Your doctor, Steven Meyer. Oh, he loved my son. But it wasn’t right how he loved him, and I didn’t do anything. I just let it happen. I didn’t want to hear it, but I saw it. I went in the tent. He was holding him, and it was wrong. Wrong.
The Kennedy family in the south of France in the summer of 1939. They lived ina nearby villa but rented a beach cabana at the Hotel Cap d’Antibes, where this photo was taken. Bobby and Jean are in the front row: Jack, Eunice, Joe Sr., and Pat in the middle; Kick, Joe Jr., Rosemary, Rose, and Teddy in the back.
“Forced to raise the nine children largely by herself in her husband’s extended absences, Mrs. Kennedy had developed a host of regimens to cope with her large household. She treated motherhood as an organizational problem. Every Saturday night, the children were weighed; and every three weeks they had their braces tightened. Mrs. Kennedy was not given to physical demonstrations of affection. Holding babies was delegated to nurses while she tended to other areas of her children’s upbringing. Every morning she would be seated at the breakfast table before the first child was awake and would remain there until the last one had staggered down, to make sure each of them ate the proper food and brushed his teeth. At night, she would leave notes pinned to their pillows.”- Kathleen Kennedy: Her Life and Times