Postwar Career
Following World War II, the Davies took up residence at Tregaron, where they entertained extensively.
In 1945 Davies was made Special Envoy of President Truman, with rank of Ambassador to confer with Prime Minister Churchill and Special Advisor of President Harry Truman and Secretary of State James F. Byrnes, with rank of Ambassador at the Potsdam Conference. His papers from this period deposited in the Library of Congress were long classified documents.
Davies was divorced by his wife Marjorie in 1955. She sold her yacht, the Sea Cloud, to Trujillo. Davies continued to live at his Washington, D.C. home "Tregaron" (named after the village in Wales where his father was born) until his death from cerebral hemorrhage on May 9, 1958.
Ambassador Davies' ashes are buried in the crypt at the National Cathedral, in Washington, DC. He gave both the 50-foot baptistery stained glass window to the Cathedral in honor of his mother, Rachel Davies (Rahel o Fôn) as well as his collection of Russian icons and chalices for their newly formed museum - created by the Dean of the Cathedral, Frank Sayre (Woodrow Wilson's grandson). These rare articles were sold at auction by Sotheby's in 1976 after Davies' death to cover the Cathedral's debt.
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