When she
returned to the United States, she transferred to George Washington University
in Washington, D.C. because she didn’t want to go back to Vassar. While
attending GWU, Vogue magazine held a writing contest for college seniors. The
winner received a one-year trainee position with Vogue magazine, spending six
months in Paris and six months in New York. Jackie was excited to enter, and
she even won, but she decided to stay back and be close to her family. In 1951,
Jackie graduated from George Washington University. She had perfected her
painting skill, and she could speak Spanish, Italian, and French fluently.
Jackie
applied for a job at the Washington-Times Herald, and she got hired as an
"Inquiring Reporter". She found people on the streets, asked them
witty and unique questions, and then took their picture. She became very good
at it, and everyone loved her column. She became known as the "Inquiring
Photographer". Some of the interesting questions she asked were:
"Do
you think a wife should let her husband think he’s smarter than she is?"
"If
you were going to be executed tomorrow morning, what would you order for your
last meal on earth?"
"If
you had a date with Marilyn Monroe, what would you talk about?"
During
Jackie’s senior year at GWU, one of Jackie’s friends invited her to a dinner party
one night. At this party, Jackie was introduced to a handsome congressman from
Massachusetts, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Jackie was not impressed by Jack, as he
was called, but by the next April, Jackie and Jack began dating regularly. In
May of 1953, when Jackie was in London covering the coronation of Queen
Elizabeth, Jack proposed to Jackie over the phone. She immediately agreed.
On
September twelfth, 1953, John and Jackie were married at St. Mary’s Church in
Newport. It was a "storybook" wedding, and everything went perfectly
except for one thing. Jack Bouvier had planned to give Jackie away, but when he
checked into the Viking Hotel, he began drinking. Jackie refused to even let
her father attend the wedding. Instead, Hugh Auchincloss gave Jackie away. Jack
and Jackie’s wedding reception was held at her stepfather’s house, called
Hammersmith Farm. They then left for their honeymoon in Acapulco, Mexico.
After
their honeymoon, Jack and Jackie found an estate in McLean, Virginia, and
Jackie began to decorate their new home. They both wanted kids, and they even
set aside part of their home as a nursery, but Jackie’s first pregnancy ended
in a miscarriage. Some other problems had also arisen. After their marriage,
they began to realize their differences. Jackie was a very private person,
whereas Jack loved to be in the limelight. When Jack took Jackie to parties,
Jack would leave Jackie and talk to everyone at the party. Jackie was much
quieter, and quite often, she answered questions with just her beautiful smile.
Another
problem was the hectic lives they led. In November of 1952, Jack had become the
Massachusetts senator, and he was quite busy with all his senator duties.
Talking about the early years of their marriage, Jackie said, "…we were
like gypsies living in and out of a suitcase. It was turbulent. Jack made
speeches all over the country and was never home more than two nights at a
time." "…I was alone almost every weekend. It was all wrong. Politics
was sort of my enemy, and we had no homelife whatsoever."
A
larger problem had grown, however, and that problem was Jack’s back. He had
injured it playing football in college, and again in World War II. His back
pain had greatly increased, and on October eleventh, 1954, Jack entered Cornell
University Medical Center in New York to take some tests. Jack’s doctors wanted
to find the reason for his chronic back pain, so they decided that he needed to
have a spinal operation. He had the operation on October twenty-first, but an
infection set in and he went into a coma. However, after a few weeks, Jack came
out of the coma. He went home for the holidays, but then the infection flared
again and he needed a second operation. The second operation was a success, and
Jack decided to write a book while he was in the hospital. Jackie spent every
day with Jack and brought him books and other things for his research. She also
helped him out by taking dictation and typing his book. The book, called
Profiles in Courage, went to the top-seller list and it won the Pulitzer Prize
for biography in 1956.
Jackie
was pregnant again, but their second baby, in 1956, was a stillborn baby. This
was a great disappointment to them both. Another disappointment came on August
third, 1957. Jackie’s father, Jack Bouvier, went into a coma. Jackie and Jack
flew in to be with him, but he had died an hour before they arrived. He died
from cancer of the liver. Jackie planned her father’s funeral at St. Patrick’s
Cathedral, and she had garlands of daisies in white wicker baskets. She said, "I
want everything to look like a summer garden."
Jack
and Jackie sold their large McLean estate and rented a typical townhouse in
Georgetown from January to May 1957. Then they bought a redbrick, federal-style
townhouse. On November twenty-seventh, 1957, there came an addition to the
Kennedy family. Jackie gave birth to Caroline Bouvier Kennedy at New York’s
Lying-In Hospital. Now, with Caroline, Jack and Jackie’s marriage greatly
improved, and they felt that they couldn’t be happier. Jackie wished her father
could have lived to see Caroline, his first grandchild. She knew he would have
been so happy to see Caroline.
Jackie
loved being a mother, and she absolutely adored spending time with Caroline.
Jackie read books to Caroline and told her stories, they played games together,
they sang songs, and they chanted nursery rhymes. When Caroline was a little
older, Jackie got Caroline a little table with drawing and painting supplies,
and Jackie and Caroline painted together.
In
1958, Jack ran for a second term for senator. Jackie decided to help him with
his campaign. She appeared at meetings and rallies, and spoke to people in
Spanish, Italian, and French. After Jack won the election, he was urged to run
for the Democratic nomination for President. He decided to run, and Jackie
offered to help him again. Jack wasn’t sure if Jackie should help him, though.
Jackie was younger and better dressed than the other wives of candidates. Jack
didn’t know how the American people would react to his glamorous wife, but he finally
agreed that she could help him. Jack had undoubtedly made the right decision,
because everywhere Jackie went during the presidential campaign, she attracted
crowds from near and far.
During
1959 and part of 1960, Jackie accompanied her husband on trips to New
Hampshire, West Virginia, Wisconsin, California, Oregon, Ohio, Rhode Island,
and New Jersey. Jackie began to really enjoy campaigning. Once, during the
presidential primaries, Jackie was in a supermarket and she picked up a
microphone and said, "Just keep on with your shopping while I tell you
about my husband, John F. Kennedy." She told them all about his career in
the Navy and the congress, and ended by saying, "Please vote for
him."
Sometimes,
though, campaigning was really stressful for Jackie. She said, "You shake
hundreds of hands in the afternoon and hundreds more at night. You get so tired
you catch yourself laughing and crying at the same time. But you pace yourself
and you get through it. You just look at it as something you have to do. You
knew it would come and you knew it was worth it." Jackie began giving
campaign speeches in Spanish, Italian, and French. She held press conferences
and fundraising teas, and she even organized listening parties for the debates
between Jack and his opponent, Richard Nixon. Jackie also started a column in
the newspaper called Campaign Wife, which brought Jack’s views to the attention
of female readers.
All
of Jack and Jackie’s hard work paid off in November when Jack won the election.
Three weeks later, on November twentieth, 1960, Jackie gave birth to John
Fitzgerald Kennedy Jr. Jackie was very glad that the campaign was over, and
decided to make only the appearances that were absolutely necessary. Jackie
said, "The official side of my life takes me away from my children a good
deal. If I were to add political duties I would have practically no time with
the children, and they’re my first responsibility." It was very
challenging for Jackie to raise her children amidst all the publicity they were
getting, and Jackie just wanted Caroline and John Jr. to live a normal life.
Jackie felt as if she had been "turned into a piece of public
property", and she did not want her children to experience that.
On
January twentieth, 1960, a freezing cold and snowy day in Washington, D.C.,
John F. Kennedy became the thirty-fifth President of the United States. When
Jack became the president, Jackie, thirty-one years old, became the First Lady.
She was the third youngest First Lady ever. The two preceding First Ladies were
more reserved and grandmotherly, whereas Jackie was young and vivacious. Jackie
knew she could never be like them, and she didn’t want to be either.
As
soon as Jackie was First Lady, she began to have an influence over the White
House, and also the entire nation. Jackie had a great love for history, and she
wanted people to see the history of the White House. "I think the White
House should show the wonderful heritage this country has," she said.
"…People who visit the White House see practically nothing that dates
before 1900. Young people should see things that develop their sense of
history." Jackie went right to work at searching for furniture that had
belonged to some of the earliest American presidents. She found a mirror that
had belonged to George Washington, and she put up a portrait of Benjamin
Franklin from the 1700’s. After she finished her work, she gave a guided tour
of the White House on television. She also wrote a guidebook for visitors to
the White House, because she wanted people to know the special history of the
things they saw. Jackie’s effort in her project was well worth it, because more
people than ever before went to the White House to see how Jackie had changed
it.
Once
the newly renovated White House was completed, Jackie began to invite
world-famous musicians and actors to perform there. A few who performed there
were the great cellist Pablo Casals, the violinist Isaac Stern, and actor Basil
Rathbone. She entertained lavishly, once hosting a party in honor of all those
alive that received a Nobel Prize. In addition to hosting parties that provided
artistic entertainment, Jackie also supported the arts in any way she was
asked. She helped raise money for the National Cultural Center, now called the
Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. Jackie also arranged for the loan of
the Mona Lisa painting, and displayed it at the National Gallery of Art.
Jackie
influenced the nation in the way she dressed. She had a clothes designer, Oleg
Cassini, who designed new and original clothes for her, and her style became
known as the "Jackie look". Practically every American female wanted
to look like her. Jackie dressed casually- she loved slacks and shorts and
riding habits. She loved the colors pink, green, and yellow, and she wore brightly
colored clothes. She had a bouffant, or full, hairstyle, and she adored small
square and round hats called pillboxes. Even though Jackie loved clothes and
was very particular about what she wore, she was puzzled over why the public
cared so much about how she dressed and did her hair. "All the talk over
what I wear and how I fix my hair has me amused," she said. "What
does my hairdo have to do with my husband’s ability to be president?"
Jackie
also had a great impact on the entire world. She took many trips to different
countries while she was the First Lady. Her first trip was in 1961, when she
went to Europe with her husband. The people truly loved her, and at one
gathering, Jack simply introduced himself by saying, "I am the man who
accompanied Jacqueline Kennedy to Paris!" The following year Jackie went
to India with her sister, and this country loved Jackie so much that the
President gave her a thoroughbred stallion. Throughout the rest of Jackie’s
years as First Lady, she also visited Mexico, Venezuela, Canada, Greece,
Colombia, Turkey, and Morocco.
When
Jackie was pregnant again in 1963, she only appeared in public twice, and the
rest of the time she spent relaxing on Squaw Island. Weeks before the baby was
due, on August seventh, 1963, she gave birth to a baby boy, whom they named
Patrick. Patrick seemed to be completely normal and healthy, but young Patrick
had an infection and he died two days later. This was Jackie’s third child that
had died, and she and Jack were heartbroken.
In November of 1963, Jack decided to make a trip to Texas
to change some minds about racism and civil rights. He asked Jackie if she
would like to help him in his cause, and she accepted. They arrived in Dallas,
Texas on November 23, 1963, and they were warmly greeted by five-thousand fans.
On this particular day, Jackie wore a strawberry pink suit and a matching
pillbox hat, an outfit which was to become well-known within minutes,
recognized as the outfit Jackie wore on the day of her husband’s death. Jackie
and her husband sat in the back of an open car, as they drove through the
streets of Dallas, happily waving to the people crowded on the streets.
Suddenly
there was a sharp crack, and Jackie turned to face her husband, who was
beginning to slump forward, his hand at his throat. Then there was another
gunshot, and the back of Jack’s head was torn away by a bullet. "My God,
what are they doing?" Jackie screamed. "My God, they’ve killed Jack,
they’ve killed my husband… Jack, Jack!" (They rushed to the nearest
hospital, and the doctors tried frantically to save Jack, but the situation was
hopeless. J.F.K., an exceptional President, a devoted husband, and a loving
father, had died.
Flying
back to Washington, D.C. via Air Force One, Jackie stood by as Vice- President
Lyndon Johnson was sworn in as the next President. Bobby Kennedy met Jackie in
Washington, D.C. and together, they planned Jack’s funeral. Jackie wanted her
husband’s funeral to be just like Lincoln’s, because both Presidents had been
assassinated. The day after their return from Dallas, President Kennedy’s body
lay in the Capitol Rotunda, the coffin draped with an American flag. The
President’s body was in the rotunda for two days, while 250,000 people passed
by. On the second day of the viewing, Jackie took Caroline to the rotunda, and
she told Caroline, "We’re going to say good-bye to Daddy, and we’re going
to kiss him good-bye and tell Daddy how much we love him and how much we’ll
always miss him." And with that, the two bent down and kissed the
President’s coffin.
The
next day, Jackie and J.F.K.’s two brothers, along with dozens of world leaders,
walked behind the horse-drawn caisson that held her husband’s body. The caisson
at the front of the funeral procession was followed by a riderless black horse
with its stirrups hanging backward from the saddle. The service was at St.
Matthew’s Cathedral, and Jack was buried at Arlington National Cemetery. At the
burial, fifty fighter jets flew in formation overhead, and Jackie lit the
eternal flame which would forever burn in honor of the President. Then, after a
twenty-one-gun salute, the taps were played by a lone bugle, and the American
flag was folded and given to Jackie. J.F.K. was lowered into the ground.
Jackie
showed great courage and strength all throughout this traumatic event, and she
set an example to the entire world. Less than two weeks after the death of her
husband, Jackie, Carolyn, and John were out of the White House, and they had
moved back to Georgetown. But they were surrounded by tourists and members of the
press. They moved to New York, her kids enrolled in school, and they began to
live a normal life. Jackie became really involved with her children, teaching
them how to ride horseback, taking them rowing in Central Park, and vacationing
in Hawaii and Switzerland. She took them to the circus and to the New York
World’s Fair.
Jackie
tried to live like she always had, but she had hard times, too. Every day she
was haunted by her loss, and everywhere she went and everything she did
reminded her of her husband. She cried all the time, and at worst, Jackie would
even stay in her bed for hours, taking sedatives and anti-depressants. She
became anti-social, and planned parties which she didn’t attend, made
appointments she didn’t keep; she was wallowing in self-pity. Once, when she
met with a man about the decoration of her new house, she just couldn’t take it
any longer. Sinking into a chair, she buried her face in her hands and wept.
To
add to Jackie’s pain, in June, 1968, Jack’s younger brother, Bobby Kennedy, was
assassinated. In March, 1968, Senator Robert Kennedy had decided to run for
President. On the night of the California primary election, Bobby was leaving
the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, and he was shot and killed. This was
terribly hard for Jackie, because she had become real close to him since the
death of her husband. Jackie later told a friend, "I hate this country. I
despise America and I don’t want my children to live here anymore. If they’re
killing Kennedys, my children are number one targets.… I want to get out of
this country."
In
the summer of 1968, Jackie announced her engagement to Aristotle Socrates
Onassis, a wealthy shipowner in his sixties. People were shocked to hear that
Jackie was planning on marrying Onassis, whose reputation as a businessman was
not very honorable. However, John H. Davis, Jackie’s cousin, was not surprised
at Jackie’s announcement. He said that the Onassis marriage "…gave her the
security and companionship she desperately needed after the second Kennedy assassination."
Jackie
and Ari were married on October twentieth, 1968 on the island of Skorpios.
After the wedding, Jackie, Carolyn, and John moved to Skorpios to live with
Ari. One of the advantages of the marriage was the move to Skorpios, because it
assuaged Jackie’s fears about the privacy and safety of her children, because
Skorpios was a very isolated island. At first, Jackie and Ari’s marriage was
successful, but soon the marriage began to go downhill. There were many
quarrels over money problems because Jackie was wildly extravagant. Also, Ari’s
son had just died in a plane accident, and he became bitter and depressed. He
even thought about divorcing Jackie.
Aristotle
did not get a chance to divorce Jackie, however. In January of 1975, he became seriously
ill and entered the American Hospital in Paris. Two months later, on March
fifteenth, Ari passed away. Even though Jackie’s life with Ari certainly wasn’t
always rosy, she did not regret their marriage. After the funeral, she wrote a
statement about Ari.
"Aristotle
Onassis rescued me at a moment when my life was engulfed with shadows. He
brought me into a world where one could find both happiness and love. We lived
through many beautiful experiences together which cannot be forgotten, and for
which I will be eternally grateful."
After
the death of her second husband, Jackie had a new outlook on life. She realized
that she never had had a true identity of her own. First she was a President’s
wife, and then she was the wife of one of the richest men in the world. She now
wanted to be independent, and to achieve success based on her own merits. She
wanted to be known for what she did, not what her husband did. Jackie and her
kids moved back to New York, and she had more free time to spend with Carolyn
and John, to paint, sketch, and to read.
Soon
after returning to New York, Jackie took her first job since her Inquiring
Photographer days at Washington-Times Herald. She became a book editor. She was
first a book editor at Viking, then she switched to Doubleday.
Everyone
at Doubleday loved her, including the president of Doubleday, Steven Rubin.
"She had this tremendous enthusiasm when she talked about a book," he
said. "Every single person on the staff adored her. She really connected
with the authors, too. She was warm, engaging, smart- a friend." A writer
also opined that Jackie had a great enthusiasm. He said, "When Jackie got
enthusiastic, you thought she was going to burst into song."
One
day at the beginning of 1994, Jackie went to the doctor. Thinking she had just
an average cold, she was taken aback when she was told she had non-Hodgkin’s
lymphoma, a form of cancer that attacks the immune system. The only treatment
she could take was chemotherapy, which is often effective in treating cancer, but
it also has many unpleasant side effects such as nausea. Jackie decided to take
chemotherapy, and she again showed great strength; with pluck, Jackie said that
the treatments weren’t so bad-she could read a book while they were given.
In
spite of everything, Jackie persevered and maintained many of her usual
activities. She was still working at Doubleday, she still spent quality time
with her grandchildren, and she did things with her friends. She, and many
others, expected that she would win this battle, just like she had won so many
before. Unfortunately, when Jackie went back to the hospital for a check-up,
she found out that the cancer had spread to other organs. At this point, the
doctors could do nothing more to save her.
Jackie
decided to spend her last days at home with friends and family. Caroline and
John Jr. took their mother home, and they stayed by her side day and night,
along with Maurice Tempelsmen. Ted Kennedy flew in to see her, Jackie’s priest
came, and many other friends and family came to see with her for the last time.
On May nineteenth, at approximately ten-fifteen, Jackie, sixty-four years old,
passed on. As her son, John, put it, "She was surrounded by her friends
and her family and her books and the people and things she loved… and now she’s
in God’s hands."
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