Plains, Georgia; 1977.

We were on our way to West Palm Beach, Florida to visit my Aunt Joyce, and cousins, Kim and Debbie.

We stopped to visit President Jimmy Carter‘s hometown. Mother went inside one of the stores to get all of us some peanut ice cream. We were on the steps going into the post office and this guy came out and sat down next to us while sorting his mail.

Being the absolute nib shit (young investigator and researcher) that I was… am, I noticed his mail was addressed to Mr. Murray Smith.

“So, you’re Mrs. Carter’s brother?”

He looked up, smiled, and said, “I sure am.”

I engaged him in conversation and learned that he was a teacher and basketball coach at Americus high school, not too far from Plains, and that the Carter’s were arriving that evening for his wedding the following day.

After mother returned and distributed the ice cream cones, I introduced her to Mr. Smith and asked if she could take a picture of us together.

This was 43 years ago.