A copy of Jimmy Carter’s recent book, Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid, landed on our doorstep recently. Idly, I opened it, and had a moment of total shock when I read the dedication page: “To our first great-grandchild, Henry Lewis Carter, with hopes that he will see peace and justice in the Holy Land.”
A great-grandchild? Was it possible? Is Amy a grandmother?
Were you as fascinated by Amy Carter as I was? Amy and I were almost the same age, and her father became president at the time that I was first starting to become somewhat aware of history, politics, the bigger world. (How could an American kid not be aware after the incredible red, white & blue summer of ‘76?) I was always on the lookout for news and pictures of Amy. She seemed so sweet and nice, and she was a bookworm. I was sure that we would be best friends if only we could actually meet.
What I forgot, or never knew, was that Amy wasn’t an only child. She has older brothers, and Wikipedia tells me she is not yet a grandmother. In fact, her son was born the same year as my daughter. See? We have so much in common. I’m sure we’d be best friends, if only we could actually meet. :)
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You were a much more political child than I was. I think at that age I only felt that way about Aileen Quinn, the girl who played Annie.
I had the same reaction as you, recently. someone told me about Jimmy Carter being a great-grandfather and I thought, “Dang! Amy got busy!” I, too, didn’t know about the older children.
My three degrees of separation is that a family friend who lived in DC at the time went to the same school as Amy Carter and ran a race against her at a track meet or school fun day. The friend won.
Hee hee, Veronica, I bet you also loved the “A Very Young… ” photography books (as did I).
And Doule, I’m envious!
I was 2-3 years too young and a continent too far away to know much, but Wiki tells me her eldest brother was 20 years older!