THE WHITE HOUSE
Office of the Press Secretary (Hope, Arkansas) ________________________________________________________________________ For Immediate Release March 12, 1999
REMARKS BY THE PRESIDENT AT DEDICATION OF HIS CHILDHOOD HOME Hope, Arkansas
1:30 P.M. CST
THE PRESIDENT: Thank you very much. Thank you, Mr. Mayor. My friend, Tillman Ross, thank you for the prayer. And, Joe, thank you of the introduction.
I have to say that I'm here with mixed feelings -- this is the coldest March 12th in the past 100 years in Hope, Arkansas. (Laughter.) You have totally destroyed the case I have been making for global warming for the last five years. (Laughter.)
You know, we were at the airport and the congressmen and state officials and the judge and county officials and city board, everybody came out there. And it was worse there than it is here, believe it or not. It was raining a whole lot harder, the wind was blowing. And there must have been 600 people out there -- all the school kids -- I'm sure I made a lot of money for the hospitals in the area. (Laughter.) There will be people being treated for flu for three or four weeks after this.
But I was very moved. And in a funny way, the rain makes this day more poignant for me. I'd like to thank the young people who sang from the Hope and Yerger Choirs. I want to thank my good friends who are here from the State Legislature, and Jimmy Lou Fisher, Mark Pryor and Gus Winfield, and Charlie Daniels, our state officials who came. I don't know if Congressman Dickey is still here -- he was at the airport -- I thank him. I thank all the people who had anything to do with this, that people on the Foundation and those who gave their money and time, those who gave memorabilia and memories.
I'd like to thank all the members of my family who are here. I'd like to say a special word of appreciation because my brother and sister-in-law and my little nephew came all the way from California to be with us today, and they're over there. And I'm glad they're here. (Applause.)
I would like to thank all the people from Arkansas who came down here and who have been a part of my administration, but I have to single out my good friend, Mack McLarty -- he and Donna Kay came down and, as all of you know, he's been an integral part of every good thing that's happened since I've been President. And I want to thank him and thank them for coming down with me today. (Applause.)
And I'd like to thank -- a lot of people from Arkansas came, but I'd like to say a special word of thanks to Bob Nash, because I'm going to Texarkana when I leave here and he's from there. Thank you, Bob. (Applause.) He also has the worst job in the White House, because he supervises my appointments -- which means when I appoint somebody I write them a letter and they're happy; and when I disappoint them, which is about a 10-1 ratio, Bob has to tell them. (Laughter.)
I want to thank Becky Moore and Joe Purvis and my longtime friend, Rose Crane, for all the work they've done and along with the Foundation Board. The three of them just gave me a tour of the house. I saw the old pictures and the toys and everything, and I'm just stunned by the work that has been done.
There are so many more people I'd like to thank -- Ben Thompson, the architect; Stan Jackson -- all of you who rescued this old place. Last time I was here before you started working on it was in 1990, and I thought when I walked through the front door it would come down around my ears. And I cannot tell you how moved I am by this.
It's cold and it's windy and it's rainy and I won't keep you long, but I would like to say a few things that I worked on last night and this morning. A poet once wrote, "The accent of one's birthplace lingers in the mind and in the heart, as it does in one's speech." Well, so many accents of Hope linger in my mind and my heart.
We're not far from the site of the old sawmill where my grandfather worked as a night watchman, and where as a little boy I used to go spend the night with him, climbing the sawdust pile and sleep in the back seat of his car. We're just minutes -- I just drove by -- from the place on which his little grocery store stood, where I used to look up at the countertop and wish I could reach the jar of Jackson's cookies.
I still remember that my grandfather was the first person who taught me by his example to treat all people without regard to their race the same. And also, without regard to their income -- because he gave food to people without regard to whether they had a dime in their pocket.
We're not far from Miss Mary Perkins' kindergarten where I went with my friends, Mack McLarty, Bill Purvis, Vince Foster, George Wright -- maybe some more people who are here today -- and where I broke my leg in the first of many major mistakes I was to make in my life, jumping rope in my cowboy boots. (Laughter.)
And we're not far from Rosehill Cemetery, where my beloved mother, my grandparents, and my father who I knew only in my dreams and my mother's memory, lie now in eternal rest.
In this house, I learned to walk and talk; I learned to pray; I learned to read; I learned to count from the playing cards my grandparents tacked up on the kitchen windows which are directly behind us now.
Though I was only four when I left this place, it still holds very, very vivid memories for me, and I just relived a lot of them walking through the house. I remember we watched the house burn right across the street there, where the trucks are. I remember throwing a pocketknife into the ground in that backyard I shared with my friend, Vince Foster. I remember hurrying down the stairs on Christmas morning and dragging my little toys across the living room floor; waiting outside on that sidewalk for my grandmother to walk home from work.
I remember watching the old telephone when it rang, always hoping that it was Mother calling from New Orleans, where she went to study anesthesia after my father died. I still miss her every day. She would love what you have done here -- the fact that you preserved her mother's rosebush and that her birthday club planted one of her bushes here. And I want to especially thank my good friends, Elias and Jody Ghanem, for this garden which they have made possible to be planted in her memory. Thank you and God bless you.
In that wonderful video that my friends, Harry and Linda Thomason, made when I ran for President in 1992, I talked about how I used to fly all over this country, look out across the vast landscape of America, and think about how far I had come from this little woodframe house. Well, believe it or not, I still think about that, no matter where I travel.
I said back then something I want to say again. In many ways, I know that all I am or ever will be came from here -- a place and a time where nobody locked their doors at night, everybody showed up for a parade on Main Street, kids like me could dream of becoming part of something bigger than themselves. Of course, Hope wasn't perfect; it was part of the segregated South and it's had its fair share of flaws. And as Mack and I were reminiscing this morning, it had a gossip or two. But in those long-ago days after World War II, we were raised to believe in two great qualities that I have tried to bring back to America: a sense of personal optimism and a sense of community, of belonging, of being responsible for the welfare of others as well as yourself.
I believed then and I believe now, the places we come from say a lot about us. And places like this say a lot about America, Mr. Mayor. That's why people take family trips to towns like Lamar, Missouri, to see the birthplace of Harry Truman -- it's a small white frame house, just 20 feet by 28 feet -- why they go to Stonewall, Texas, to see the two-story farmhouse where Lyndon Johnson was born.
We visit these places not because great events happened there, but because everyday events happened there. Not because they're grand, but precisely because they are ordinary -- the modest homes of modest people. We make them into landmarks because they remind us that America's greatness can be found not only in its large centers of wealth and culture and power, but also in its small towns, where children learn from their families and neighbors the rhythms and rituals of daily life. They learn about home and work, about love and loss, about success and failure, about endurance and the power and dignity of their dreams.
I want to close with a story. Back when I was Governor, whenever I would come to Hope, I'd always drop by and visit my Uncle Buddy and Aunt Olli. They helped to raise me, and I loved them a lot. After they had been married well over 50 years, my Aunt developed Alzheimer's, and she had to be moved to that nursing facility that's connected to the hospital.
One night, I stopped by to see my Uncle Buddy when he was living alone and going to see his wife, when most of the time she didn't really know who he was anymore. Our talk was like so many we had over the years; it was full of his country wisdom and full of funny jokes, and he was laughing and making me laugh. But when I got up to go, for the first and only time in our long, long relationship, he grabbed my arm and I turned around and I saw tears in his eyes. And I said to my uncle, this is really hard, isn't it? And he said these words I will remember until the day I die. He said, "Yeah, it is. But I signed on for the whole load -- and most of it's been pretty good."
Now, in this town, from my family and friends, that's what I learned -- to sign on for the whole load. Though far from perfect, I have tried to do just that for my family and my friends, for our beloved state and nation. If I had not learned that lesson here, 50 years ago, we wouldn't be here today.
And so, to my family and friends I say, thank you for love and loyalty and the lessons of a lifetime; thank you for being there for me through this whole wonderful ride. To these young people I say, dream your dreams and know that you can best fulfill them if your neighbors get to live their dreams, too.
Because of these gifts I can say with even greater conviction what I said to America back in 1992, I still believe in a place called Hope.
Thank you and God bless you. (Applause.)
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