During her tenure in the White House, Jacqueline “Jackie” Kennedy rose to become one of the most adored First Ladies in history. For everyone seeing from the outside, the life of the Southampton, New York native and the then-youngest president to assume office—John F. Kennedy—seemed like a perfect love tale.
Everything changed on that dreadful November 1963 day in Dallas, Texas, when John F. Kennedy was shot and killed. Years later, Jacqueline, sometimes known as “Jackie,” would remarry after having to adjust to a completely new life.
Despite her enormous popularity, little was known about Jackie Kennedy’s existence in the White House; even though the people loved her, there were concerns regarding her availability on a daily basis.
New details about Jacqueline and her private life were disclosed by her former bodyguard, Clint Hill, in an interview with the JFK Presidential Library and Museum.
But first, let’s examine Jackie Kennedy’s life in more detail.
On July 28, 1929, in Southampton, New York, she was born Jacqueline Lee Bouvier. Her parents are Janet Lee and John Vernon Bouvier III.
Jackie Kennedy’s formative years
The Bouvier family was well-off, and her father was a stockbroker. At an early age, Jackie showed an interest in writing, painting, and riding. She was sitting on a horse’s back pretty much as soon as she could walk.
Due to her family’s financial stability, Jackie Kennedy attended some of the top private schools available. She spent her early years composing poetry and other stories and creating her own pictures for them while residing in New York City, Hampton, Newport, and Rhode Island. She studied ballet as well.
Jackie enrolled in Miss Chapin’s School on East End Avenue in New York’s first grade. Jackie was considered by Miss Platt, one of her instructors, to be “a darling child, the prettiest little girl, very clever, very artistic, and full of the devil,” according to the JFK Library.
By coincidence, Jackie got into a lot of trouble. “Jacqueline was given a D in Form because her disturbing conduct in her geography class made it necessary to exclude her from the room,” a headmistress Miss Ethel Stringfellow said on one of her report cards.
Jackie’s parents separated when she was ten years old, and her mother Janet later wed Hugh D. Auchincloss. Then, the family relocated to his house close to Washington, D.C.
Jackie Kennedy started attending Vassar College in 1947. She returned to George Washington University in 1951 to receive her degree after spending her junior year studying at the Sorbonne in Paris.
worked as a photographer and journalist.
Jackie developed empathy for individuals from other nations, particularly the French, as a result of her stay in France. She was unaware, nevertheless, that one day she would have the title of First Lady of the United States.
“It was the most beloved year of my life.” Of her year in France, Jackie Kennedy remarked, “Being away from home gave me a chance to look at myself with a jaundiced eye.”
“I came home happy to start over here but with a love for Europe that I’m afraid will never go,” the speaker said. “I learned not to be ashamed of a real hunger for knowledge, something I had always tried to hide.”
Jackie started her first employment at the Washington Times-Herald Newspaper after graduating from George Washington University. She adopted the persona of the “Inquiring Camera Girl,” going about the city during work hours, snapping pictures of individuals and posing various inquiries to them based on the topic of the day.
She kept on her column writing for the newspaper, conducting interviews with notable figures including Richard M. Nixon and covering Dwight D. Eisenhower’s first inauguration.
Jackie got to know John F. Kennedy, the man who would become her husband, at work at the Herald. She received an invitation to a dinner party in Georgetown in 1952, sent by Charles Bartlett, a friend and fellow journalist.
How did John F. Kennedy and Jackie Kennedy get together?
John Kennedy was a buddy of his as well. When they first met, Jackie and John clicked right away.
As stated in America’s Queen: The Life of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, Jackie’s family friend Molly Thayer remarked, “She knew instantly that he would have a profound, perhaps disturbing, influence on her life.”
At her rendezvous with future president John, sparks had already flown, even though Jackie left to go on another date. Ted Kennedy, his younger brother, said that he loved her.
When he first saw her at supper, “my brother really was smitten with her right from the very beginning,” he said.
Thus, it came to pass that Jackie and John F. Kennedy fell in love. The couple wed at St. Mary’s Church in Newport, Rhode Island, on September 12, 1953. Kennedy had already been elected to the U.S. Senate by the time they traveled to Mexico for their honeymoon.
JFK had plenty of free time at the same time that his political career was flourishing. During his recuperation from the back surgery, Jackie suggested that he publish a book about US senators who had sacrificed their careers to stand up for causes they supported.
Following the publication of Profiles in Courage, JFK was awarded the 1957 Pulitzer Prize for Biography. The birth of Caroline, the Kennedy family’s first child, made it a momentous year for them as well.
The life of Jackie Kennedy in the White House
A triennial later, Kennedy declared his intention to seek the presidency. JFK took over as the country’s next president on November 8, 1960.
Jackie, then thirty-one, was instantly crowned the First Lady of the United States. Her husband became quite upset shortly after the inauguration, and Jackie and JFK had a beautiful moment.
The pair was captured in the now-famous photo by AP photographer Henry Burroughs with Jackie’s palm resting on his chin.
“Why didn’t Jack kiss you after? Everyone asked, knowing full well that he would never do that there. Jackie Kennedy said, “But you had to march out in such an order that I was about eight behind him.”
And I really, really wanted to see him by himself before lunch. And I was just so proud of him when I finally caught up to him in the Capitol.
And there’s a photo where I put my hand on his chin and, you know, he’s just staring at me, and there were actual tears in his eyes,” she continued. I thought there was no one there, and then a flash occurred. The papers stated that his wife had chuckled him beneath the chin. That was so much more poignant than a kiss, in my opinion, because he actually did start to cry.
Jackie had a strong sense of duty to her nation. She was totally committed to their family at the same time, especially because John Fitzgerald Kennedy Jr., their second child, had been born a few weeks after the inauguration.
After the death of John F. Kennedy, life
The White House grounds were updated to include a swimming pool, a treehouse, and swings to better accommodate a family with young children. As First Lady, Jackie’s primary goal was to preserve and repair the White House.
After this was finished, Jackie Kennedy personally gave a tour of the facility. Over 80 million viewers tuned in to the CBS broadcast, and Jackie Kennedy received an honorary Emmy Award.
Patrick, John and Jackie’s third child, was born on August 7, 1963. Sadly, a serious lung condition claimed his life just two days later.
Then came the notoriously horrific Dallas, Texas, tragedy of November 22, 1963, when President Kennedy was shot and died. At the age of 34, Jackie became a widow, and millions of people worldwide expressed their sorrow.
Jackie was commended for her bravery and decency at the moment. She started working on the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum shortly after her husband passed away.
Jackie quickly stepped back from the spotlight and wed Greek shipping tycoon Aristotle Onassis in 1968. In 1975, she experienced her second divorce and made the decision to start a new profession. Jackie started off as an editor at New York City’s Viking Press before moving on to Doubleday as a senior editor.
Cause of death: Jackie Kennedy
She died on May 19, 1994, of non-Hodgkins lymphoma, and was buried next to John F. Kennedy in Arlington National Cemetery, which is located outside of Washington, D.C.
All those who had known her as the First Lady were particularly hurt by her passing. However, not much is known about Jackie’s personal life, despite the fact that she rose to enormous popularity at the White House.
Clint Hill, her former bodyguard, recently opened up about his life defending Jackie, disclosing a lot of information that most people are probably unaware of.
Clint joined the Department of the Army as a counterintelligence agent and worked for President Eisenhower in Denver, Colorado. He was chosen one day to become an agent and collaborate closely with Jackie Kennedy.
He initially believed that would be a rather uninteresting detail.
“All right, we’ve made up our minds about what to do. You will be paired with Mrs. Kennedy. And I remember being extremely horrified,” Hill said.
“I was not interested in that task. I knew what prior first ladies were capable of. I had no desire to participate in fashion presentations, tea parties, or dance classes.
However, Clint quickly saw that Jackie was different from the other First Ladies who had come before her. The two struck up a wonderful friendship that progressively got better with time.
As previously stated, Jackie prioritized her children above everything else, serving as both a mother and a First Lady. Clint Hill also picked up on that very fast.
Clint Hill, a former bodyguard, describes Jackie Kennedy’s personality.
She desired that the kids grow up to be typical kids. Nothing noteworthy. They were to be handled by the agents as though they were one of their own. The children got back up if they fell. You failed to assist them. All of this has to be learned by them independently. He clarified, “She wanted to keep herself and the kids as anonymous as possible.
Yes, she made a fantastic mother. Her worries were centered around them and their schooling. In order to provide Caroline with an education, she established a school within the White House and invited several young students from various backgrounds to enroll as well. There were two teachers there, and it was located directly on the White House’s third level. He said, “They used to play out on the south grounds.”
Despite their intimate bond, Jackie always addressed Clint as Mr. Hill, while he addressed her as Mrs. Kennedy. He once moved his entire family to Squaw Island, where the Kennedy family was staying, for the duration of the summer.
As the First Lady’s bodyguard, Clint put in a lot of overtime and was frequently away from his family. As a result, his kids were essentially left fatherless.
However, Jackie occurred to observe that Clint’s kids were the same age as hers that summer on Squaw Island.
She asked Clint’s kids to come play with hers.
But as for him, he turned it down.
“She cared about us more than she did about herself.”
At last, I persuaded her by telling her that it wasn’t a good idea. In the government, I work. You are the president’s wife. These are the offspring of the President. Something should happen because I don’t think it would be a good idea for my two kids to play with your two kids. When she eventually realized what was wrong, she said, “Okay.”
Naturally, Clint Hill was there that awful November 1963 day in Dallas, Texas. He is recognizable in photos as the Secret Service operative who got into the automobile after JFK was shot.
Hill accompanied Jackie Kennedy to the hospital, and he was given credit for ensuring that no pictures were taken. He naturally desired to keep Kennedy’s privacy private. But she did something he didn’t anticipate when they got on the plane to return to Washington.
Instead of lamenting the death of her cherished spouse, Jackie Kennedy inquired about Clint Hill’s well-being.
“Oh, Mr. Hill, what’s going to happen to you now?” she exclaimed. Clint noted in the interview that “she was so much more concerned about my well-being and that of the other agents that were involved, that she wanted to make sure that we were going to be okay.”
“And I assured her, Mrs. Kennedy, I would be alright. I’ll be alright. She wasn’t dressed differently. She hadn’t tidy up. She was just shocked; she hadn’t done anything. Furthermore, she cared about us more than she did about herself.
“Daddy Has a Picture of Her”: Our Daughter Screamed during Family Dinner — The Truth Shocked Us
My little daughter was chattering excitedly about her new school and friends during dinner. Chirping about her new teacher, she exclaimed, “Daddy has a picture of her!” The blood drained from my face. What did my daughter’s teacher have to do with my husband? The truth I learned tore me apart.
It was a picture-perfect Thursday evening. We’d just moved to the new city two weeks ago, all thanks to my husband Jim’s new job.
Lily, our energetic seven-year-old, was chattering excitedly about her first day at school, her voice bubbling over with the thrill of new friendships.
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“And guess what, Mommy?” she chirped, reaching for a turkey drumstick.
“Amy and Chris were so nice! They even gave me their pencils after Amanda snatched mine.”
A smile tugged at my lips. “That’s wonderful, honey! Sounds like you’re making great friends already.”
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Just then, Lily’s smile faltered slightly. “Oh, and guess what, Mommy?” she chirped, her voice dropping a notch.
“When Ms. Willis came to class, I had a super long talk with her! By the way, Daddy has a picture of her in his study room!”
The blood drained from my face. My fork clattered onto the plate. “What? Whose picture?” I gasped.
“My Math teacher, Ms. Willis’s!” Lily chirped, taking a big scoop of icing, a dollop clinging to the tip of her nose.
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Jim, mid-sip of his pomegranate juice, choked violently, his eyes bulging in shock.
He coughed, sputtering juice onto the table. “What? Which picture?” he rasped, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Honey, are you okay?” I worriedly asked. Jim didn’t answer me and pressed Lily about the picture again.
An unsettling feeling gnawed at my gut. This picture Lily mentioned, what did it have to do with Jim?
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“The one in your drawer, Daddy!” Lily continued innocently. “Next to that funny-looking paperweight.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. “Can you show it to us after dinner, sweetie?” I managed, forcing a smile.
The rest of the meal was a blur. Every stolen glance at Jim who was nervous at this point only deepened the knot of worry in my stomach.
Once dinner was over, we followed Lily to Jim’s study room in the attic.
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I took a deep breath as she pointed to a framed picture tucked away in his drawer.
It was a picture of a woman with warm, kind eyes and a familiar dimple on her cheek, a dimple that mirrored the one on Jim’s face.
His face paled as he stared at the picture. “Is… is that your new teacher, Lily?” His voice trembled.
“Uh-huh,” Lily squeaked, tilting her head. “She seems nice, Daddy.”
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Jim’s hand shot up to clutch his chest. “What’s wrong, honey?” my eyes widened with concern.
“I… I need some air,” he mumbled, rushing out of the room.
Lily looked at me, confusion clouding her innocent eyes. “Mommy, is Daddy mad at me?”
I knelt before her, forcing a reassuring smile. “Honey, no one’s mad. Daddy’s just a little surprised, that’s all.”
But the truth was, I was surprised too, and a cold dread coiled in my stomach. What was this picture doing in Jim’s office? Who was this woman, and what connection did she have to my husband?
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That night, after putting Lily to bed, I confronted Jim.
He sat by the window, his face etched with pain and longing. I sat beside him, my hand reaching for his, silently asking for an explanation.
He met my gaze, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored the knot of worry in my stomach.
“Mary, I’m so sorry,” he shakily began. “I should’ve told you about this a long time ago.”
My heart hammered in my chest. “About what, Jim?”
He took a deep breath. “Remember how I told you I was adopted?”
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A memory surfaced. It had been years ago, during one of our first dates. Jim had confessed his past, his voice filled with a vulnerability that had drawn me to him even stronger.
“Yes,” I whispered, dread creeping into my voice. The picture of a happy family we’d been building together seemed to crack at the edges.
“Well,” his voice cracked slightly, “the day I found my new family was also the day I lost the only family I knew… my little sister, Jane.”
A gasp escaped my lips. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry,” I murmured, pulling him into a hug. “How did she…?”
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“She didn’t die,” he interrupted. “We were just… separated. I was adopted and taken to Chicago, thousands of miles away from her. She was only five years old. I never saw Jane after that.”
“Never saw her?” I echoed.
Jim pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with desperate hope. “That’s why this picture…” he trailed off, gesturing towards the framed photo in his grasp. “I think it’s my sister Jane. I found it on social media years ago, but I wasn’t sure if it was really her. She had a different last name.”
“So why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. The revelation felt like a betrayal, a secret compartment of his life I hadn’t been privy to.
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Jim reached for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. “I was scared,” he confessed. “Scared you wouldn’t understand, scared it would change things between us.”
My anger softened, replaced by a wave of understanding. “Oh, Jim,” I sighed, leaning into his touch. “The only thing that changes is that we get to find her together.”
A flicker of relief danced in his eyes. “Really?”
“Absolutely,” I confirmed, squeezing his hand. “We’ll go to the school tomorrow and meet Ms. Willis.”
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The next afternoon, butterflies fluttered in my stomach as we pulled into the parking lot at Lily’s school. Jim, usually confident and charismatic, seemed a bundle of nerves, his hand tightening around mine into a white-knuckled grip.
“You okay?” I asked softly.
He took a deep breath. “Just a little anxious. What if it’s not her?”
“Then we keep searching,” I said with a determined smile. “But deep down, I have a feeling this is it.”
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We were ushered into the lobby, a sterile space filled with diplomas and framed awards. A few tense moments passed before a woman with kind eyes and a familiar dimple walked in.
“Ms. Willis, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are here to see you,” the receptionist announced, her eyes flickering between us with a hint of curiosity.
Jim’s breath hitched. He just stood there, staring at Ms. Willis. She, on the other hand, remained composed, a polite smile gracing her lips.
“Hello,” she greeted, her voice warm and welcoming. “How can I help you?”
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Jim cleared his throat, mustering every ounce of his courage as he broke the silence.
“I… I think you might be my sister.”
The smile on Ms. Willis’s face vanished and her brow furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me? What do you mean?”
Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out the framed photo. His hand trembled slightly as he offered it to her. “I found this picture a few years ago. I’ve been searching for my sister Jane ever since. We were separated when we were kids. You… you were adopted, right?”
Ms. Willis’s eyes widened as she stared at the photo. Her face flushed red, and her hands began to tremble. “Yes, I was adopted,” she whispered. “But… I never knew I had a brother.”
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Tears welled up in Jim’s eyes. “We were separated when we were very young,” he explained. “I’ve been looking for you for so long. Even went back to the shelter, hoping to find you, but they told me you’d been adopted. I couldn’t find your adoptive parents’ address and…”
“Do you remember when and where you were born?” Jim asked, his gaze fixed on Ms. Willis, whose hands trembled slightly.
“May 20th, Greenfield,” she replied, her voice quivering. “The only thing I remember from my childhood is a raggedy teddy bear and my birth certificate.”
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A choked sob escaped Jim’s lips. He looked at me, his eyes filled with tears, and then back at Ms. Willis. “That’s it! I was born a year before you, in the same place! It has to be you, Jane. You are my sister!”
He turned to me, his voice filled with relief and joy. “We found her, Mary! We found her!”
Tears streamed down my face as I watched the reunion unfold. Years of longing, unspoken words, and unanswered questions seemed to hang heavy in the air.
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Finally, Ms. Willis broke the silence. “I can’t believe this!” she sobbed. “I always felt like something was missing all my life. But I never knew…”
Jim reached out and squeezed her hand. “I’ve missed you every day, Jane. I can’t believe I finally found you.”
They clung to each other, their tears speaking volumes of the years they’d spent apart. Even the receptionist, a stoic woman who’d witnessed countless schoolyard dramas, dabbed her eyes with a tissue.
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“Jim,” Ms. Willis sniffled, pulling back from the embrace and wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Thanks for not giving up on me.”
Jim’s eyes welled up with tears. “I promised myself I’d find you, Jane,” he choked out. “And here we are!”
He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a worn photo. It showed two young children, a boy with a gap-toothed grin and a girl with a head full of messy curls, both clutching a well-loved teddy bear.
Ms. Willis’s breath hitched. Tears misted her eyes as she pointed at the little girl. “That’s me!” she whispered.
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Jim nodded, a tear rolling down his cheek. “And that’s me,” he tearfully giggled. “We were inseparable back then.”
Silence fell again, heavy with unspoken memories. Finally, Ms. Willis took a deep breath. “This is incredible,” she said. “But I still can’t believe it. How did you find me?”
Jim explained his online search and the lucky chance encounter with the picture on social media. Ms. Willis, in turn, shared how she’d always felt a yearning for something more, a missing piece of her past.
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“I never knew about a brother,” she confided. “My adoptive parents never mentioned it.”
“Maybe they didn’t know themselves,” I offered gently. “Adoption records weren’t always kept meticulously back then.”
A thoughtful look crossed Ms. Willis’s face. “Maybe,” she conceded. “But this doesn’t change anything, does it?” She looked at Jim, a hopeful glint in her eyes.
Jim shook his head, a wide smile breaking through his tears. “No, Jane. This changes everything. For the better. We are not orphans anymore!”
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They talked for a while longer, catching up on lost years. I learned that Ms. Willis was a teacher, married with two young children. Jim, meanwhile, filled her in on our life together and Lily.
The school bell rang, jolting us back to reality. Ms. Willis looked at her watch, her smile apologetic. “I have special classes, but…” she trailed off, her gaze flickering between Jim and me.
“We understand,” I said warmly. “But maybe we could all have lunch together sometime soon? We’d love to meet your family.”
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Ms. Willis’s eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! Let me give you my number.”
We exchanged contact information, the promise of future connections hanging in the air.
As we left the school, Lily was waiting for us by the car, bouncing on the balls of her feet. When she saw us approaching, she raced forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Did you see Ms. Willis, Mommy?” she chirped. “Is she nice?”
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I knelt before her, a smile gracing my lips. “She’s the nicest,” I assured her. “And guess what? Ms. Willis is actually your aunt Jane!”
Lily’s eyes widened in surprise. “My aunt?” she echoed.
“That’s right,” Jim confirmed, picking her up in a hug. “And you have two new little cousins too!”
Lily giggled, a look of pure delight spreading across her face. The prospect of a new aunt, cousins, and family gatherings filled her with childish excitement.
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As we drove home, the setting sun casting a warm glow on the road ahead, I glanced at Jim. His face, etched with years of longing, now held a newfound peace.
“Wow,” he sighed, a wide smile spreading across his face. “We actually found her!”
“We did!” I confirmed, returning his smile. “And she seems amazing.”
That very instant, I realized that our family, though a bit unconventional, had grown a little bigger. And with that growth came a promise of new adventures, shared laughter, and a love that transcended time and distance.
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