I’m still angry that I was in the presence of a ouija board inches away from JFK’s bedroom and I never got to use it to ask him what his deal was

hey bestie, so

excuse me????????????

Ok, so I once had the opportunity to tour the Kennedy house as part of a school project. The curator from the JFK Library was in charge at the time, and he was explaining what a project it was to catalog everything in the house, because this was a very rich, very enormous, and very self-centered family who knew that the place would be a museum someday.

We’re all hanging out in the living room during this speech, and I’m sitting roughly where JFK is (not in the same chair, obviously. Although they still have the same couch, because the Pope sat in it once so it’s holy). Just out of frame to the right is the door to JFK’s childhood bedroom. Unlike everything else in the house, it hasn’t been changed since 1963. It’s a literal shrine. There is probably still dust in there from the 60s.

So the curator says before we go explore the other parts of the house, he wants to show us what it’s like dealing with the Kennedy hoard. He asks me to get up and we move the chair so he can open the cabinets behind and show us the array of 1940s board games that will come spilling out.

And uhhh…

Never in my life have I wanted to touch a historic artifact more.

If none of the Kennedys has taken this thing out and used it on Uncle John I will be so much more disappointed in this family than I already am.

Also on this tour:

• Patrick Kennedy randomly wanders in, because apparently he still had a key at that point and wanted to know why there were voices coming from the living room. Our teacher is as confused as we are
• We are introduced to Rose Kennedy’s nightmare-inducing basement room filled with creepy dolls from all over the world that hasn’t been touched in decades (no pics, sadly)
• We meet the elderly caretaker, Artie, who has been with the family since time began. We ask him how he managed to stay employed through so many generations and scandals. His answer: “Because I kept my mouth shut”
• A random jogger shows up and is very politely told to go away by security
• We are shown the house next door that (at that time) Taylor Swift was living in, but were not allowed to go in. Or meet Taylor.
• Having driven multiple hours to get down there, my classmates and I fulfil a lifelong dream of getting to use a president’s toilet

UH