Sentimental History

There are so many poignant stories that aren’t mainstream, reminding us that we all possess humanity in one way or another.

I’d like to share eight tender tales of lore, five about U.S. Presidents.

Theodore Roosevelt wore a ring with a lock of Abraham Lincoln’s hair, John Hay, Lincoln’s Secretary, who became Teddy’s Secretary of State, had given him to wear at his Second Inauguration on May 4th, 1905. Hay, twenty years TR’s senior, died shortly after, so Teddy, with great reverence, still wore the ring until he died in 1919. lincolnhairring.jpg

Andrew Jackson was a recent widower when he took his Oath of Office in 1829, his beloved wife Rachel dying of heart failure a few months earlier. He held her missal in his hands, while a weeper, a black strip of crepe, circled the brim of his hat in mourning for her.

Bobby Kennedy, never getting over the loss of his brother Jack, always wore his overcoat that was much too big for him. He also wore the PT 109 Tie Clip Jack had given him. When an ardent fan tried grabbing it while he was running for the Presidential Nomination in 1968, he said,  Unknown.jpeg “Please don’t take that…my brother gave it to me.” Unknown-1.jpeg

When John F. Kennedy died in November, 1963, there was a consensus that his casket, lying in state, should be left open.

Jacqueline Kennedy did not want her husband’s remains looked upon, leaving the decision to Bobby, who went to the Capitol before it was opened to the public. Bobby silently looked down at his brother, then sat by the coffin and wept.

It was kept closed.

The millionaire, John Jacob Astor, who died on the Titanic, April 15th, 1912, when found identified by his initials, still had his pocket watch attached to his blue serge suit. Vincent, his eldest son, in homage to his father, wore it for the rest of his life. Unknown-1.jpeg

Fala, Franklin Roosevelt’s famous Scottish Terrier, was a gift from FDR’s cousin, Margaret (Daisy) Suckley. When he suddenly died in Warm Springs, Georgia on April 12th, 1945, Daisy who was present, assuming his wife Eleanor wouldn’t want her, took Fala home.

Eleanor, however, made Daisy bring Fala back,  Unknown.jpeg living together happily until Fala died at 12, in 1952, seven years after her beloved master.

Eleanor buried Fala at Springwood, their home in Hyde Park, next to Chief, the Roosevelt’s German Shepard, by the sundial across from Franklin in the rose garden. images.jpeg

When Thomas Jefferson, now a widower, lived in Paris from 1784-1789 as our Minister to France, he took Sally Hemings with him to look after two of his children. Sally, probably the most famous slave in U.S. history, was a free soul in France and could have stayed there, but chose to go back home to Virginia with the man who legally owned her there, making me think, though despite unseemly circumstances, there was a great love between them.

The Marquis de Lafayette, one of our most loved heroes of the Revolutionary War, in 1829, came back to America for a final farewell. After Lafayette laid the corner stone at Bunker Hill, where on June 17th, 1775, the first battle in the War of Independence was fought, we presented him with a trowel of earth to take home to France commemorating the day.

When he died on May 20th, 1834 at the age of 77, his son, George Washington Lafayette, tossed the dirt over his father’s casket as they lowered it, tearfully declaring…

my Father always said, he had two countries.

That might be my favorite.

SB

 

 

 

 

 

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 Amazon.com. Thanks.
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58 Responses to Sentimental History

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I always enjoy reading historical facts. I passed my laptop over to Pookie so he could read them too. When he was finished, he scrolled to the top and was very impressed with your header. It really is so professional.

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  2. Eilene Lyon says:

    These are wonderful stories, Susannah. I must point out a couple dates, though. Teddy died in 1919 and the Titanic sank in 1912.

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  3. Sorryless says:

    Your knowledge is voluminous, SB. Most every story about the Kennedy brothers is a poignant one, given the history.

    These complex men, holding so tightly to talismans. There’s something to that.

    I think I’m with you. That story about Marquis de Lafayette is a special one.

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  4. I always love your history pieces. It’s nice that you love history as much as I do. I’m sure you could teach American history by now.

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    • I would love that. I see how people perk up when I go on one of my verbal rants. It’s a pity all Americans don’t know more of their illustrious lore. And I don’t use such a grand word loosely. It is. Like Ken Burns says, you can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been. Thanks my friend. Skinny’s husband, by the way, commented on the header you did. It is awfully nice if I may say so myself.

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  5. Dale says:

    Your love of history enriches us, Susannah. These little tidbits do indeed bring their humanity front and centre.
    Lovely. Simply lovely.

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  6. Each of these stories, left a tear.

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  7. Patricia says:

    Very interesting. I read mostly fiction so this was all new to me.

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    • I like fiction too. About to reread Rebecca. I’m just a fan of the fact no one knows. So many that are poignant and funny. Like when one of Teddy Roosevelt’s sons was sick in bed, another one, to cheer him up, brought his favorite pony up to see him by way of the White House elevator, or lift, as it was called. it was one of those that had pulleys. His mom wasn’t too happy, but TR roared. 🙂

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