This short home movie clip captures, in a very fuzzy and faded way, my first time visiting Jerusalem in July, 1962–now over 60 years ago! I was just 16 years old, in my “Buddy Holly” teenage stage, having lived outside of Paris the previous year and wanting to major in literature and become a writer. Hemingway had taken his life not long before, and JFK was President and I had romanticized both, despited the very troubled times ahead in the 1960s as I returned to the USA.
Our family stopped in Jerusalem on the way back from two years in Teheran, where my father, an Air Force officer, had been stationed. That Jerusalem trip changed my life. This was indeed the “beginning” of my life-long “quest for the historical Jesus.”