Word: johnsons
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Again Johnson responded expansively, and this time included a note of compassion for his successor. "My father told me one time, when I was a little boy," Johnson remembered, "that I'd never know what it meant to be a father until I was a father. And one never knows what it is to be a President until you are a President." He continued: "We are very proud to stand behind you and to support you in your earnest quest for peace in the world and for prosperity at home. No man occupied the place that you occupy...
...more than seven months ago that Lyndon Baines Johnson, the most boisterous, bumptious occupant of the White House in two decades, shuffled off to Texas like an injured bear to lick the wounds of office and hibernate for a while out of the public view. TIME Correspondent Don Neff has been following Johnson's elusive spoor, and last week he filed this report...
...word among L.BJ.'s knowing neighbors was: look out. Old Lyndon's reappearance was greeted by a mixture of nervous smiles and wonderment by his weathered-faced cattleman neighbors in the hill country and by the soft-handed politicians and businessmen in Austin, 60 miles away. Johnson, everyone said, would be a whirlwind. With his gargantuan energy and an ego to match, he would be into everything-buying up banks and newspapers, pulling the strings of Texas politics, holding rambling press conferences on everything from cattle prices to Republican snafus...
...Lyndon Johnson who was frenetically visible in Washington has all but disappeared among the squat oak trees in the empty vastness of Pedernales country. He is only a fleeting presence, a blurred picture, a voiceless phantom. He has granted only one interview, a session with CBS' Walter Cronkite before the Apollo II launch, reportedly for a five-figure fee. He is seen only in telephoto glimpses: walking practically unnoticed on the University of Texas campus, going into the Johnson City Bank for a chat with A. W. Moursund, his old friend and business partner. He turns up horseback riding...
...hear his friends tell it, Lyndon Johnson has turned into just another hill-country rancher. He helps lay irrigation pipe, frets about his cattle and the weather, works on his memoirs and papers, entertains a few close friends, watches an occasional movie in a converted hangar at the ranch (he invariably falls asleep). Sundays, he usually goes to one of the churches around Johnson City-Baptist or Catholic or Lutheran, it hardly seems to matter, as though he were facing God as an equal and the intermediaries were supernumerary. He is fit and tanned, relaxed and happy...