His writing style is a bit dull at times; he talks much more easily. Carter has written more than a dozen books since he left the White House; this vivid recollection of his Georgia childhood will probably be one of his most popular efforts. Small abrasion on front board paper cover; dustjacket with small name on front panel upper corner see scan. I haven't read other history books about Georgia in that time or talked to anyone who lived in Georgia at that time so I do not know how accurate Carter's memories are. Although I was born in Plains and actually lived next door to my future wife, Rosalynn, when she was a baby, the first thing I remember clearly was when I was four years old and my father took us out to show us our new home on the farm.
Our house was surrounded by a white-sanded yard, which we had to sweep frequently to remove fowl and animal droppings and leaves from our pecan, magnolia, mulberry, and chinaberry trees. After ascertaining through a messenger that we were at home, he would arrive in his chauffeured black Packard or Cadillac, park in our front yard, and sound the horn. We drew water from a well in the yard, and every day of the year we had the chore of keeping extra bucketfuls in the kitchen and on the back porch, combined with the constant wood-sawing and chopping to supply the cooking stove and fireplaces. I thoroughly enjoyed this memoir of Georgia in the 30s and 40s. He used a singsong rhythm on occasion, even when quoting scripture, so that long-familiar words assumed a different meaning. When we passed someone's house, we felt somewhat uncomfortable if we didn't see anyone there with whom we could exchange a wave or a hello. He was a hard worker and had a hard life on a farm.
It's definitely worth reading, and amazing to think of this little boy growing up to be President. Much of that segregated life style will not be missed, but knowing about it, how it worked and why it ultimately should not, could not and did not continue is a valuable history lesson. The fence corners were well braced, and the gates were level, swung easily, and were strong enough for little boys to ride on them. Carter, the son of a southwest Georgia landowner, grew up amongst sharecroppers in the desperately poor depression years. C36 2001 In an American story of enduring importance, Jimmy Carter re-creates his Depression-era boyhood on a Georgia farm, before the civil rights movement that changed it and the country. His father plowed with a plow and a mule.
Of course, being the white owner of a farm, he operated from a clear position of authority with any black person who worked for him. Prior to becoming president, Carter served two terms in the Georgia Senate and as the 76th Governor of Georgia, from 1971 to 1975. Most of our woodlands were also fenced, having some value as forage areas for the livestock. He lives in Plains, Georgia. The most memorable radio broadcast was in 1938, the night of the return match between heavyweight boxers Joe Louis and Max Schmeling. In what is sure to become a classic, the bestselling author of Living Faith and Sources of Strength writes about the powerful rhythms of countryside and community in a sharecropping economy.
Carter describes the five other people who shaped his early life, only two of them white: his eccentric relatives who sometimes caused the boy to examine his heritage with dismay; the boyhood friends with whom he hunted with slingshots and boomerangs and worked the farm, but who could not attend the same school; and the eminent black bishop who refused to come to the Carters' back door but who would stand near his Cadillac in the front yard discussing crops and politics with Jimmy's father. Toward the end of the 1930s, not long before I left home, my mother's parents moved in and lived there for several years. An Hour Before Daylight is destined to stand with other timeless works of American literature. We became close friends, but there was always some restraint as to intimacy between us. At hog-killing time, he fixed souse meat, a conglomeration of meat from heads, feet, and other animal parts that were boiled to a thick, soft mush, heavily spiced, and then congealed into a loaf that could be sliced for later consumption.
In what is sure to become a classic, the bestselling author of Living Faith and Sources of Strength writes about the powerful rhythms of countryside and community in a sharecropping economy. We also had mashed Irish potatoes or rice and gravy, biscuits, and a pie made from seasonal fruit or sweet potatoes. Bishop Johnson was certainly aware of the racial customs of the day, but he did not consider it appropriate to comply with all of them. If you liked Jimmy Carter at all, you'll enjoy learning about his life in this memoir. Ray JenkinsBaltimore SunMore than just an engaging memoir, this book is first-rate social history, a portrait of a subculture of America. Chapter 1: Land, Farm, and Place If you leave Savannah on the coast and travel on the only U. There are fewer and fewer people who have lived an authentic rural life.
I enjoy his writing style to the point I have bought several more of his books. He does write a lot about racial segregation and the ways that people skirted around it to continue their lives. So there were negative and positive aspects of our white Southern heritage. The soil on this neighboring farm was comparatively thin and sandy, and a series of white families moved in for a crop or two before abandoning the effort. Before I was big enough for real fieldwork, Daddy encouraged me to spend time with Jack Clark, knowing that it was the best way for me to be educated about farm life, as Jack kept up a constant stream of comments about the world as he knew or envisioned it. Paul Ryan 2012 Book Reviews from Amazon.
As I got older, I helped with all the jobs in the shop, but was always most interested in working with wood, especially in shaping pieces with froe, plane, drawknife, and spokeshave. He describes farm life, family issues, slowly getting more responsibilities on the farm, having fun with friends, church functions, community functions, and growing up during segregation that he never really understood until he was a t An autobiographical history lesson of rural southern life I have never been disappointed with President Carter's writings. Carter describes the five other people who shaped his early life, only two of them white: his eccentric relatives who sometimes caused the boy to examine his heritage with dismay; the boyhood friends with whom he hunted with slingshots and boomerangs and worked the farm, but who could not attend the same school; and the eminent black bishop who refused to come to the Carters back door but who would stand near his Cadillac in the front yard discussing crops and politics with Jimmys father. Now water pumps did not depend on hand labor; there could be indoor bathrooms, electric lights in every room, an electric stove and a refrigerator in the kitchen. I learned a lot from Daddy, and also from Jack Clark, a middle-aged black man who was something of a supervisor on our farm and did most of the mule- and horse-shoeing. He minded his own business, settled his accounts on time, barely made a living, and every now and then mentioned how much he wanted children. Carter's family was land-owning, and hence middle-class, but certainly poor by today's standards, and poor by the standards of the 1930s compared to typical Northerners.