home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
- <text>
- <title>
- (Roosevelt) The Long Day
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--FDR Portrait
- </history>
- <link 00029><link 00082><article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- April 23, 1945
- The Long Day
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> Mrs. Roosevelt, as guest of honor, arrived at the Sulgrave
- Club tea for the benefit of Washington's children's clinics "with
- a very light heart." She had heard from Warm Springs that the
- President had eaten a good breakfast and was feeling fine. The
- anxiety which she had borne so long was eased a little that
- afternoon.
- </p>
- <p> She sat down next to Mrs. Woodrow Wilson. Soon afterwards,
- she was told that she was wanted on the telephone.
- </p>
- <p> Mrs. Roosevelt rose and left the room. She returned after a
- few moments to apologize for leaving "in this way," and rode back
- to the White House. In her sitting room on the second floor,
- surrounded by hundreds of cherished photographs of her family and
- friends, she faced Stephen Early and Vice Admiral Ross T.
- McIntire. "The President," said Early, "has slept away."
- </p>
- <p> "I am more sorry for the people of the country and the
- world," Mrs. Roosevelt said after a moment, "than I am for us."
- </p>
- <p> "As He Would Want You." The warm sun came through the
- windows of the house which had been her home for twelve years.
- Steve Early telephoned Mr. Truman.
- </p>
- <p> Soon the Vice President came up to the sitting room. "The
- President has passed away," Mrs. Roosevelt told him. When Harry
- Truman choked, "What can I do?" she answered: "Tell us what we
- can do. Is there any way we can help you?"
- </p>
- <p> There were other things to be attended to. Her five children
- must be notified. Anna Boettiger was near by at the Naval
- Hospital, where her son Johnny was recovering from flu. James,
- Franklin Jr. and John were in the Pacific. Elliott was in
- England. She composed a message: "He did his job to the end as he
- would want you to do. Bless you and all our love. Mother."
- </p>
- <p> She changed to a black dress. By 7:15 in the evening she was
- ready. She kissed Anna goodbye and strode with her usual
- determined gait to the waiting limousine, accompanied by Mr.
- Early and Admiral McIntire. They enplaned for Georgia. In the
- dark morning hours, Eleanor Roosevelt walked into the little
- white cottage on Pine Mountain. Silent and alone, she went in to
- her husband.
- </p>
- <p> "Going Home." Miss Delano and Miss Suckley rode with her in
- the car which took them down to the railroad later that morning.
- The black dog the President called "Pup"--the Scottie, Fala--lay
- at her feet. Just ahead of their car rolled the hearse which
- carried the body of the man she had married 40 years ago. Ahead
- marched a band from Ft. Benning.
- </p>
- <p> It was the President's invariable custom, whenever he left
- Warm Springs, to drive past the Foundation administration
- building and shout goodbye to the polio patients in wheelchairs.
- </p>
- <p> Now, in the day's hot brightness, the procession rolled
- slowly into the driveway in front of Georgia Hall. Eleanor
- Roosevelt looked out at the tense faces of the cripples. The
- procession stopped and she saw Graham Jackson, a Negro
- accordionist who had performed for the President many times. He
- stepped up beside the hearse and began to play. It was "Going
- Home," one of the President's favorites.
- </p>
- <p> A photographer aimed his camera at her. She lifted her hand
- and framed the word, "Please," and he lowered his camera. The
- procession crawled on.
- </p>
- <p> The special train waiting to carry them north was at the
- little wooden station. Soldiers lifted the flag-draped casket
- into the last car, where other soldiers, sailors and marines
- would stand guard over it. The band played on and on; the drums
- echoed hollowly in the hot valley. Leaning on Steve Early's arm,
- with Fala trailing them, she went steadily aboard. The train
- moved slowly out of Warm Springs.
- </p>
- <p> The Last Train. At Atlanta, steel-helmeted soldiers lined
- the station platform, crowds filled windows overlooking the smoky
- terminal. Atlanta's dapper Mayor William Hartsfield came into her
- car. "You know there are no words to express how we feel."
- </p>
- <p> "I understand," she told him.
- </p>
- <p> The train rumbled on, past fields where farmers tied their
- mules and stood at the fences with their hats off--into
- Greenville, S.C., where thousands packed the station area and
- someone passed aboard a wreath from Mrs. Kate Finley, whose son
- had been killed in the war--into Charlotte, N.C., where more
- thousands stood, bare-headed and staring, where she heard Negroes
- singing spirituals. The train rolled on through the dark hills of
- Virginia, into the nation's capital at last and toward the end of
- Eleanor Roosevelt's longest day.
- </p>
-
- </body>
- </article>
- </text>
-