See, forty years ago today, Nixon was being inaugurated. Thirty-Two years ago, Jimmy Carter was being sworn in to the Presidency. 1981, we welcomed Ronald Reagan to lead this nation. The list, of course, goes on from there and had gone on before the mentioning of these leaders.
All this leads to the mix . . .
Birthdays . . . one of the ones I remember the most did not necessarily have a great ending . . . family did gather . . . crowds gathered, for that matter. . . I do not remember the gifts I received. . . But I do know there were speeches given . . . people cheered . . . there may have even been some tears.
My birthday is January 20th and the year was 1977.
The day started out wonderful. My grandmother was visiting from Nebraska (we lived in Colorado at the time, but did not get to see her very often). My mom had made my all time favorite breakfast – French toast. Now, I tended to like my French toast rather simple, butter was all I needed on top! But this being a special day, you know, my birthday and my grandmother was there. She talked me into venturing out a bit, and convinced me to try something new, maple syrup on my French toast! It was different, not necessarily bad, just new (hang with me, this is relevant).
So I gobble down my breakfast and then I was off to school.
A few hours later, I became sick. Sick to my stomach sick. My mom was called; I was picked and went home, thinking and believing, the maple syrup made me sick! And sad to say, I still, to this day, do not add maple syrup to my French toast, pancakes, nada! Nope, not going to happen . . .
But this is where the gathering begins . . .
We turned on the TV.
And we watched . . .
The countries 39th President – Jimmy Carter – be sworn in.
As I said, crowds were gathered, speeches were given, people cheered, and probably, some people shed some tears.
Four years later, we had moved to Georgia. On my birthday, I again, got out of school early. This time, not because I was sick, but to experience history taking place . . .
to see Jimmy Carter return to his hometown.
I have recently found some really bad pictures from that day in 1981 . . .
It was rainy and cold, and as said above, I had been taken out of school early and we headed to Jimmy Carters hometown to see his return. We went to the feild where the helicopters were landing. My mom and brother are in the picture. We were hoping to see my cousin, who was one of the pilots during Carter's presidency. We did not - he stayed in Macon.