President’s Day 2017

Tomorrow we’re honoring two of our noblest of leaders by closing banks and hosting white sales.

George Washington (February 22, 1732), and Abraham Lincoln (February 12, 1809) I’m sure would be honored to know, in their memory, we all got a great deal on sheets.

When I was a kid, we celebrated them separately, but in our hurry up…who has time…cyber world, we’ve combined them like roommates who once lived alone.

The other point I’d like to make is, it’s really a day for all presidents, not just the rock stars.  And yes, I suppose Donald Trump would have to be included in the party, republican or otherwise.

I think of Teddy, saddled on Little Texas, climbing up San Juan Hill, the presidency just over the horizon.

Thomas Jefferson seated behind his desk, basking in his Declaration of Independence.

James Madison fleeing the White House with Dolly saving Washington’s portrait, moments before the British burned it down.

FDR hosting a naked Churchill, walking those hallowed halls, scaring the hell out of  Eleanor.

JFK escorting Jackie into one of their illustrious state dinners to hear Pablo Casals play.

But alas, Abe and George, the Mick and Elvis of the White House, are our annual guests of honor considered the noblest of all.

Two things stay with me.

One, is how manners caused George to deathly depart after catching cold riding home in a rainstorm.  Guests were expected, and upon arriving late, so not to delay dinner any longer, he didn’t change his wet clothes, dying at the age of 67, on December 14, 1799.

Tis well, were his last words to those assembled at his bedside.

Abe, on that fateful Good Friday in April, 1865, took a carriage ride with Mrs. Lincoln that afternoon. According to a witness he had said, “Mother, we need to try to be happier. When our work is done here, perhaps we could travel…see more of the world.”

Still in mourning for their young son Willie who had recently passed, their pact to proceed in earnest was indeed a poignant one.

I like thinking George and Abe were at peace, riding their mares to those Elysian Fields they both wholeheartedly believed in.

So I will toast them today and quote Teddy by saying…

Bully…to both of you, wherever you happen to be. images-1




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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20 Responses to President’s Day 2017

  1. Awww….I thought it was a weekend dedicated to cherry pie. 🙂

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  2. Men of quality who deserved a longer life than was accorded them.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Great post, Susannah. I always think of today as honoring all our presidents, not just the two. It amazes me how much of a toll the job exacts on those who undertake it. At the end of their terms the aging factor is much greater than four or eight years.
    Even if I had the wisdom, ambition, etc to hold our most esteemed office, I would never want to undertake so much stress, scrutiny, and criticism.

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  4. Gail Kaufman says:

    So funny and sadly true – we honor their memory by getting a great deal on sheets.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. You could be a great historian with all you know about history. I learn a lot from you and your posts. Glad to be back reading them. Sorry I was away for so long.

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