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Rock, Snow, Clouds, Trees, and Very Few Words I took a walk yesterday with friends in Grand Teton National Park. Along the way I composed a blog post with some historical notes about this, one of the grandest mountain-scapes in the entire world. Then I began editing my photos for this post, and I find myself speechless. And so I will let these images speak for themselves, allowing myself only this short phrase from Henry David Thoreau: "In wildness is the preservation of the world." Photos by Bill Youngs View more entries on the American Realities blog... (You know you want to!) This current post is one of a growing number of historically-themed entries on americanrealities.com. To see a complete list of other entries, click here
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Eleanor Roosevelt's Last Christmas with her Father Eleanor Roosevelt and her Father Elliott Roosevelt, 1889 During the next five years Elliott and Eleanor's mother, Anna, would both die. Source: Wikipedia Commons Later in life, when Eleanor Roosevelt was the most famous and influential woman in the world, she cherished the memory of her last Christmas with her father. Elliott Roosevelt was a troubled man who had failed in business, taken to drink, and -- in the wake of breaking his ankle -- become addicted to pain-killing drugs. This passage from Eleanor Roosevelt: A Personal and Public Life, describes the heartbreak at the center of Eleanor's childhood and that of her mother, Anna Hall Roosevelt: Elliott spent much of the summer in bed and found solace in medicines more poisonous than the hurt ankle: morphine and laudanum. These drugs, prescribed freely in Victorian America, carried Elliott into a pleasant oblivion where neither the pain of the ankle nor the mortification of his personal failures could touch him. During the summer and fall of 1889 his ankle slowly healed, but his drug dependence increased. Anna begged him to give up narcotics. He refused, and in December he abruptly left the family and went south, ostensibly to seek a rest cure. Elliott's abuse of drugs and alcohol continued, however, and to make matters worse he had an affair with one of the Roosevelt servants, Katie Mann. At the insistence of his brother, Theodore Roosevelt, Eliott was sent off to a kind of exile in Abington, Virgina, where he was expected to conquer his addictions and recover his fortune. While in Abington he made friends easily among the adults and the local children, perhaps in compensation for the absence of his beloved daughter, As described in Eleanor Roosevelt: The adults of Abington could hardly object to their children's devotion to Elliott, for they too were captivated by him. He drank apple cider at their firesides, read them his favorite poems, and invited them to his rooms to sing songs around the piano. During the winters when snow lay deep on the hillsides around Abington, Elliott organized sledding parties for the whole town. He joined the local Episcopal Church, sang in its choir, and was soon made a member of its vestry. Like his father, "Greatheart," Elliott became known for his charities. He distributed old clothes and Christmas turkeys to the poor and persuaded his brother-in-law to support missions in the coal-mining camps on his lands. One of Elliott's many admirers was so taken by him that in 1900 she urged her friends to vote for the Republican ticket simply because Teddy Roosevelt, the Vice-Presidential candidate, was Elliott's brother. But that moment never came. Anna contracted diphtheria in New York and died. Elliott was devastated. But Eleanor loved and missed him all the more. Then came the Christmas that she would remember for the rest of her life: After her mother's death Eleanor and the boys went to live with their Grandmother Hall on 37th Street. Elliott wanted the children with him in Virginia, but in her will Anna requested that they be raised by Mary Hall, and none of their relatives would encourage Elliott to assume custody. He returned alone to Abingdon after the funeral, but Mary, moved by compassion, invited him to spend Christmas with the children. The promise of that moment was short-lived; Elliott continued drinking and alcohol led to his death. But that wonderful Christmas remained with Eleanor throughout her life as a powerful talisman. Christmas was an important part of Eleanor Roosevelt's adult life. She even kept a "Christmas closet" in which she stored presents throughout each year, carefully selecting each gift for each member of her family and friends. Many years later, when she was on the path to being America's foremost First Lady and a key person in drafting the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, she remembered all of these details of that long-ago Christmas: white gloves, little ribbons, a puppy, her beloved father, and the Christmas hint, elusive but heartfelt, of the possibility of reconciliation.... View more entries on the American Realities blog...
(You know you want to!) This current post is one of a growing number of historically-themed entries on americanrealities.com. To see a complete list of other entries, click here If you liked this post on Eleanor Roosevelt, you may also enjoy these other ER posts: -- Eleanor Roosevelt Tours the South Pacific During World War II -- Eleanor Roosevelt, Lorena Hickok, a Buick Roadster, and a Trip to Quebec -- Happy Birthday to Eleanor Roosevelt -- October 11, 2013 -- Eleanor Roosevelt and Advertisements -- Tacky or Thoughtful Exploring George Washington's Response to the Fall of Fort Washington, 1776 1776, the "Year of Independence," was already a time of disasters for George Washington; then came the fall of Fort Washington. The leader of the newly-minted Continental Army, he had failed to protect New York City from British occupation. He had been chased from Brooklyn to White Plains then across the Hudson to New Jersey, losing battle after battle. Accepting ill-advised advice from his subordinate Nathanial Green, he had left behind almost three thousand Continentals to hold Fort Washington, the last American outpost in Manhattan. Here's a brief description from "The Continental Army in the Year of Independence." Fort Washington, the last American stronghold on Manhattan, was on a high cliff over the Hudson, surrounded on all but the river side by the British. Washington believed that the position was indefensible but was persuaded by his subordinate, Nathanael Greene, that it could be held. On November 16 he watched in despair from the opposite shore as his fears were realized. The outerworks of the fort were too extensive to be held by the 2,800 men left in Manhattan. They were easily overwhelmed, and the defenders retreated into the fort itself. But it was small and impossibly crowded, and at the day’s end the situation was hopeless, and the garrison surrendered. It was the worst defeat of Washington’s career. In addition to losing almost three thousand men, he lost guns, cannon, munitions, and supplies. "A View of the Attack against Fort Washington" 1776 Source: Wikipedia Commons, New York Public Library Now comes an interesting and important question. Did George Washington actually weep when he learned of the surrender of his namesake fort? The jury is out on this, with two Pulitzer-Prize historians on opposite sides of the question. David Hackett Fischer in Washington's Crossing says of the general, "As the full weight of the disaster fell upon him, he turned away from his lieutenants and began to weep 'with the tenderness of a child.'" David McCullough in his book 1776 concurs that the fall of Fort Washington was a bitter blow: "In a disastrous campaign for New York" the fort's surrender was "the most devastating blow of all, an utter catastrophe." But he doubts the general's tears: "Washington is said to have wept," McCullough writes, "as he watched the tragedy unfold from across the river, and though this seems unlikely given his well-documented imperturbability, he surely wept within his soul." In comparison to the great problems in American history, such as measuring the social impact of the American revolution, the question of whether Washington wept at this defeat is hardly fundamental. And yet this is no trivial subject, for it leads to deeper understanding of Washington's personality, and by extension it provides insights into the way a leader's emotional make-up contributes to the character of his leadership. Additionally, examining the question provides an interesting exercise in historical inquiry. I'll begin with the answer, and then provide the evidence. The answer: George Washington did weep, both inwardly and outwardly, at the fall of Fort Washington. I base this conclusion on two kinds of evidence: (1) other information we have on George Washington's personality, and (2) further information about the actual circumstances that brought the general to tears. Washington's Emotional Personality Washington was famed, as McCullough notes, for his "imperturbability." He could exude confidence when others despaired. As he became more successful in war, his fame for coolheadedness grew. But along the way his emotions were often in evidence, whether in disappointment, triumph, anger, or empathy. A few weeks before the fall of Fort Washington, the general watched his army melt away in a pell-mell retreat before a British attack at Kip's Bay on Manhattan. Was he Imperturbable in this moment? Hardly! Here is a description of that moment from "The Continental Army in the Year of Independence": Again and again Washington tried to rally the troops who surged past him. Finally he came upon two brigades, less terrified than the others, and stationed them behind a stone wall to oppose a British advance. But as soon as a handful of the enemy appeared, these also fled. Now Washington completely lost control of himself. Throwing his hat on the ground and lashing out with his riding crop at men and officers, he cursed and exclaimed: “Are these the men with whom I am to defend America? Good God! Have I got such troops as these?” But the men continued to run, and Washington slumped in his saddle, exhausted from anger and despair. His aides stayed by their chief, watching anxiously as the last of the soldiers made their escape. Across the field, some fifty British soldiers came toward the paralyzed leader. Washington was too hurt to care what happened. Finally, the aides, realizing that they must act, took his bridle and led their dazed commander to safety. In that moment the Commander-in-Chief was dazed and confused, rather than imperturbable. And his emotional state was palpable. He wrote his cousin, Lund Washington, "In confidence I tell you that I was never in such an unhappy, divided state since I was born." But during other moments George Washington's emotional condition was palpably joyous rather than sorrowful. And at the successful Battle of Princeton, on January 2, 1777, his ebullience was as dangerous to his well-being as his despair had been at Kip's Bay. In his enthusiasm he rode within 30 yards of the enemy position. Then he watched the British retreat with childlike enthusiasm. Sitting astride his horse, he waved his sword and shouted, “It’s a fine fox chase, my boys." Years later when Washington had won the war, and the time came to give up his command of the army at an ceremony before the Continental Congress at Annapolis, he revealed again his capacity for deep emotion. Here is how Robert Middlekauff describes that event in The Glorious Cause, his epic account of the American Revolution: Washington rose, bowed to Congress, who uncovered but did not bow. He then read his speech in a manner that, according to contemporary observers, brought tears to many eyes. Washington himself felt deep emotion—his hand holding the speech trembled throughout, and when he spoke of his aides, those dear members of his military "family," he gripped the paper with both hands. His deepest feeling, however, was reserved for an even finer moment—when, commending "the Interests of our dearest Country to the protection of Almighty God, and those who have the superintendence of them, to his holy keeping," he faltered and was almost unable to continue. Washington's emotional makeup was evident in these big-picture moments, winning or losing a battle, addressing congress. It was also apparent in his constant solicitude for his men. At a bridge over Assunpink Creek, defended by the Americans at the Second Battle of Trenton, Washington made a point of standing close to his soldiers. Private John Howland recalled: The noble horse of Gen. Washington stood with his breast pressed close against the end of the west rail of the bridge, and the firm, composed, and majestic countenance of the General inspired confidence and assurance in a moment so important and critical. In this passage across the bridge it was my fortune to be next the west rail, and arriving at the end of the bridge rail, I was pressed against the shoulder of the general's horse and in contact with the general's boot. The horse stood as firm as the rider, and seemed to understand he was not to quit his post and station. Howland's little anecdote illustrates the sense of intimacy Washington could convey to his troops. Similarly, the greatest autobiography by a common soldier in the war - Joseph Plumb Martin's Narrative of a Revolutionary War Soldier - tell's his story of a chance encounter with General Washington at the Battle of Yorktown. Martin was a "miner" working with a party of men digging trenches for the attack on General Cornwallis. The night was dark, the British were nearby. Martin writes: There came a man alone to us having on a surtout [long overcoat], as we conjectured (it being exceeding dark), and inquired for the engineers. We now began to be a little jealous for our safety, being alone and without arms, and within 40 rods of the British trenches. The stranger inquired what troops we were, talked familiarly with us a few minutes, when being informed which way the officers had gone, he went off in the same direction, after strictly charging us, in case we should be taken prisoners, not to discover to the enemy what troops we were. We were obliged to him for his kind advice, but we considered ourselves as standing in no great need of it; for we knew as well as he did that Sappers and Miners were allowed no quarters, at least are entitled to none by the laws of warfare, and of course should take care, if taken and the enemy did not find us out, not to betray our own secret. That little touch of Washington in the night speaks volumes about Washington's empathy for the troops. He "talked familiarly" with the soldiers, and aware of their danger if captured and found out as miners, he took the time to warn them to conceal their role in the siege, lest they be summarily executed. The Commander-in-Chief's Objective Circumstances Fort Washington All of these markers of George Washington's personality, show a man who felt deeply about the course of the war and cared deeply, personally about the men who served under him. But what of the circumstances of Fort Washington? What might have increased the likelihood that he shed tears as the fort surrendered? We know that Washington had been beaten repeatedly during the past few weeks. We know that the fall of the fort that bore his name was a bitter blow to the Revolution. But what else? The battle he watched was in the distance. None of the soldiers at Fort Washington rubbed against the general's boot as they crossed a bridge; none spoke with him in the trenches in the night; none was as close as those thirty yards that separated the general from the British at Princeton. In other words, all that fighting in the distance might well remained something of an abstraction for this man who was most engaged in events were intimate, where suffering or triumph or simple fortitude was close and personal. Well, perhaps so, except for one little detail that brings all of the others into focus -- so to speak. As Fort Washington fell, George Washington was watching the battle through a telescope. And so he saw in agonizing detail individual soldiers felled by bayonet and bullet. The scene was so proximate that he was almost there among them -- and yet, he could do nothing for them. And so, my friends, in his despair George Washington did indeed turn away from that heart-rending scene and weep -- "with the tenderness of a child." View more entries on the American Realities blog... (You know you want to!) This current post is one of a growing number of historically-themed entries on americanrealities.com. To see a complete list of other entries, click here |
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