I was five when (John) Kennedy died and ten when Bobby did. I remember coming downstairs and seeing my Mom watching the TV (in Black and White) showing Sirhan Sirhan being marched down a walkway.
I don’t remember JFK being shot but the story goes that I sounded out and read the newspaper headline to my family. That’s the edition you see above. I was recently going through some of my old stuff and found it two days before the anniversary.
I do remember looking at Life magazine and seeing John John saluting his Dad as his casket passed by the family viewing area. That, friends, was FIFTY years ago. Man, am I old or what?