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(Roosevelt) The Long Day
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--FDR Portrait
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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April 23, 1945
The Long Day
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<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.
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