The physical connections to most American presidents are deeply rooted in the past and unfamiliar. One can no longer see Washingtonrsquo;s birthplace or William Henry Harrisonrsquo;s log cabin. Plains; Georgia; is different; and the attachment Americans have for it remains truly unique. Jimmy Carter in Plains: A Presidential Hometown tells the inspirational story of how one man and his community transformed a nation. When Jimmy Carter; a one-term governor of Georgia; announced his candidacy for president; few took him seriously. Yet; in just two years; he managed to pull off a spectacular and unprecedented victory; thanks to his personal style of politicking and the support of his hometown. Many of his neighbors campaigned for him; and they became known as the ldquo;Peanut Brigade.rdquo; Crowds started to flock to the sleepy hamlet of Plains; making celebrities out of the candidatersquo;s mother; younger brother; and daughter. The exceptional photographs of Charles W. Plant guide the reader through the 1976 election; which made Plains ldquo;Americarsquo;s hometown.rdquo;
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Review
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful. Great local history of a very old townBy ABI grew up spending happy summer days in Sandwich on Cape Cod and was thrilled to find this book which answered many of my questions and provides information I can use to locate answers to even more questions. Anyone with a fondness for this part of the Cape and its history will enjoy this book. It was fun to revisit the places that linger so strongly in my childhood memories - fun nights up at Masthead with cozy fires in the Dutch rooom; catching frogs in the lily ponds and playing in the bamboo groves there; the Hoxie House with its incredibly wide floorboards hewn from virgin timber; the Old Grist Mill;; the Danl Webster Inn - where we dressed up and the chicken pot pie was the ultimate treat; the Sandwich Glass Museum; the Green Briar Jam Kitchens; Titcombs Bookstore - where my mom spent way too much money on her eager reader daughter; the Old Quaker Meeting House and its graveyard where I used to take rubbings of the stones and read the funny old names - not too many Hepsibahs these days. So many memories and this book brings them back. I remember the fog; the salt air; the slight smell of decay from the marshes; running around the sand bars at Sandy Neck at low tide or drawing unicorns in the warm sand of the dunes behind the beach. I remember the boardwalk out to a differemt beach and cutting my foot on the barnacle encrusted rocks there. I remember the garter snakes in the garden at the house on Spring Hill road; the bumblebees lazily visiting the rhododendrons and azaleas. I remember bringing home the sea shore treasures - skate egg cases; sea weed; clam shells; sand dollars; periwinkles; slipper shells; razor clam shells; and lots and lots of pretty flat pebbles - perfect for skipping on the water or decorating in the garden. I remember grilled cheese sandwiches and chocolate frappes and my grandpa asking for a "cuppa chowdah" at the local diner. I remember Colonel Clark and his little house with the shingles dark with age and the jawbone of a whale at the end of his driveway. The house on Nye Road with the goat in its yard - now thats a green lawn mower. I remember driving with mom to the town dump and seeing and hearing the crowds of seagulls. The visits to the little post office in town to get the mail and the trips to the local market. I remember my mom buying a lobster a letting it crawl around the kitchen floor before she popped it in the big pot of boiling water and had it for dinner - with lots of melted butter. I remember the rainy days and the softness of the air and always the fog. For me Cape Cod will always be about foggy nights; peaceful rainy days mornings; and hot sunny afternoons with my shoulders burning and my feet in the bone chilling cold of Cape Cod bay.
