Word: lawns
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Carter has a way to go as a world leader. But when the first rays of the sun finally reach his high windows over the South Lawn and it is time to put on his suit jacket, there is an awareness that the U.S. stands more than ever in this difficult world as the country of hope...
...Inauguration Day last January, 42 Ray relatives showed up, and the Governor's Georgian mansion was as lively and cozy as the two-bedroom house where she and her four sisters had been brought up. There was a football game on the front lawn and jars of plums and applesauce from Fox Island in the kitchen. Ray plopped down into the high-backed chair in her office, twirling a plastic glass filled with champagne. "Well, we made it," she announced. "How sweet...
...suburbia, and on all sides, far in the distance, one can see his neighbors. Their houses are undoubtedly fine and big, but they seem rather small-time from this inflated perspective. The estate encompasses some two or three city blocks. In front of the house is a huge lawn, bissected by the long, tree-lined driveway. On one side is a 5-car garage with a house on top, and on the other is a tennis court. Behind the house is another lawn, a garden, a sunken green house, a platform tennis court, an empty white swimming pool, a huge...
Shortly after an armored limousine had brought the Shah and Empress Farah onto the South Lawn, trouble broke out. The anti-Shah faction charged through the lines of mounted police and headed for the pro-Shah bleachers, armed with the handles of their placards and wooden two-by-fours that had been piled up for use in the annual Christmas pageant on the Ellipse. As the President began his welcoming remarks, police struggled to keep the two factions apart. The large white welcome banner was ripped to shreds. At that point, the wind carried the first acrid whiffs of tear...
...decorated with colonial furniture, plastic fruit, fluffy floral armchairs, commercial and authentic Indian crafts. The television forms the pulpit of the living room: children crowd around to absorb its technicolor wisdom. In the driveway is a small car, an old Honda Super Hawk; bicycles lie on the back lawn, dogs mope around the fear porch. Raymond Moore and his wife bake some bread in the kitchen. Mrs. Moore, looking fresh, models tight blue jeans and a printed t-shirt. A girl short-cuts through the back yard filled with dogs, wearing a "Smoke Colombian" t-shirt, a headdressed chief puckering...