Our story begins in Denver where President Dwight D. Eisenhower was campaigning. Kansas Senator Frank Carlson was manning the door at an event, letting in the people he believed Ike would want to see.
My father, Art Lowell, was also there. My mother and I had driven him to Abilene where he boarded the train with Ike and Frank which then headed to Denver.
After Ike was elected, he told Carlson that the White House was “the loneliest house I’ve ever been in.” So Carlson, a devout Baptist, suggested that Ike meet with his prayer group. That meeting turned out to be the first joint prayer breakfast including House and Senate members and the president.
