Home Again

We are home.....

We traveled straight through with a couple of minor pauses. We slept about an hour in a Mac Donalds parking lot. That was lovely. Actually, I felt quite safe as the restaurant was open twenty fours. The other stop was in Plains Georgia where we visited Jimmie Carter's home town. We found the stop most enjoyable and were warmed by the story of a humble small town boy who rose to prominence as the President of the USA. While I don't share his political affiliation, I am impressed by the warmth of his character. His unassuming ways, his integrity, his love and compassion for his fellowman and his ever claimed faith in Christ are things anyone can look up to. I like that about him. It makes the presidency reach down to my level. We visited the museum which is his high school transformed. We didn't have much time there and wish we had had more. We walked the grounds of his father's farm and toured the home in which he grew up. That was so interesting and delightful. As we walked around the house, we picked up pecans and put them in our pockets. I told Isaiah that not everyone could say they have a bottle of pecans picked up off the ground within fifteen feet of Jimmie Carter's boyhood house. We viewed the compound in which he and Roselynn live and saw the fencing which secures the safety of those inside facilitated by the Secret Service. Jimmie teaches Sunday School at the Maranatha Baptist Church. We visited the small crisp colonial styled church building and took some pictures. Hard to believe a former president still teaches Sunday School. The movie we viewed in the museum said the president always invites visitors to have their picture taken with him after the service.

There is little commercialism in Plains. A few quaint shops, a large antique store above which is an inn with seven rooms. For the price of $74.00, we could have spent the night there. We just hankered to get home so didn't bite at the opportunity. We ate in the Old Bank Cafe. We were told the short elderly African American woman sitting in the corner was the "proprietor". That was the word used. We were impressed in the manner in which the races interacted in that little restaurant. It was different than here. One difference was that white women were working for a black woman. It was obvious she had the respect of everyone in the community. I really liked Plains and would like to visit again sometime. The south is different than the north.

We chuckled at the restaurant menu. Hamburgers were $2.50....bowl of soup $2.00. Hot dog with chili and cole slaw was $2.00. The three of us ate our fill of homemade fare for $15.00 and that included drinks and a tip. It was fun.

As we drove over the road a mile from our house, Isaiah lifted his head and said, "Thank the Lord for safety!" Amen, brother