The scene at Young’s Memorial Cemetery on January 8, 1919 as the Colonel’s funeral procession take his casket to the final resting place in Oyster Bay, NY. As an honour to the 26th President, 26 steps lead to his gravesite.
This is a rather morbid way to kick off my new blog devoted to my hero and favourite American. It is in death that we look back on a wildly successful and popular life filled with weakness and triumphs that connect us to such an extraordinary man. Conservationist, warrior, historian, writer, President, rough rider, Governor, son, father, husband, known to many by so many titles, our Teddy was gone. His family and the nation had come to terms with his untimely death.
I’m left to wonder if the death of his son Quientin in The Great War broke “the old Lion’s” heart.
Here too, at his grave, I am left to dream of what could have been should Theodore had stayed with us awhile longer into the roaring 1920s. Could Theodore have boasted of another title, “The Once and future President?”