July 3, 2007

It's All in the Detours

My capacity for ignorance knows no bounds, however I do retain certain pieces of information far past their shelf life. For instance, as I was traveling through Winder on Sunday I thought Wasn't the great Georgia Senator Richard Russell from Winder? Why, sho now. For a few miles later I saw this roadside sign:



So his father built this house, and he lived in it after his mama died until his death in 1971. And, uncanny as it seems, the house was right there!



Nothing fancy, but nice. Looks even better up close:



The story doesn't end there, of course, because in back was the family boneyard:



The obelisk is his father's. Richard's is the slanted edifice to the right. A closer view:



I would submit Richard Russell was the most accomplished Georgian, ever. Look at that curriculum vitae:

Governor of Georgia 1931-1933

United States Senator 1933-1971

President Pro Tempore of the Senate 1969-1971


They don't make 'em like that anymore. Imagine being a Senator for 38 years. Through the Great Depression, World War II, Korea, Vietnam. Damn!

Of course, for all his personal gentility Russell was a bit of a supremacist. LBJ never could get him on board with the Civil Rights Acts of 1958 and 1964. Given Russell's constituency, that wasn't going to happen. And Russell probably felt like if everyone practiced his personal philosophy of kindness, courtliness, and noblesse oblige, why, the darkies would be just fine. We scoff at that mindset now, but I'm not going to stamp my current viewpoint on him. He was by all accounts a gentleman, a brilliant legislator, a true Son of Georgia. Of course, as he never married, he could have been a rump ranger, too, for all I know. But who cares?


Here he is going nose to nose with LBJ three weeks after the Kennedy assassination:



A couple of stubborn old boys, there. Personally, I liked the old coot, and it was thrilling to see his crib.



I'd also like to thank my photographer, who humors me, and tolerates my childish scamperings around esoteric bullshit like this.

Posted by Velociman at July 3, 2007 5:24 PM | TrackBack
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My mother used to date a senator of my home state of Michigan.
He used to own a Harley shop, that is where she met him and bought her first bike.

Posted by: Maeve at July 3, 2007 7:18 PM

Why, for crissakes, are you not holding a shotgun or something similar on the steps of that fine domicile? The two fellers having a bit of a chat crack me up; I don't imagine they intended on having their picture taken, and it's quite obvious the elder of the two blinked first.

By the by, I meant make/model of your car - the gun is easily enough identified, the car not so much by the seat alone.

Posted by: Cythen at July 3, 2007 8:46 PM

.... see?... I told you that he was stopping LBJ on civil rights and not helping him.....

Posted by: Eric at July 3, 2007 10:09 PM

Cythen, check the jeans. I was packing plenty of heat.

Posted by: Velociman at July 3, 2007 10:35 PM

*Insert knowing smile and nod.* Heh, oh, hell yeah. I called that one. Rock on, our own little Mephistopheles.

Posted by: LauraN at July 4, 2007 12:09 AM

They don't make 'em like that anymore. Imagine being a Senator for 38 years.

How long has that floater Kennedy been a senator?

Posted by: Peggy U at July 4, 2007 2:20 AM

That would be 45 years, Peggy. But we were discussing gentlemen.

Posted by: Velociman at July 4, 2007 7:28 AM

Richard B. Russell also made a pretty serious attempt at the Democrat Presidential nomination in the early going of the '52 election cycle, the losing brass ring that eventually went to Adlai Stevenson. His segregationist politics killed him outside of the South, though.

He was also the leading contemporary skeptic member of the Warren Commission, never convinced that the flip debunk of Oswald's possible intelligence connections or the single bullet theory held any water. That photo above was taken as LBJ reminded Russell that unless he signed off on the final report, he would not get his balls back out of cold storage.

Posted by: rankin' rob at July 4, 2007 12:44 PM

Dude! Didn't even say hello as you were passing through North Georgia.

Posted by: Denny at July 4, 2007 4:44 PM

Denny, there are some things more important than Hello...you know what I mean?

Bwahahahahahahah!!!!

Posted by: Sam at July 4, 2007 6:40 PM

Sigh. There's so much I don't know about the south. I love how everyone has their own graveyard though.

Posted by: Libby at July 5, 2007 6:27 PM
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