James Patterson - The House of Kennedy

T he frail old man wakes screaming, tangled in an American flagthe same one that draped the coffin of his slain son, President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, three days after his November 22, 1963, assassination.

Joseph Kennedy Sr., the seventy-five-year-old patriarch of the Kennedy dynasty, who once could sway prime ministers and presidents with his Irish charm, is suffering the lingering effects of a stroke, unable to communicate beyond moaning the words yaaa and nooo. Trapped inside his nearly paralyzed body, he struggles to pull himself free from the flag.

The flag had sheathed the presidents casket, borne by horse-drawn caisson to Arlington National Cemetery two days earlier. After the army bugler sounded taps, the military honor guard watching over the gravesite folded the flag thirteen times to form a triangle showing only a field of blue stars, as customary, then presented it to Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, the presidents stoic widow.

And Jackie wants her beloved father-in-law to have it. The man she calls Grandpa has been convalescing at the Kennedy compound in Hyannis Port, Massachusetts, too ill to attend the funeral. Before Jackie kisses Joe Sr. good-bye to return to her two small children, Caroline and John Jr., she leaves the flag near his bedwhere, during the night, Joes niece Ann Gargan has innocently unfolded the flag and placed it over him.

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Three days earlier, when the news of Jacks death had first broken and the world mourned the assassination of the dashing thirty-fifth president, private nurse Rita Dallas kept watch over his bedridden father.

He was a helpless man who had lost a son, Dallas observed. But even more he was a man yet to be comforted by his family, yet to be told anything except that his son had been murdered.

While Joes wife, Rose Kennedy, paced in her room across the hall from her husbands, too distraught to talk, two of their children, Senator Ted Kennedy and his older sister Eunice Kennedy Shriver, rushed to Joes bedside to perform the grim family duty.

Eunice grabbed her fathers withered hand and kissed him. Daddy, theres been an accident, she whispered. Jack was in an accident, Daddy. Oh, Daddy. Jacks dead. Hes dead. But hes in Heaven, she affirmed. Jacks okay, isnt he, Daddy?

Ted, his face tearstained, told him the awful news: Dad, Jack was shot.

The man who taught his children that crying is a sign of weakness closed his eyes, and two teardrops fell down his cheeks.

Nooo, he howled.

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Already, he has outlived his firstborn, Joe Jr., a World War II navy pilot killed while flying a secret combat mission, as well as his free-spirited daughter Kathleen, who died in a private plane crash. And his oldest daughter, Rosemary, who he subjected to a disastrous experimental lobotomy, is left permanently disabled. And now, his second-born son, Jackkilled, his gruesome death caught on film.

Joseph Kennedy Sr.s lifes ambition is to place a Kennedy in the White House, and he will see his two surviving sons pick up the baton and reach for the Oval Office. But Bobby is murdered before he can capture the Democratic presidential nomination, and Ted is caught in a scandal that leaves a woman dead, dooming his chances to attain the presidency.

In July 1969, Ted Kennedy wonders aloud if a curse actually did hang over all the Kennedys. From Joe Sr.s death in November that same year to nearly three decades later in July 1999, when Jacks son (and heir apparent to Americas version of a royal family), John F. Kennedy Jr., meets his own terrible fate, tragedies continue to haunt the House of Kennedy.

The Kennedy Curse is an idea that endures.

Joseph Patrick Kennedy Sr.

T hey are known as coffin ships: overcrowded, disease-riddled, barely seaworthy sailing vessels that transport millions of impoverished Irish fleeing the mid-nineteenth-century Great Hunger, or potato famine, hoping to begin new lives in the US and Canada. Assuming they make it that farsome 30 percent of transatlantic passengers commonly die at sea during the treacherous three-thousand-mile crossings, which can take as long as four months.

Given the conditions, many travelers mark their departure from Ireland with an American wake, evoking the finality of the voyage they are about to undertake. One such traveler is Patrick Joseph Kennedy, a twenty-seven-year-old cask and barrel maker from Dunganstown, County Wexford, and future great-grandfather of President John F. Kennedy. His name appears on the 1849 manifest of the SS Washington Irving, a ship with fewer than five years under sail.

Records of shipboard conditions indicate that they are universally harrowing, and the monthlong crossing from Liverpool to Boston is no exception. Overcrowding and unsanitary quarters propagate deadly cases of cholera, smallpox, and measles; the ships crew toss scores of corpses to the sharks that incessantly circle the three-masted ship.

While Kennedy family lore tells of Patrick traveling in steerage with his bride-to-be, Bridget Murphy (as well as her parents, whod toiled their whole lives as tenant farmers of absentee British landlords), practical evidence of that cant be found. Regardless, Patrick and Bridget did most likely meet in Ireland and plan to marry in Americawhich theyll do in September 1849, in Bostons Cathedral of the Holy Cross.