Awash in the glory of seeing three presidential museums in one Virginia week, we (I) set a family goal to see them all. Kris found a presidential fact sheet on the back of a cereal box, cut it out, and put it on Zach’s changing table. Zach began to share our passion.
I searched for the closest presidential museums, learned that Zachary Taylor did not have a museum or historic home, and planned a trip north to Eisenhower’s home in Abilene, KS.
We drove up to Abilene on a Saturday morning and took in Ike’s humble beginnings. His presidential library, the first one we visited run by the National Archives, explained a Kansas childhood, a world-renowned general, and the national highway system. We spent a couple hours at the museum as Zach slept. We also walked the grounds on the warm, bright Kansas day.
We lunched in Abilene at Joe Snuffy’s, a red and white checkered diner; the only one we could find that was open. Zach woke up and I gave him the inside of some french fries when Kris went to the bathroom.
And we headed back to Wichita.