We spent 6 days from November 4-10 in Austin, the capital city of Texas. In many ways LBJ was the main focus of our visit. James did a few days research at the LBJ Library at the University of Texas, as well as giving a talk at the British Studies Centre there. On the Saturday (November 6) we headed out to his ranch. I'll let James describe our day there:
On Saturday we took the one hour drive from Austin out to the LBJ ranch along the Pedernales river. The drive afforded us some views of the Texas countryside - dry as dust, but with many of the same sorts of colours as the Australian bush. First stop was Johnson city and LBJ's (36th US President) boyhood home. Johnson City was so named after Lyndon's grandfather. The National Park Service offer tours of the home where he grew up - a modest dwelling where Johnson's early world was shaped - a mother who believed in the power of education to lift the working classes out of poverty and a father who was deeply involved in local politics and taught his children the importance of argument and debate. Not a bad preparation for politics. Forget Bradman, Bowral and the golf ball with the cricket stump - we were shown the front porch where Johnson gave his first political speech and so launched his career. Before that career, however, he had a been a school teacher, an experience that shaped much of his approach to education policy. His first political crusade was apparently geared towards helping Texan farmers get access to electricity - a poignant reminder of how primitive were his early beginnings and those of the people around him. The tour of the boyhood home was one of the least impressive however - this particular National park guide was very short on factual information and long on fairly annoying and completely irrelevant evangelical lectures.
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LBJ's boyhood home |
After the boyhood home and a quick tour around the museum, we headed for the ranch. LBJ certainly had a flair for the dramatic entrance - the gates to his ranch used to lead to a water splashing drive across the Pedernales river, but nowadays tourists drive around and stop first at the Junction school, where he sat for his first classes, thence to a reconstruction of the house where he was born, and then his gravesite. The reverend Billy Graham gave one of the eulogies at LBJ's funeral, saying that you couldn't understand LBJ unless you understood his relationship to the land.
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The Junction school, a one-room schoolhouse |
After that, you drive out along the airstrip and to the cattle yards. The girls fed the goats and the sheep here, and the National Parks service still run a herd of longhorns descended from LBJ's herd. That's American civic culture for you: at least the agricultural dimension! LBJ was big into herefords - but the barns do go into some detail about how important this image of the cattle rancher was in terms of LBJ's political personality and ability to connect to Americans. Along the tour, the National parks service provide all visitors with an audio tour, and we were treated to some songs about 'beautiful, beautiful Texas, where the beautiful bluebonnets roll...we're proud of our forefathers, who fought at the Alamo', with 'Alamo' taking about 5 seconds to pronounce. Then they play BJ Thomas' 'Raindrops are falling on my head' - LBJ's favourite apparently. It was a wonderful experience listening to this song under the huge Texas sky and thinking of Johnson, beleaguered by domestic crises and bogged down in Vietnam, finding some sort of solace in the land he called his own - the Texas hill country.
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Pia and Ella survey the goats |
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Longhorns and white-tailed deer are common in the area of the ranch |
We saw the mini Air Force One plane he used to fly from Austin to the ranch - LBJ called it Air force one half - it was so small: a world away from the 747 version of today.
So onto the ranch and the Texas White House. One of his advisers used to say that you could virtually see LBJ's tensed shoulders relaxed as the ranch came into view from the window of his plane. It must have seemed a world away from Washington, and yet LBJ apparently drove his wife and kids mad in his ceaseless efforts to recreate the world of work in their domestic 'paradise'. He had a phone installed underneath the main dining table - and there were something like 23 phones throughout the house. This guy really, I mean, really worked the phones. Apparently Lady Bird had a separate bedroom so that she didn't have to stay up with LBJ and whomever was on the ranch at the time.
During his presidency, LBJ actually used to do a lot of work from here - and now, with Lady Bird's passing in 2007, visitors are allowed to see the bottom floor of the house, including Johnson's study (replete with requisite presidential seals on the chairs and above his desk), his beloved 3 tvs - he was a media junky who loved having all 3 channels playing simultaneously (there were only 3 channels in that era - imagine what he would have done with Foxtel...). We saw his living room, the dining room (with a fantastic window looking out onto the ranch, and made specifically for them to observe the annual migration of birds) and then the kitchen, another living room, and out into the garden. I could not recall whether Australian prime ministers Holt or Gorton got invited to the ranch -certainly Holt tried his best to get there in 67, but I think logistics were against him. Johnson used to hold Cabinet meetings under the prolific oak tree in his front garden - joint chiefs of staff, defence secretary, advisers and bureaucrats etc - they all had to come to the ranch. And LBJ loved his barbecues. He gave up smoking when president but took it up again the moment he got back to the ranch on January 21, 1969. Ribs and more ribs on the barbie - he had a massive heart attack in 1973.
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LBJ's ranch - the Texas White House |
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LBJ's office in the Texas White House |
On our way home we stopped at a Tex-Mex restaurant called Oasis set up on a hilltop overlooking Lake Travis. It was a beautiful setting and a great ending to the day.
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The Oasis restaurant |
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The girls were given the job of ringing the bell at sunset, a tradition carried out each night. |
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The beautiful sunset and view over Lake Travis |