Jimmy Carter made a final trip home to Plains, to be buried near the modest house he shared with his wife Rosalynn for more than six decades.

People living in Plains, Georgia are remembering the legacy of President Jimmy Carter after he was laid to rest Thursday.

Thursday's services capped six days of remembrance for Carter, who died on Dec. 29 at the age of 100. Following the honors in Washington, it was his wish to be buried in his hometown of Plains, next to his beloved wife of 77 years, Rosalynn Carter.

After this morning's service in Washington D.C., the former president's casket has arrived back home in Plains.

Those in Jimmy Carter’s hometown Thursday came from different backgrounds, but they were there for the same reasons. That was to be among the hundreds of folks lining the 1-mile route in Plains, Georgia, from Maranatha Baptist Church to 209 Woodland ...

While his home was always in the small Georgia town, Atlanta gave him the opportunities to cement a political and humanitarian legacy.

Somber moments in Plains, Georgia Thursday as former President Jimmy Carter’s hearse makes its final journey through his beloved hometown.

In Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter’s hometown of Plains, Georgia, there will be a new reminder of the renowned legacy of former President and late First Lady Rosalynn Carter: an eponymous post office.

10:24 a.m.: Grandson Joshua Carter recalled the former president's years of teaching Sunday school at Marantha Baptist Church in Plains, Georgia. He said that Carter would often share news during his classes, connecting the former president's faith with his desire to help those in need.

After Jimmy Carter lost his bid for reelection, he and wife Rosalynn Carter returned to their hometown of Plains, Georgia, where they moved back into the only home they ever owned, located at 209 Woodland Drive.

Carter’s body arrived for a second, more intimate service at Maranatha Baptist Church late Thursday afternoon, a small congregation on the outskirts of Plains, Georgia, where he long taught Sunday school.

By Kathy Vestal For the Salisbury Post “You’re not going to believe this,” my travel companion said, and I could tell by her tone that whatever she had just discovered was something big. We were on a seven-hour road trip,