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...battles with the contras and seen more than a dozen friends die. "In Managua they don't know what the real war is like," he says. "It is tough and it is dirty, and people get killed every day." As Rodriguez sits in the shade of a store's veranda, his AK-47 gripped between his knees, he is counting the days until his demobilization. "Just a few more now," he grins, "and then I'll be going home. I don't want ever to fight again...
...tightly knit Bush family, on the other hand, is clearly a source of joy and strength to the Vice President. When the three generations gather at their summer home in Maine, they spill off the veranda like an all-American tableau. Barbara Bush, mother of five, grandmother of ten, helpmate of 43 years, has the expectant look of a First Lady in training, holding the Nancy Reagan gaze before there was a Nancy Reagan gaze...
...into the sentimental and the humorous into the cute. One moment, the family's house is burned to the ground, forcing them to move in with mother's grandparents. But no sooner are they there then Grandpa's comic zaniness changes the mood, as he interrupts breakfast on the veranda to shoot at a rat in his vegetable garden. The scene is absurd enough to make a Scrooge laugh, but it hangs loosely between serious scenes of death and destruction...
...wounded Cape buffalo once chased Susan and John Hall into the house. One day a large male baboon pursued Thelma Hall down the veranda and into the house. The baboon came inside after her. She remembers its awful yellow fangs. John Hall came after the baboon with his shotgun, but the gun jammed. Hall jabbed with the gun butt, and the baboon started chewing it up. Finally, Hall whacked the baboon on the head with the gun butt, and it ran under a bed, where Hall finally shot...
There will be no slave quarters to see; the last were torn down in the 1930s. But the pale yellow plantation house still stands, with its green shutters, 14 rooms and veranda and upstairs gallery extending the width of the 53-ft. front. Elsie Reeves Baum, 71, of Creswell, expects the day to swing from sad to happy as she and others walk among the ghosts of their forebears and the splendid cypress trees they planted. Says she: "They sang the same spirituals we sing. 'Steal Away to Jesus!' And 'All o' God's Chillun Got Shoes...