of plains & politics

i was quite young when Carter was President & was certainly not political in any sense.  my first encounter with his run for President was, actually, not in the United States.  from 1975 to 1978, we lived in Scotland, and i recall that my parents had a Carter/Mondale sign in the front window of our house.  i later learned that they had asked my maternal grandmother to send them the sign from the U.S.

 while in Plains, we strolled along the little row of shops

and stumbled into political button heaven

(or the opposite, depending upon your point-of-view).

 one of us went for sentiment.

 one for in-the-moment hilarity.

 and another for strategic investment.

 can you guess who was which

& which buttons we chose?

i have no remembrances of his campaign

(recall my ex-pat status, at the time),

but i think he was fairly unknown

and just kept repeating his name,

again & again,

until it stuck.

 his campaign headquarters

were in the old train depot

in Plains, Georgia.

  my three politicos

 

a somewhat unrelated (but not)

conversational snippet

that is representative of

how i am typically able to respond

to my youngest's queries....

back to Jimmy's world.

back at the museum,

the boys tried out a replica

of the desk Carter used as President.

 Presidents Harris

part of the museum is dedicated

to the work of The Carter Center.

 to me, it was reminiscent

of the messages we heard

at the MLKJr museum in Atlanta.

 food for thought

in these times.

 well, really,

any times.

i heart Jimmy Carter.

what an honorable man.

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