Dutch Reagan and Tampico, 95 years later
Crossposted on Marathon Pundit and Pajamas Media.
Ninety-five years ago today, in the tiny Middle America village of Tampico, Ronald Wilson Reagan was born.
President Reagan, in his autobiography, An American Life, wrote:
I was born February 6, 1911, in a flat above the local bank in Tampico, Illinois. According to family legend, when my father ran up the stairs and looked at his newborn son, he quipped: "He looks like a fat little Dutchman. But who knows, he might grow up to be president one day.
And it happened.
At the time of Dutch Reagan's birth, Tampico reached its population peak of 820 people.
I visited Tampico last fall, its population is under 800 now--but it seems smaller than that. It was a humbling experience for this American to walk around such a modest village and knowing that decades earlier, a future leader of the Free World was born there. In 1911, few people even in Illinois knew Tampico existed.
Reagan loved to call America as the "shining city upon a hill."
Tampico is not a city, and referring to is as a town seems to be a stretch. A slow driver can circle it in five minutes.
Reagan grew up with common American belief at the time that any boy can grow up to become President. The first three years of his life were spent in Tampico; then the Reagans moved from town to town in northern Illinois, returning to Tampico for a year in 1919, before the family settled, finally, in nearby Dixon.
To really capture the life that Dutch, and his brother Neil, nicknamed "Moon," probably experienced, a reader can explore this novel about idyllic early 20th century life--written from a boy's perspective--by another son of northern Illinois, Ray Bradbury, in Dandelion Wine.
Of course in An American Life
, Reagan did a pretty good capturing the flavor of small town life in the second decade of the last century, as he recalled a bit of brotherly mischief from his Tampico days: A pair of toddlers intent on plucking some refreshing shards of ice from the back of the wagon, we crawled over the tracks beneath a huge freight train that had just pulled in. We'd hardly made it when the train pulled out with a hissing burst of steam. Our mother, who had come out on the porch in time to see the escapade, met us in the middle of the park and inflicted the appropriate punishment.
Ninety-five years later, other kids come to Tampico, in the back seat of their parents' car, or by school bus, to see where Reagan's storied life began: They see where Dutch came from, and ponder how Dutch first became a famous actor, a governor, then President of United States.
And since Reagan came from Tampico, the tiniest of towns, then surely any boy-- or any girl--can grow up to become President.
That belief, that hope, is Dutch Reagan's last gift to America.
5 comments:
Tom Roeser had this recollecton of Reagan. Read the whole thing but here's Roeser's final paragraph. Roeser had found an apartment Reagan lived in on the south side from Police records of where Reagan's dad had been found drunk on the sidewalk.
What struck me about that experience was the comfort that Reagan had living in his own skin, the son of an alcoholic, who suggested that his father’s detention records be looked up. Not many successful men-much less the president of the United States-would so voluntarily give out that information. Reagan referred to his father’s alcoholism several times notably in his first autobiography, “Where is the Rest of Me?,” recounting that he once he came home from school and found his father lying on the sidewalk, arms akimbo resembling very much a crucifix. This was the first time he had mentioned his father’s police record. There’s a greatness to that anecdote about the 40th president that means very much to me. I never saw him up close again: only from afar, at the 1984 convention and the 1985 inauguration.
I visited Tampico a year ago, for a First Day of Issue Ceremony for the Ronald Reagan Stamp. It was perhaps a bit quaint to hold the ceremony in the lobby of the old bank, just one floor below the room where Reagan was born, but it felt nice. (By the way, the cake they made for the event, which was designed like the stamp, tasted great!)
I'd say Reagan was probably our 10th best President. He might have been higher if not for his not caring about the deficit.
What is so striking about these stories of admiration for Reagan, are those that come from admirers of George W. Bush.
If George Walker Bush were George Walker Smith, he wouldn't be fit to manage an Arby's - let alone the country. Likely he wouldn't have gone to Yale, nor Harvard, nor would he have clouted out of Vietnam.
Say what you will anout other scions of the wealthy that have held the office - none have been so inarticulate or just plain bumbling as Bush (including his own father - who was certainly a competent, even if unremarkable president).
The ordinary upbringing of Reagan, or Clinton, or Nixon, or Carter makes their presidencies, however flawed, even more remarkable. And Bush's that much less.
I agree with 1:15. That's why I love Lincoln. He grew up dirt poor.
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