Word: good
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Sara Roosevelt more was that Franklin seemed to be slipping away from her. She and "dear Franklin" argued over the role he should play in life. In a long, grande dame letter to "Dearest Franklin and Dearest Eleanor" she wrote: "The foolish old saying 'noblesse oblige' is good and 'honneur oblige' possibly expresses it better for most of us. One can be as democratic as one likes, but... we owe a great example." She sorrowed over "the trend to 'shirt sleeves...
F.D.R. left Sara Roosevelt's world, where genteel people set good examples, to begin making another world for himself...
...Sweet But Very Sad." He was an impatient, young (32) Assistant Secretary of the Navy. He wrote Babs: "These dear good people like W.J.B. [Secretary of State William Jennings Bryan] and J.D. [Secretary of the Navy Josephus Daniels] have about as much conception of what a general European war means as Elliott has of higher mathematics." Later: ' I am running the real work, although Josephus is here. He is bewildered by it all, very sweet but very...
...wall. Through the dusty windows, his daughter Ella could catch glimpses of the worn-out Texas land. She wrote laboriously: "Sir. This to say Popa offi low. Now he done stop eating ennything, wont nothing and no one. I am riting let you no he no good. He might be living when you get hear and then he might not." A few hours later, when the coons and possums and mean grey foxes began to move through the scrub oak and cedars, Ella added a postscript: "Popa pass tonight. Will funeali him Friday...
...slavery, and the time when his part of Texas was rich cotton land. He could remember the Yankees coming down the road "all brass buttons and bayonets," remember the uncertain years while the family that had owned him disintegrated and disappeared. Uncle Row stayed on, farming a little, a good hand with horses and stock. He hunted wildcat, bobcat, polecat, foxes, coons, possums and rabbits. Nights, he took a coal-oil lantern down to the Keechi Creek, baited up with rabbit entrails, fished all night long. Uncle Row could catch catfish, when no one else could. There was a secret...