A personal portrait of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis features interviews with her closest family, friends, and colleagues, and contains personal family photos and memorabilia, such as her own drawings and poetry Carl S. Anthony has written articles about Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis for Town and Country and American Heritage. He lives in Washington D.C. As We Remember Her Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, in the Words of Her Family and Friends By Carl Sferrazza Anthony HarperCollins Publishers Copyright © 1997 Carl Sferrazza Anthony All right reserved. ISBN: 9780060176907 The Young Woman 1929-1942 I only care for the lonely sea, And I always will, I know, For the loveof the sea is born in me It will never let me go. --Jacqueline Lee Bouvier, 1942 Summer at the Shore She was supposed to be born in the middle of June, but she was born inlate July. She was supposed to be born in the city, but she was born bythe sea. It seemed as if she came into the world precisely when andwhere she wanted to. Jacqueline Lee Bouvier was born in the smalland newly constructed Southampton Hospital, near the south shore of LongIsland, New York. Twenty-one-year-old Mrs. Bouvier, the former JanetNorton Lee, was spending the summer weekend in nearby East Hampton as ashort break from the past six weeks at home waiting for the baby toarrive. Finally, on the afternoon of July 28, 1929, the small but sturdywoman was rushed to the hospital, where her eight-pound daughter wasborn. Everyone was excited, waiting for word from the hospital. Whenthe baby came home, the family rushed over and surrounded her. --John Davis, cousin It had been a hot Sunday; `record throngs atlocal beaches,' reported the New York Times . That same day, a St.Louis pilot won an airplane race--flying five hundred hours, refuelingonly thirty-five times; Aristide Briand became the new premier ofFrance; and plans were finally developed to have a lower reservoir inCentral Park converted into a children's playing field, while retainingthe larger reservoir uptown. The Coolidge administration had just endedfive months before, but prosperity was continuing under the newpresident, Herbert Hoover. More American families of all classes nowowned radios to keep up with the news. Model T Fords were alreadycongesting the bridges and avenues of Manhattan, and although blacktopnow stretched all the way out to East Hampton from the city, on MontaukHighway, many of the roads in the social hamlet were still unpaved dirtroads, winding under bowers of wisteria and banked by overgrown beachrosebushes and honeysuckle, swarming with bumblebees. It was Jackie'sfirst summer at the shore. Parents Jack Bouvier was a Wall Streetstockbroker, but he still raced about in a black Lincoln convertible ashe had since graduating from Yale. He was nicknamed `Black Jack' becauseof his jet-black hair and dark, perpetual tan. Others called him `TheSheik' because his exaggerated manner resembled that of RudolphValentino. `A most devastating figure,' his daughter Jackie recalled.His twin sisters, Maude and Michelle, were close friends of thestrong-willed Janet Lee, a noted equestrian, educated at Sweet BriarCollege and Barnard. Jack was sixteen years her senior. He waspowerful, wealthy, exotic and undeniably, darkly attractive. . . . Hewas always rushing off. To some meeting of importance, or the Yale game,or the Dempsey fight, or the horse show at the Garden. Most of the time,he was just dropping off some stunning young lady, or about to pick oneup. If the twins' friend [Janet Norton Lee] was particularly lucky, hewould pause in the doorway, flash his heart-melting smile, and whisperthe word, `Hullo.' Then he would vanish. He was dashing out of the houseone day when he stopped dead in his tracks. However long it had beensince he had last seen Janet, it had been time enough for biologicalmagic to have turned her into full and deliciously admirable womanhood.There, across the room she stood, in all her glory. Frozen, Jack eyedher, then leapt into the breach of courtship without another moment'shesitation. As he proceeded along familiar lines with his usualearnestness, the twins looked at one another in bewilderment. It musthave been overwhelming for the girl as well. . . . It didn't take longbefore they became engaged. --Kathleen Bouvier, niece-in-law of JackBouvier Janet married Jack on July 7, 1928, at the Bouvier family's East Hamptonchurch, St. Philomena. The wedding was quintessential high society inthe Jazz Age, a page out of F. Scott Fitzgerald, with bridesmaids inyellow chiffon dresses and green straw hats. An afternoon reception forfive hundred followed at the Lily Pond Lane estate that Janet's parentshad rented for the summer. Dance music was provided by the popular MeyerDavis orchestra. After a wedding night at the Plaza Hotel in New York,the Bouviers set off on a European honeymoon, crossing the Atlantic onthe SS Aquitania--the luxury liner the Joseph P. Kennedys sa