The House Call
He met his future wife when she was three days old.
In August 1927, a nurse in the tiny town of Plains, Georgia helped deliver a baby girl called Rosalynn. A few days later she returned to check on the newborn, bringing along her own little boy, Jimmy, so he could peep into the cradle. He was not quite three. Neither family thought anything of it.
Nineteen years later, home from the naval academy, Jimmy Carter took Rosalynn Smith on their first date - and told his mother the next morning that he had met the girl he was going to marry. When he proposed, she said no: she had promised her father, before he died, that she would finish college first. Jimmy waited, asked again, and in 1946 they married.
The marriage lasted seventy-seven years, through a struggling peanut farm, the governorship of Georgia and the presidency of the United States. They called it a "full partnership": Rosalynn sat in on cabinet meetings, which scandalised Washington, and Jimmy consulted her, he said, on every important decision
he ever made. They disagreed often, and loudly - but no argument was allowed to survive the day. And every evening, wherever they were in the world, they read two pages of the same book aloud to each other; if they were apart, they did it by phone.
Losing the presidency in 1980 might have broken them. Instead they went home to Plains and started again, spending four more decades fighting disease and building houses for charity, side by side, into their nineties.
Rosalynn died in 2023, at ninety-six. Jimmy, then ninety-nine, said that as long as she was in the world, he always knew that somebody loved and supported him - and that marrying her remained "the best thing I ever did". He died the following year, aged one hundred, a few miles from the cradle where they first met. Neither of them, by all accounts, would have changed a thing.