I was six years old when President Kennedy was assassinated. I was told what had happened, and understood pretty well. We had a black and white television, and followed the happenings on this. Exactly when I heard of the assassination I don’t really remember. However I must have stayed homesick the day of the funeral, because I remember watching this on television as my mom ironed. I remember the horse-drawn wagon, and the little boy, John Jr. saluting the casket. Those things are etched in my mind forever.