"My grandfather just had a grade-school education. But in that country store he taught me more about equality in the eyes of the Lord than all my professors at Georgetown, more about the intrinsic worth of every individual than all the philosophers at Oxford; and he taught me more about the need for equal justice than the jurists at Yale Law School."
In high school with a younger brother about to enter school, Bill Blythe decided to legally change his name to Clinton so that everyone in the family would officially share the same last name. It was not a smooth relationship with his step-father who was a gambler and an alcoholic and sometimes abusive to Bill's mother and little brother. Bill would excel in school and music, eventually landing on public service as the best direction for his talents:
"Sometime in my sixteenth year, I decided I wanted to be in public life as an elected official. I loved music and thought I could be very good, but I knew I would never be John Coltrane or Stan Getz. I was interested in medicine and thought I could be a fine doctor, but I knew I would never be Michael DeBaky But I knew I could be great in public service."
It was another heavily overcast day on our visit to the house. With lots of rain and melting snow recently, the ground was saturated (as were my feet at the end of the shoot!). I made use of the puddles of water for reflections and used the greyed-out skies to reveal the intricate branches of the trees surrounding the home. I am very pleased with several pictures from inside the home, in particular a couple of shots of the walls and floors of Billy's bedroom. While none of the furniture is original, it is of the right period and I feel the silhouettes do give a nice feeling of what it was like in the 1940s.
Cell phone images of the site below: