A Facebook post detailed their love story, and many of our readers asked us to verify the information presented, particularly regarding their first meeting:
The Carters met in Plains, Georgia, though neither of them could have any real memory of their meeting. According to one report, Jimmy Carter’s mother, who was a nurse, helped deliver Rosalynn.
Carter biographer Jonathan Alter told the Voice of America, “They actually met [...] just a couple of days after Rosalynn Smith was born. She was delivered by Jimmy Carter's mother, who was a nurse, and a couple of days after the baby was born, the nurse, Jimmy's mother, Miss Lillian Carter, brought her 3-year-old son over to see the baby."
A Washington Post profile of them described how Rosalynn’s family lived next door to Jimmy’s. His mother, Lillian, was a nurse who helped take care of the newborn Rosalynn, and introduced them when she was but a day old. The New York Times reported that they met the day Rosalynn was born.
“He looked through the cradle bars and saw me,” Rosalynn said of their first encounter.
Their first date took place in the summer of 1945, when Jimmy was home before his final year at the U.S. Naval Academy. He joined his younger sister and her boyfriend on a drive through town, when they spotted Rosalynn in front of a church. He then asked her out on a date, and she eagerly hopped into the car — she had been harboring a crush on him since she was a teenager. They saw a movie, though neither could remember which one.
“The moon was full in the sky, conversation came easy, and I was in love … and on the way home, he kissed me!” Rosalynn wrote in her memoir.
And Jimmy had a realization that same evening that Rosalynn was the woman he would marry. He recounted a conversation with his mother the next day, though he did not share that Rosalynn may have been the baby his mother helped deliver:
“I went to a movie,” he said.
“What did you think of her?”
“She’s the one I’m going to marry.”
Their marriage experienced ups and downs, with Jimmy Carter taking on a more dominant role in the relationship at first, until it grew into a partnership of equals. The Washington Post described how the shift occurred:
When he decided to run for state Senate in 1962, on his 38th birthday, he neglected to tell his wife.
“I just came in one morning and started changing my clothes, from blue jeans to a suit,” he recalled. “Rosie came into the bedroom and said, ‘Jimmy, who died? Are you going to a funeral?’ ”
Four years later, during his first bid for Georgia governor, things came full circle. He was on the phone at home when Rosalynn walked by, and he called out and told her to pack his suitcase for the coming week of campaigning.
“Do it yourself,” she snapped.
The shock of it angered and confused him, but it jolted him into rethinking his attitude. And after that, he told us, there was no part of “our business, personal or political lives that we haven’t shared on a relatively equal basis.”
They also shared their secrets to a long marriage. “But we never go to sleep angry,” Jimmy said. “We found out a long time ago that we needed to share everything. I gave her plenty of space. She does what she wants to, and I do what I want to. But then we searched for things that we could [do] together.”