115: HEY, HEY, LBJ – I TOURED YOUR RANCH TODAY

When the alarm went off at 6:00am on Saturday July 20, 2019, my photographer hustled to get ready for the day. His first goal of the morning was to walk back to the Alamo to capture images of me in front of the historic mission without others in the photo; which ended up as a total success. Before we returned to our room, Tom also photographed the statue of Theodore Roosevelt that was located in front of the Menger Hotel. Roosevelt was one of twelve Presidents to spend time at the hotel and he had recruited members of his ‘Rough Riders’ in the hotel’s bar. During the Spanish-American War, Teddy Roosevelt trained with his ‘Rough Riders’ in San Antonio.

On the morning of July 20, 2019, I once again stood where Senator John F. Kennedy delivered his campaign speech in front of the Alamo. We had arrived early in the morning before the throng of tourists got there – and it was awesome to be alone with the historic mission.
This mounted statue of Theodore Roosevelt was situated near the Menger Hotel where the future President recruited members of his ‘Rough Riders’ regiment.
The historic Menger Hotel served as a backdrop to the Theodore Roosevelt statue.

My photographer and his wife had the Highlander packed just after 8:00am and we headed out of San Antonio towards our first destination of the day – The LBJ Ranch near Stonewall, Texas. The 75-mile drive seemed to go quickly, at least from my cozy spot in the camera case on the back seat. After my companions obtained a map of the entire Lyndon B. Johnson National Historic Park from the Visitor Center, we made our way across the Pedernales River where we found the Junction School.

The Junction School was a one-room schoolhouse built in 1910. During the 1912-13 school year, a young four-year old boy, who lived down the road from the school, began his education there with his first teacher – Miss Katie Deadrich. Future 36th President Lyndon Baines Johnson only attended the Junction School for a few months before a whooping cough epidemic closed the area school systems for the remainder of the year. LBJ’s family moved to Johnson City before the following school year began. Tom carried me to various areas around the building before we ventured inside to the see the replica furnishings in the school. Before we left, my photographer placed me on the school’s window sill that was directly behind a wooden table and bench that represented the place where President Johnson sat with former teacher Katie Deadrich on April 11, 1965 when he signed the Federal Aid to Education Bill into law. As I stood in front of the window, it was as though I could see the President seated at the table alongside his childhood teacher.

The Junction School, now part of the Lyndon B. Johnson National Historic Park, has stood at this site since 1910.
Lyndon Baines Johnson began his education here as a four-year old during the 1912-13 school year. Although he only attended school here for a few months, the building remained dear to him even after becoming our 36th President.
While the interior of the school was filled with replica furnishings that were behind glass, it was still cool to see where LBJ began his education.
Teachers can have a huge impact on their students – for Lyndon Johnson, it was Miss Katie Deadrich. My photographer has always credited Mr. Bill Ameel, his eighth grade teacher, for his interest in history.
From my position on the school’s window ledge, it was as though I could see President Lyndon Johnson seated next to his childhood teacher Katie Deadrich when he signed the Federal Aid to Education Bill in 1965.
Even though the table and bench were replicas of the original, it was great to stand where history was made.
With his first teacher, Miss Katie Deadrich, alongside him at the Junction School near his birthplace, President Lyndon B. Johnson signed the Federal Aid to Education Bill on May 11, 1965.

My photographer and I had spent about 15 minutes as we explored in and around the Junction School. The next stop, at least for me, was one I had anticipated since we left Michigan – the grave of Lyndon B. Johnson. In my travels since 2013, I had visited every Presidential gravesite except two. As we headed southwest for about a half mile along the Pedernales River, I was about to cross one of them off my list. The Johnson Family Cemetery was located almost across the road from the President’s birthplace, and it was a place that he loved to visit when he was home. LBJ once stated: “I come down here almost every evening when I’m at home. It’s always quiet and peaceful here under the shade of these beautiful oak trees.”

When Vicki pulled our vehicle into the nearby parking lot, Tom carried me to the locked gate at the cemetery’s entrance. There was a three-foot-tall stone wall that surrounded most of the burial ground; but since it wasn’t very high, I thought it could be easily scaled by my “not so graceful” photographer. President Johnson’s red granite tombstone was located roughly 100 feet from the wall and it was in a straight line with ten other granite markers; including Lady Bird’s that was next to his. Due to the location of LBJ’s tombstone, it made it difficult for Tom to get good images of me posing with it; but he did the best he could without entering the graveyard. After giving it some thought, my photographer knew he had to get me closer; but Tom decided to wait until after we saw the rest of the sites on the LBJ Ranch before he attempted to scale the wall. My camera guy figured if we were apprehended and kicked out of the historic site for trespassing, he would’ve already captured all of the photos of me on the ranch that we needed.

The Johnson Family Cemetery where President Lyndon B. Johnson was laid to rest following his death on January 22, 1973. The first person buried there was Priscilla Bunton, LBJ’s great grandmother, who had died on April 28, 1905.
As I stood on the stone fence that surround the burial ground, I knew that Tom would have to scale that wall if he wanted to get me closer to LBJ’s tombstone.
In my mind, I hoped that my photographer would place me on LBJ’s tombstone; but he decided to wait. Lyndon’s great grandmother’s tombstone is the white marker with the lamb on top in the distance. It was the first grave in the cemetery.
Lyndon and Lady Bird Johnson’s tombstones were the tallest two in the straight line of family grave markers.

When Tom finished taking his pictures at the Johnson Family Cemetery, I knew in my resin-filled heart that we’d be back; and quite frankly, I looked forward to standing on LBJ’s tombstone. My photographer placed me back on the Highlander’s back seat and Vicki proceeded to drive the three of us roughly a half mile southwest from the cemetery to Lyndon Johnson’s pride and joy: the Texas White House that was the crown jewel of the LBJ Ranch. Shortly after our arrival to the Johnson homestead, our tour of the grounds that surrounded the Texas White House began. In past years, the interior of the home was open to the public. However, in August 2018, structural safety concerns were discovered and those concerns forced the NPS to close the building to the public. Our tour guide, who was NPS Ranger Jack Burton, seemed very cool and informative as he led us as close to the front of the home as possible. When we arrived near the swimming pool, which was installed in 1955 after Senator Johnson’s near-fatal heart attack, Ranger Burton allowed me to stand on the pool’s diving board. As my photographer carefully place me onto the diving board, I thought he might slip and fall into the pool; which would have made my day.

During our time in front of the Texas White House, I thought about President Johnson in his bedroom on January 22, 1973 when he suffered a massive heart attack. It was roughly 3:39pm and as his heartbeat for the final few times, he telephoned his Secret Service agents for help. When the agents arrived moments later, the 64-year-old former President was dead – the telephone was still in his hand. Hopefully someday, when the home is re-opened to visitors, I will be photographed in LBJ’s bedroom.

Shortly before our tour began, I had a moment to stand near the front fence of Lyndon Johnson’s Texas White House.
President Johnson posed with his family in front of the Texas White House.
While I posed outside this section of the house, I thought it may have been LBJ’s office because of the eagle decoration above the door. It turned out to be the Johnson’s living room.
The President often held meetings under the large Texas live oak tree in the front yard of the Texas White House. The Living Room that I stood near can be seen in the background.
It was an honor for me to stand close to LBJ’s beloved home. The Johnson’s den was located behind me and their yellow sitting room was to my left.
I love standing in the footsteps of the Presidents and I knew for a fact that LBJ had walked many times along the sidewalk behind me.
The new President with his family, wife Lady Bird and daughters Lynda and Luci, on Christmas Day 1963.
From my position near the pool, I could see the three windows of LBJ’s bedroom to the right of the tree. It was in that room where President Johnson died in 1973.
There were two pools at the LBJ Ranch that were installed after Senator Johnson’s heart attack in 1955. The indoor pool, which they used during the winter months, was located inside the building in the distance.
President Johnson was photographed playing ball with friends in his swimming pool. The diving board that I stood on is shown in the background.
I was honored, and surprised, to stand on the diving board of LBJ’s swimming pool. As I stood there, it was as though I could see the President splashing in the water with his friends.
The carport was situated in the back of the Texas White House.
NPS Ranger Jack Burton held me safely in his hands at the conclusion of our guided tour. Jack was cool as he allowed me to stand on the diving board. Hopefully in the future, Ranger Burton will bend the rules and allow me to be photographed inside the Texas White House.

The Texas White House on the LBJ Ranch was originally built in 1894. About 15 years later, the future President’s Aunt Frank and Uncle Clarence Martin bought the house and lived there until Frank sold it to Lyndon Johnson in 1951. After I posed for a photo with our guide Jack Burton, the three of us walked to an outbuilding where some of LBJ’s favorite automobiles were on display. While his golf cart, white Lincoln Continentals and Ford Phaeton were cool, the vehicle that impressed me the most was LBJ’s 1962 Amphicar – which was a car and boat all in one. Numerous stories from the ranch emerged that centered on Lyndon Johnson’s Amphicar and his sense of humor. The President frequently drove guests around the area in his light blue German-made vehicle. When LBJ’s small entourage arrived at Lake Lyndon B. Johnson, which was near Granite Shoals, Texas, the President drove the vehicle straight for the water and yelled out: “The brakes don’t work! The brakes won’t hold! We’re going in! We’re going under!”  When the car floated and Johnson engaged the propeller to maneuver around in the water, the President laughed out loud and teased his terrified guests. Who would’ve guessed that LBJ was such a prankster?

I’m standing next to one of LBJ’s Cushman golf carts that he used to take visitors from the ranch’s air strip to the Texas White House.
This was Lyndon B. Johnson’s 1934 Ford Phaeton that he used to take guests deer hunting on the ranch or to drive visitors across the river near the Johnson Dam.
Lyndon drove Lady Bird Johnson in the Ford Phaeton as they crossed the Pedernales River on the Johnson Dam in 1959.
There were a pair of white convertible Lincoln Continentals that were the pride of LBJ’s vehicle fleet at the ranch.
President Johnson was photographed driving one of his Lincoln’s on the ranch; his family and pet dog were on board as well.
LBJ’s infamous 1962 German-made Amphicar that he used to scare passengers to death when he drove them into the water.
President Johnson was photographed as he took visitors for a drive, and voyage, in his Amphicar.

When Tom was finished shooting images of me while I posed alongside some of LBJ’s personal vehicles, the three of us ventured back into the heat and towards the airstrip where Lyndon Johnson’s Lockheed C-140 JetStar was on display inside a hangar. It turned out the four-engine jet was used by Johnson while he served as Vice President under John Kennedy. JFK, who was not overly fond of Johnson, would not allow the V.P. to use an official Air Force Two plane to travel to the LBJ Ranch. Instead, LBJ used the smaller Lockheed; which became affectionately known as Air Force One-Half. After I posed for a few photos with the exterior of the plane, Tom placed me at the doorway for some additional images. When the three of us were finished with our short visit with LBJ’s jet, we boarded the Highlander and drove around the ranch that LBJ loved so dearly.

Vice President Lyndon Johnson used this plane to fly from Washington to his ranch in Texas. It became known as Air Force One-Half.
As I stood near the nose of Air Force One-Half, I was glad that the plane was saved from demolition; restored; and put on display at the LBJ Ranch.
While I stood in the doorway of the jet, I imagined to be Vice President Johnson when he arrived at the LBJ Ranch.
As I stood on the land once owned by Lyndon B. Johnson, I envisioned the President as he rode his horse over the vast expanses of his ranch. The Texas White House and outbuildings can be seen off in the distance.
President Johnson and his wife Lady Bird stroll among the wildflowers on the LBJ Ranch.

When we finished our round-trip of the ranchland and exited the Texas White House property, Vicki navigated our vehicle back to the site we had bypassed earlier in the day – LBJ’s birthplace. Since the replica birthplace was situated across the road from the Johnson Family Cemetery, I knew it was time to stand on the President’s tombstone. Once my photographer’s wife pulled the Highlander into the cemetery’s parking lot, however, I immediately saw a family near the burial ground’s stone wall; their presence initially kept Tom from entering the hallowed ground. Vicki stayed in the vehicle’s air conditioning while my photographer carried me across the street to the President’s reconstructed birthplace. The original house was built in 1889 by Lyndon’s grandfather Sam Ealy Johnson; but it was torn down in the 1940s. In 1964, President Johnson had his birthplace rebuilt – using old photographs and family members’ memories to make the place look like it did when LBJ was born there on August 27, 1908. Lyndon Johnson’s birthplace has the distinction of being the only Presidential birthplace reconstructed, refurbished, and interpreted by an incumbent President.

My photographer and I were the only ones at the LBJ birthplace. There were other tourists in the area, but all of them were across the street at the Johnson Family Cemetery.
Even though this house was a reconstruction of the original birthplace, I knew in my heart that President Johnson had visited here after the home was rebuilt.
Although a glass partition kept me from standing on the period bed, it was an honor for me to stand near the room where Lyndon B. Johnson was born on August 27, 1908. Okay, so it was a replica birth room; I stood near the same air space where he was born!
Between 1908 and 1913, Lyndon Johnson would’ve slept in this room – the nursery. The teddy bear in the bed, although not an original, represented Lyndon’s favorite toy.
Since there was a steady flow of visitors at the Johnson Family Cemetery, Tom was unable to carry me out to LBJ’s tombstone for a photograph. That was a huge disappointment to me.

My resin heart began to pump fast as Tom carried me from LBJ’s reconstructed birthplace towards the Johnson Family Cemetery that was located across the street. As we neared the road, the only vehicle I saw in the parking lot was our Highlander – I was only minutes from standing on the red granite stone that marked President Johnson’s grave. But it didn’t take long for our luck to change. Before we could get close to the stone wall that surrounded the graveyard, a carload of tourists arrived. At first, I thought they might decide to visit the birthplace first, but that didn’t happen. The entire family exited their car, and they gathered around the burial ground to see the Presidential gravesite. Tom wanted to wait for them to leave, but when that group brought out their picnic lunch, it appeared they were there for the long haul. As Tom placed me back in the camera case and began to walk dejectedly towards our car, I heard him say out loud to himself: “The next time I come here, Bob Moldenhauer will be with me and I’ll get T.J. onto LBJ’s tombstone no matter how long it takes.”

I had the feeling of being left unfulfilled as we drove away from the Lyndon B. Johnson National Historic Park around 12:45pm. My photographer was so close to achieving the goal of me standing on LBJ’s grave that he could taste it; yet we headed towards Johnson City empty handed with the infamous “Moldenhauer one-person rule” running through our minds. After a 13-mile ride, we arrived at the Visitor Center of the Lyndon Johnson Boyhood Home; which was located almost in the center of Johnson City – a town of less than 2,000 people that was named after LBJ’s great uncle James Polk Johnson. We killed some time in the small LBJ museum in the Visitor Center before our 2:00pm tour of the house began. There were only a couple of artifacts on display in the museum that sparked my interest – including a 1910 Model T Ford that was given to LBJ by Henry Ford II. While the car was cool, the highlight for me was posing near the actual table that President Johnson used when he signed the Federal Aid to Education Bill on May 11, 1965 outside of the Junction School near his ranch.

At a few minutes before two o’clock, a NPS Ranger led the three of us to the front of LBJ’s childhood home that was located about a block away. The seven-room single-story house was built in 1901. A dozen years later, the future President’s father paid $2,925 for the house/property and moved his family there two weeks after Lyndon’s fifth birthday. LBJ lived there with his family until he graduated from high school in 1924. While most of the furnishings in the home were of the period, the area that excited me the most was the East front porch. In the first week of March 1937, Lyndon B. Johnson stood on his father’s porch and announced his candidacy for the U.S. House of Representatives for the Tenth District of Texas. As I stood on that very porch, I was standing in the footsteps of a future President whose career in public service and politics got it’s start right there.

Lyndon B. Johnson wore this suit while he was President of the United States.
Henry Ford II gave this 1910 Model T Ford to LBJ while he was President. When Lyndon was ten years old, he rode with his father in their Model T as Samuel Ealy Johnson, Jr. campaigned for the Texas House of Representatives.
I’m standing near the actual table and microphone set-up used by LBJ on May 11, 1965 at the Junction School near his Stonewall ranch.
At the age of five years, Lyndon B. Johnson moved into this Johnson City house with his family and lived there until he graduated from high school in 1924.
I’m pictured standing in the dining room, which was the central room in the house. The home’s design allowed a natural breeze to help cool the interior.
As I stood on the parlor’s fireplace mantel, a portrait used by LBJ’s mother, Rebekah, hung on the wall just above my head. At first glance, the portrait appeared to be of a skull; but it was actually a portrait of a woman looking into a vanity mirror. Rebekah taught her children to be careful when they judged people as the image might not be what they first see.
This was the bedroom that Lyndon shared with his brother Sam. The photo above the period bed was of LBJ as a child.
When the Ranger and Vicki walked into another room, my photographer returned to LBJ’s bedroom and placed me on the bed. Even though I knew this bed was never used by the future President, it still seemed cool to stand on it.
In the first week of March 1937, Lyndon B. Johnson stood on this East porch and announced his candidacy for the U.S. House of Representatives for the Tenth District of Texas.
As I stood on the Johnson family porch, it was exciting to know that LBJ’s political career began right there.
Did 28-year old Lyndon Johnson stand exactly where I stood when he announced his candidacy in 1937? I’d like to think so!
The back yard where young LBJ did chores; such as haul water from the well into the house.
As I stood near the west side of the house, I had wondered how many times young Lyndon looked out of that window and dreamed of living in a larger white house.

I enjoyed my visit to LBJ’s boyhood home in Johnson City, which was a great way to end my day filled with President Lyndon B. Johnson. While our LBJ sites were over, we weren’t quite finished sightseeing on that Saturday. With Vicki behind the wheel of our Highlander, we headed east for 48 miles until we were parked near the Capitol Building in Austin, Texas at roughly 4:30pm. The three of us walked to the north side of the Capitol, which was 302 feet tall and is the sixth tallest state capitol in the country. Although the Capitol Building was dedicated on May 18, 1888; the Goddess of Liberty statue that stood atop the dome had only been there since 1986. Since it was late in the afternoon on Saturday, we had the Capitol grounds to ourselves; except for a bunch of well-dressed youngsters who posed for a group photoshoot.

The sun’s glare gave us trouble as we gazed up at the 302-foot tall dome of the Texas State Capitol.
A group of youngsters gathered near the Capitol for their photoshoot.
The picturesque north front of the Texas State Capitol in Austin.
The replica Statue of Liberty, on the grounds of the Capitol since 1951, stood atop a Texas limestone base.
Lady Liberty looks up at the Goddess of Liberty atop the Capitol’s dome. Were they sisters from different misters?
The flag of the Lone Star State blew in the breeze below the Goddess of Liberty.

During our 25-minute walk around the Capitol grounds, Vicki used her phone to place reservations at the Drury Inn that was located roughly five miles to the north. That hotel was great for two reasons – it was only a few miles from the LBJ Presidential Library that was first on our morning’s agenda; plus, the Drury Inn offered free dinner. Whenever my cheap photographer sees or hears the word “free”, he’s all over it – even though the hotel’s dinner menu is limited and it’s not the finest cuisine in the world. As a matter of fact, when Tom returned to our room after dinner, I heard him say to Vicki: “Those definitely weren’t Zimmerman’s hot dogs; not even close. I’ve heard hot dogs are made from lips and a-holes; at least according to Dan Aykroyd – which is okay as long as those parts come from cattle. I’m convinced that the dogs we just ate may have been made from actual dogs.”

While I spent the night standing alongside the television set, I couldn’t help but think of Lyndon Baines Johnson – after all, I had been exposed to most of his illustrious life the entire day. I looked forward to visiting the LBJ Library in the morning, even though the one artifact I had hoped to see there didn’t belong to Johnson. It was John F. Kennedy’s Catholic missal that was onboard Air Force One and was used to swear-in LBJ after the assassination. If that religious book is on display and I can pose next to it, then I’ll be happy – I won’t complain if there isn’t much else. As I envisioned Johnson as he took the Oath of Office onboard Air Force One, I kept hearing a chant over and over in my mind: “Hey, hey, LBJ – that book belongs to JFK.”

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Thomas Watson

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 “115: HEY, HEY, LBJ – I TOURED YOUR RANCH TODAY

  1. The LBJ Ranch is amazing. Who pays for the upkeep of the Texas White House? That had to be very disappointing to not be able to go inside. I like that you were able to go out to the pool.

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