Amy Carter

Let me tell you a story
There was once a girl named Amy
At the age of seven her parents moved her from the City and the Governor's mansion to the Country. This particular was a self proclaimed City Girl and enjoyed being the First Daughter of the state of Georgia. However in no time at all she found that she rather enjoyed Rural life. Her parents were off running for President or some such thing that she wasn't very interested in, and she was living almost full time with her two grandmas. These woman spent most of their days spoiling Amy and her cousins, and this new slightly independent, mostly indulgent, and totally freeing lifestyle was everything to young Amy. Having a small grouping of Male Cousins as Friends and acres of wildlife for a playground, the once metropolitan Amy became a tomboy.

Once her father started becoming famous, the press began to seek out Plains. They started asking her Uncle Billy and Her grandmother Lillian for interviews. Amy however was early on spared by her grandmother from giving interviews, not because she was trying to shield her grand child, but because in her own words "she smells terrible and refuses to take a bath."

As her father became the Democratic Front Runner Amy became friends with the young Children of the many reporters who were sent to cover plains. Many a columnist or news anchor would find themselves buying Amy and their own daughter a hamburger at a skating ring, while her father was trying to win a far off Primary.

Once her father became his Party's nominee Amy's freedom was largely suspended by the inclusion of a Secret Service Agent that had to follow her everywhere. That and all the miles of trees she use to climb, and the main street she use to race through with her bike was now congested with people, strangers, some nice, some strange, all of them getting in her way.

This was when the Carter brain and it's talent for Entrepreneurship started to take hold and Amy decided to go into business for herself. Now she did what any young girl her age would do in this situation she opened up a lemonade stand. Journalist Richard hyatt once described her as "Lemonade and Freckles." The budding business owner and her friend john served sandwiches and lemonade to the people who flocked to Woodland Drive to take a peak at the Carter Residence. With members of the National press being her best customers.

Now it didn't take long for Amy to learn the golden rule of road side economics "supply and demand" and the price for a cup of lemonade was soon raised from a dime to a quarter. Some Reporters actually used this minor raise in a satirical article.  When one reporter jokingly teased the Candidate about his daughter's price gouging, Carter without missing a beat replied with a smile that reporters should pay double. They had expense accounts.
Its stories like this that make American History interesting and its this kind of story that makes Plains so interesting. It was a moment in time when the historic met the ordinary. When America Came home. When a retiree like Lillian Carter got into a mud fight after a fish fry with a member of journalistic royalty like Sam Donaldson. When people who wrote articles to a national audience across the wide expanse of the 1970s news media, would soon find themselves sharing a beer with a mud covered daily laborer at Billy's service station.