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11 Years Ago Today, Gerald Ford Died.
Last edited Mon Aug 9, 2021, 08:49 AM - Edit history (1)
I liked the guy. I liked the whole family. I went down to Washington Street in Alexandria to watch as his casket made the trip from Joint Base Andrews into DC. A few days later, I went outside at noon to see the plane used as AF1 take him over Alexandria one last time.
Gerald Rudolph Ford 1913-2006 (with photos)
The Fords at home in Alexandria the night he became president. (L-R) First Lady Betty Ford, Steve, Jack, Susan, and President Ford.
Steven Ford
A cropped version appears at:
Ford Sworn In as President 40 Years Ago Today
August 9, 2014 By David Hume Kennerly
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In a scene reminiscent of a 60's family sitcom, Gerald Ford, now President of the United States. leaves home for work at the White House as wife Betty waves goodbye. She might be saying, "Don't forget to pick up the cleaning on the way home from work, Jerry!"
The Ford's stayed in their modest Alexandria home waiting for the Nixon's belongs to be removed so that they could move in. President Ford became a commuter president, making the drive from Virginia and back for ten days until he and the family finally occupied the Executive Mansion at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
August 9, 2014 By David Hume Kennerly
{snip}
In a scene reminiscent of a 60's family sitcom, Gerald Ford, now President of the United States. leaves home for work at the White House as wife Betty waves goodbye. She might be saying, "Don't forget to pick up the cleaning on the way home from work, Jerry!"
The Ford's stayed in their modest Alexandria home waiting for the Nixon's belongs to be removed so that they could move in. President Ford became a commuter president, making the drive from Virginia and back for ten days until he and the family finally occupied the Executive Mansion at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Photojournalism: David Hume Kennerly
Death and state funeral of Gerald Ford
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Just imagine what would have happened if Michelle had done that.
Betty Ford: Gilded Cage, Meet Free Spirit
By David Hume Kennerly Jul. 12, 2011
I’ve taken millions of photos during my career, but a hands-down favorite is a shot I took of Betty Ford during her last full day as first lady, on Jan. 19, 1977. Like Mrs. Ford herself, the picture is unique. It goes straight to the heart of who and how she was.
I was accompanying Mrs. Ford as she strolled around the West Wing of the White House. I took pictures as she said goodbye to the staff members who had worked for her husband, President Gerald R. Ford.
As she finished her brief tour of the executive offices, we passed by the Cabinet Room. Mrs. Ford poked her head in for one last look. Nobody was there. A mischievous grin appeared on her face; a look I had seen many times, one that usually spelled trouble of the delightful variety. “You know,” she said, “I’ve always wanted to dance on the Cabinet Room table.” I instinctively reached for my camera. This was no idle threat.
The first lady removed her shoes, bounced up on a chair, then gracefully leaped onto the middle of the oblong table. She deftly dodged the meticulously placed ashtrays and notepads. The Martha Graham dancer inside her unfolded. Mrs. Ford stood dead center beneath the chandeliers, one hand on her hip, the other extended forward. It was a real ta-da! moment. I fired off a few frames. As quickly as she had gone up, she came down, put on her shoes, brushed her hands together and said, “I think that about does it.”
By David Hume Kennerly Jul. 12, 2011
I’ve taken millions of photos during my career, but a hands-down favorite is a shot I took of Betty Ford during her last full day as first lady, on Jan. 19, 1977. Like Mrs. Ford herself, the picture is unique. It goes straight to the heart of who and how she was.
I was accompanying Mrs. Ford as she strolled around the West Wing of the White House. I took pictures as she said goodbye to the staff members who had worked for her husband, President Gerald R. Ford.
As she finished her brief tour of the executive offices, we passed by the Cabinet Room. Mrs. Ford poked her head in for one last look. Nobody was there. A mischievous grin appeared on her face; a look I had seen many times, one that usually spelled trouble of the delightful variety. “You know,” she said, “I’ve always wanted to dance on the Cabinet Room table.” I instinctively reached for my camera. This was no idle threat.
The first lady removed her shoes, bounced up on a chair, then gracefully leaped onto the middle of the oblong table. She deftly dodged the meticulously placed ashtrays and notepads. The Martha Graham dancer inside her unfolded. Mrs. Ford stood dead center beneath the chandeliers, one hand on her hip, the other extended forward. It was a real ta-da! moment. I fired off a few frames. As quickly as she had gone up, she came down, put on her shoes, brushed her hands together and said, “I think that about does it.”
Steven went off a-rodeoin' eventually. His father gave the graduation address at T.C. Williams, from which Steven was graduated in 1974. Didn't Jack become a Secret Service agent? Susan, I don't know.
