Eleanor Roosevelt - Years After The White House

Years After The White House

President Roosevelt died on April 12, 1945 after suffering a cerebral hemorrage at Warm Springs, Georgia. Eleanor Roosevelt later learned that Lucy Rutherfurd had been with FDR when he died. Her biographer, Joseph P. Lash, called it a "bitter discovery" and wrote that Roosevelt alluded to this in her memoir of the White House years, This I Remember:

All human beings have failings, all human beings have needs and temptations and stresses. Men and women who live together through long years get to know one another's failings; but they also come to know what is worthy of respect and admiration ... He might have been happier with a wife who was completely uncritical. That I was never able to be, and he had to find it in some other people. Nevertheless, I think I sometimes acted as a spur, even though the spurring was not always wanted or welcome.

Read more about this topic:  Eleanor Roosevelt

Famous quotes containing the words white house, years, white and/or house:

    The farmer imagines power and place are fine things. But the President has paid dear for his White House. It has commonly cost him all his peace, and the best of his manly attributes. To preserve for a short time so conspicuous an appearance before the world, he is content to eat dust before the real masters who stand erect behind the throne.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)

    Three years ago, also, when the Sims tragedy was acted, I said to myself, There is such an officer, if not such a man, as the Governor of Massachusetts,—what has he been about the last fortnight? Has he had as much as he could do to keep on the fence during this moral earthquake?... He could at least have resigned himself into fame.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Society is all but rude,
    To this delicious solitude.

    No white nor red was ever seen
    So amorous as this lovely green.
    Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
    Cut in these trees their mistress’ name:
    Little, alas, they know or heed
    How far these beauties hers exceed!
    Fair trees, wheresoe’er your barks I wound,
    No name shall but your own be found.
    Andrew Marvell (1621–1678)

    Ah, yet, ere I descend to the grave,
    May I a small house and large garden have;
    And a few friends, and many books, both true,
    Both wise, and both delightful too!
    And since love ne’er will from me flee,
    A mistress moderately fair,
    And good as guardian angels are,
    Only beloved and loving me.
    Abraham Cowley (1618–1667)