Grandma's hands...

This Saturday marked the 45th anniversary of the assassination of President John F Kennedy in Dallas, Texas. While that day was one of those so-called defining moments where people say they remember what they were doing, I was far FAR too young then.

What I do remember vividly is visiting my grandmother's house in the southern US as a child. Her living room was unremarkable as far most of that era, with one wall given over to photos and images she found important. I remember there were pictures of her many children, my aunties and uncles - most in military uniforms - smiling out at me through younger eyes; she and her by-then deceased husband in their best, if old-fashioned, clothes. But there were three pictures placed above them all: a photo of John F Kennedy, one of Martin Luther King Jr, and an image of Jesus.

Yes, I may have been too young, but I do remember.

- Farmer Ted