“Creaks in the night, my senses sublime. Footsteps in our room, or a step back in time? Maybe I was dreaming, or maybe it’s deja vu. But this was the home of the dead; plus, Vicki heard them too.”
When Tom’s alarm rang at 6:30am on Tuesday April 23, 2024, his iPhone broke the deafening silence in our Presidential Suite at the Plains Historic Inn. But that wasn’t the first startling noise I heard since Tom dowsed the room’s lights nine hours earlier. At roughly three o’clock in the morning, chills ran up and down my stainless-steel spine when I heard three distinct footsteps in our room. That’s right – the refurbished wooden floorboards of the Inn, which was once a funeral home in the 1920s, creaked from the weight of someone walking; even though both of my companions were fast asleep in bed.
There were only three steps, and then silence once again filled the room. The sound I heard was exactly the same as I had experienced in Greeneville, Tennessee’s haunted General Morgan Inn three years earlier. Had my wild imagination taken over my subconscious, primarily because I knew our room at the Inn was once the home of the dead.
After Tom spent time in the same bathroom likely used by President Carter during his stay twenty years earlier, Vicki sat up in bed and said something to my photographer I’ll never forget. “I heard footsteps in the middle of the night – the wooden floor creaked with each step. I knew it wasn’t you because you were still sleeping alongside me. I never opened my eyes because I didn’t want to know who or what was walking around.”
While my two companions packed up their belongings and got ready to take on the day, I stood on the couch where Jimmy Carter once sat and thought about his amazing life – from this tiny town of Plains to the White House, and back again to Plains. To me, he was much more than a President of the United States. While in office, Carter represented the common-clay folks of America, but the politicians in power at the time did all they could to undermine his Presidency. With the exception of Abraham Lincoln, there hasn’t been a more honest person in the White House, before or after Jimmy Carter. And when he was voted out of office in 1980, that’s when the Peanut Farmer from Plains did some of his finest and most memorable work. For the past 40-plus years, Carter was an amazingly hard worker, as well as the consummate ambassador for peace in the world, which earned him a Nobel Peace Prize. And to top it all off, Jimmy Carter was one of the nicest men I’ve ever had the honor of meeting – which happened in 2019.
On that morning, as I paid my silent tribute to President Carter in the room where Jimmy and Rosalynn once stayed, I knew he was only a half-mile away at his home on Woodland Drive. At 99 years old, Carter is the longest-lived President in American history – he had surpassed the second-oldest, George H.W. Bush, on March 22, 2019. When it comes to longevity, as well as being an amazing humanitarian, Jimmy Carter will be a tough act to follow. God speed, Mr. President, on your journey to October 1st, your 100th birthday, and beyond.
Once our Jeep was loaded up, Tom carried me to a couple of the Carter sites that were within short walking distance of the Historic Inn. Then we finished our morning in Plains by driving to an additional six sites, including the birthplace of our 39th President. Please sit back and enjoy Tom’s photos from Day Two of our Jimmy Carter hometown tour.
The last stop on our Jimmy Carter Hometown Tour, which took the better part of two days to complete, was at the Maranatha Baptist Church. That particular church was located roughly a mile north of the Plains Historic Inn and was where Tom, Vicki, and I met President Jimmy Carter on July 14, 2019. Our return trip to the church was special to me and being there again brought back a flood of memories from five years earlier when we attended the Sunday church service and posed for photos with the President. I also thought about First Lady Rosalynn Carter, whose private funeral was held inside the church on November 29, 2023 – ten days after she passed away at her home.
At roughly 11:17am, it was time to depart Plains and head for our next destination, which was the Florida State Capitol Building in Tallahassee. Thankfully, our route south took us back through the center of Plains, which gave me one final look at the Smiling Peanut Statue, Jimmy Carter’s birthplace, the Plains Baptist Church where the President worshipped as a child, Plains High School, and the Plains Historic Inn where things went bump in the night.
I loved my time in Plains and hopefully we’ll be back at some point in the future. Even though there was 50s music playing on the Jeep’s radio, there was a 1984 song by Van Halen that began to run through my hallow resin head. Some of the lyrics to ‘Top Jimmy’ soothed my soul as I left Jimmy Carter behind one last time.
“Jimmy on the television, famous people on there with him Jimmy on the news at five. Jimmy on the radio and even on the video The baddest cat alive. Driving all the women crazy, all they want is Jimmy baby Love it when he rolls his eyes.
Top Jimmy cooks, top Jimmy swings; He’s got the look. Top Jimmy, oh, Jimmy; Top Jimmy, go Jimmy; Top Jimmy, oh, he’s the king.”
James Earl Carter, Jr. may never have been king, but he’s one of my favorite Presidents. I, for one, will be heartbroken when his final day on Earth comes. Our nation, as well as the entire world, could use a Jimmy Carter right now. We need his honesty; his integrity; and his skill at facilitating peace throughout the unsettled world we live in today. As Plains disappeared in our rearview mirror, the simple words of President Carter’s wisdom made my soul smile, just like the peanut below.
“I have often wanted to drown my troubles, but I can’t get my wife to go swimming.”
My name is Thomas Watson and I've been a U.S. history fanatic since I was 9 years old. In 2013, I decided to take my passion to the next level when I purchased a Thomas Jefferson bobble head with the sole intention of photographing that bobble head at Presidential sites. From that first day on July 10, 2013 at Spiegel Grove in Fremont, Ohio, this journey has taken on a life of its own. Now, nearly 40,000 miles later, I thought it was time to share the experiences, stories, and photos of Jefferson's travels. Keep in mind, this entire venture has been done with the deepest respect for the men who held the office as our President; no matter what their political affiliations, personal ambitions, or public scandals may have been. This blog is intended to be a true tribute to the Presidents of the United States and this story will be told Through the Eyes of Jefferson. I hope you enjoy the ride!
2 thoughts on “287: ‘TOP JIMMY’ IN PLAINS AND THE ONLY PEANUT HE HATES”
This was a very nice tribute to a truly wonderful human being. Thanks to you and Vicki I had the chance to meet President Carter in Grand Rapids. Sadly, my first visit to Plains will be his funeral. Jimmy’s appearance at Rosalynn’s funeral was so heart-breaking.
This was a very nice tribute to a truly wonderful human being. Thanks to you and Vicki I had the chance to meet President Carter in Grand Rapids. Sadly, my first visit to Plains will be his funeral. Jimmy’s appearance at Rosalynn’s funeral was so heart-breaking.
When you go to the funeral, I hope you let me and TJ go with you! Thanks for the comment and I’m glad you enjoyed the tribute.