Eleanor Roosevelt – My Day (July 1941)

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MY DAY

By Eleanor Roosevelt

July 1, 1941

Hyde Park, Monday –
After leaving Ethel yesterday morning, we stopped for nearly an hour and saw Johnny, Anne and young Haven, who are staying in Nahant, Mass., with Anne’s mother, Mrs. Wiltse, who has just come back from Honolulu for the summer. Johnny has to be at his naval course in the Harvard Business School all week, but unless on duty, he can be home on Sundays.

It is fun to watch the babies in the family grow up. Young Haven has just discovered that it is quite delightful to play in the water, as long as his father holds him safely in his arms, so together they swim all over the pool. He has no fear, so I think he will grow up as accustomed to it as a small duck.

We proceeded towards home by a long, but very beautiful, route over the Mohawk Trail. We had a lovely drive, but only reached here at 9:00 p.m. I dashed over to the big house to see our son, Jimmy, and his wife, as well as my husband and mother-in-law.

Jimmy has lost ten pounds, which he could ill afford to lose. He is on sick leave for a little while, but he has much of interest to say on the various things he observed. I am looking forward very much to reading his diary.

Princess Martha of Norway, her children and household, have been staying with my mother-in-law for a few days. This morning the children all came over to the pool to swim at the same time that my brother and I were swimming. To my surprise, little Prince Harald, (Harald correct) who had to wear water wings when he was here last year was paddling around very efficiently by himself.

All the children have grown. I saw them out riding this morning before they came to swim. They are on their way to Cape Cod and I think will enjoy the salt water and free life there. I sincerely hope it will be cooler than it has been since they came here.

I hate to see Jimmy and Rommie leave us this afternoon, but he is going to his farm in Framingham, Mass., for a complete rest.

My mother-in-law is having quite a lunch party this noon for a private opening of the library, when the neighbors will get a chance to look it over carefully for the first time.

I read with real grief this morning of Mr. Paderewski’s death. I don’t doubt that for him it is infinitely easier than to go on living in the world as it is today, but one cannot help wishing that he might have lived to see at least the forecast of a happier future for his people.


July 2, 1941

Hyde Park, Monday –
At 4:00 yesterday afternoon, we all gathered at the library and the President laughingly said it was the last time anyone would be able to see it free. At midnight last night, it was turned over to the government and will be run by a board of trustees, the chairman of which is the Archivist of the United States.

The ceremonies were very simple. Our local Catholic priest, Father Mee, pronounced the invocation. The Postmaster General, Mr. Frank Walker, was master of ceremonies, for he has been chairman of the committee which raised the money to build the library. Mr. R. D. W. Connor, the Archivist of the United States, spoke very interestingly, and was followed by Professor Samuel Eliot Morison of Harvard University, who has a sense of humor which is quite delightful, and who combined his history and his sailing in the fogs of the Bay of Fundy in a truly enchanting manner.

The President then spoke and Judge Conger handed the trustees their parchments and administered to each one the oath of allegiance. Dr. Frank Wilson, our own rector, pronounced the benediction and the dedication was over.

Afterwards, I had an opportunity to talk to a number of people who took the trouble to come to Hyde Park. I was particularly glad to see Mr. Nathan Straus, Administrator of the U. S. Housing Authority, and to talk for a little while with him. Everywhere in the country I see evidence of the good work of the Authority and I am grateful to Senator Wagner’s vision, which set up a medium for accomplishing, a comprehensive housing program, which will serve us not only in our present emergency, but will mean much in the future.

This is especially true because of the way in which Mr. Straus has developed an organization in which every branch consists of experts and men of high calibre. This can be accomplished only when one is creating a group which is to be continuous, and is not only for use during an emergency period.

Mrs. “Evie” Robert waved a package at me in the middle of the ceremonies, and I found she was the bearer of a most delightful blouse made by a woman from Missouri. Mrs. Robert told me she is planning a trip to South America, which she hopes to make useful by creating a sense of goodwill and by learning something which she can then impart to her fellow citizens on her return. I know she will create admiration for her beauty wherever she goes.

Mrs. Florence Kerr and Mrs. Anna Rosenberg spent the late afternoon and dined with us. Most of us had a swim and I was glad for my husband’s sake, because during the ceremonies he looked as if he found the heat rather trying. There were guests at lunch today, but everyone is conscious of the heat, so we welcome a thunderstorm which is going on at the moment.


July 3, 1941

Hyde Park, Wednesday –
There is an interesting book which the American Youth Commission has just published called Time On Their Hands, which is a report on “leisure, recreation and young people.” This book brings out the fact that with all the increase in commercialized entertainment that has come about in the last few years, our young people really have less opportunity for fun than they used to have.

Radios and movie programs are as available to rural youth as they are to urban youth, but somehow much of the joy of life that used to be created by simple human contacts and working together for fun or for educational and civic purposes, seems to have disappeared out of modern life. Our particularly underprivileged youngsters are those who come from the lowest income group, or who live in rural areas and, above all, our young Negro people. We need better planning and trained leadership.

The National Recreation Association has made a study of the amount of money which communities should devote to recreation per capita. They place it at $3.00, but in 1937, that standard was reached by only two of the 94 cities of 100,000 or more population. The average per capita expenditure for this whole group of cities was $1.54.

We are doubly conscious at the moment of the need of recreation, because we have found it so vital in and around our army camps. One idea which I have just heard about and which is being tried out in a number of communities around the camps is well worth considering. They have set up community cookie jars for the boys. Village and farm wives are sending in packages to the recreation center to keep these cookie jars full. I am told that they are one of the most popular things that have been tried.

I wonder if every home community is getting together to look after their boys wherever they go. Sending them packages of small luxuries, and even of necessities, is important. We have places where some of our Regular Army men are stationed today where a little thought on the part of their home communities would mean a great deal. This is even more true for the draftees who, in an hour, change from civil to military life.

The heat continues with very little break, but I find that as long as I sleep on my porch at night, it does not bother me a great deal during the daytime. Miss Jacqueline Cochran is lunching with us today and I am most anxious to hear the report of her trip, which I shall tell you more about in a future column.


July 4, 1941

Hyde Park, Thursday –
The Fourth of July seems to me to have a special meaning this year. They were young men who wrote and signed the Declaration of Independence. Back of them there must have been old men, women and young people in the Thirteen Colonies, who agreed with them, and were willing also to pledge their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor “for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

Few of them envisioned the great nation they were founding, nor could they possibly have imagined the world which would exist in the year 1941. But the feelings which moved those young men are the same which must move both men and women today, if we are going to meet our new problems with the same spirit and determination as our ancestors did in 1776.

Curiously enough, it is again a question of liberty which is going to weld us together as a nation, I think, and to bring us into closer contact with the people of other nations throughout the world. I have never believed that the majority of the people, even in Germany and Italy, if they were free and knew the truth, would want to fight their brothers of other nationalities. They have no liberty, they must believe what they are told, and thus must act according to a pattern laid down by the dictators. Therefore, in turn, they force the people of conquered nations to do the same.

It is true that for a long time both Germans and Italians have been accustomed to receiving orders. None of us who has traveled in these countries can forget the frequent verboten signs and non passare, which is the Italian equivalent. If you are directed in every step you take, you cease to function as a thinking human being. But that does not mean that if you had an opportunity to think, to know and to be free, you would not choose liberty instead of despotism.

War spreads, and on this Fourth of July, those of us who long for peace, and yet who would not give up liberty even to obtain peace, must remember what made the men of 1776 so strong. It was the formulation of an ideal which they thought would bring them a better life. Perhaps that is something which must be done for Europe and Asia today. The people of those countries will only win their revolution if they have a world which they understand and which inspires them to strive for themselves to attain life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.


July 5, 1941

Hyde Park, Friday –
I have just read a report made by a committee of farmers who attended the annual AAA meeting in Washington in the early part of June. I am quoting a few sentences from the preamble because I think this document is of statesmanlike quality and deserves the praise of all citizens in the nation.

In the interest of the national welfare, we pledge ourselves to marshalling the agricultural resources of this country so as best to meet the needs of defense. In fulfilling this pledge it is essential to avoid throwing agriculture any further out of balance than is required by the necessity to meet successfully the challenge to our democratic way of life. The defense effort must succeed. The interests of any economic group must be subservient to it and inspired by a willingness to give rather than to take. As representing the farmers of the nation in respect to the program of the Agricultural Adjustment Administration, we assure the people and the government of the United States of our full compliance with this policy.

They then proceed to make their recommendations. I cannot quote them all here, but I think a few are worthy of our consideration. They apply to any business or family group when translated into other purposes, though certain things apply specifically only to people who have land which they can use.

The strength of the nation lies in the strength of the individual families that comprise it. The security of the individual family depends on the security of the nation. During the period of defense preparedness and increased industrial activity and higher prices, farm families should, as far as possible, reduce debts to a minimum and accumulate reserves of cash and commodities.

To keep our agriculture in a healthy condition, it is necessary for prices of farm products and industrial prices to be kept in balance.

Adequate production by farmers should not be at unnecessary expense of conservation of land and other resources.

That greater emphasis should be given to proper nutrition. Official records reveal that about one-third of our people are below the safety line in health largely due to inadequate and improper diet. This appalling deficiency must be corrected.

The Secretary of Agriculture, Mr. Claude Wickard, makes a special plea asking that, where we can, we reduce the consumption of cheese. We have never considered cheese an essential part of our diet, but the British are accustomed to using it in greater quantities. I am sure we will make every effort to meet any requests such as this.


July 7, 1941

Hyde Park, Sunday –
Friday night, the President returned to Washington. On Saturday morning, our Norwegian guests left on their drive to Massachusetts, where they will be on the shore for the rest of the summer. I think they were all looking forward to the free and peaceful life up there.

I had my annual picnic yesterday for the Hudson Shore Labor School. The old Summer School for Industrial Workers at Bryn Mawr now has transferred its habitat to Miss Hilda Smith’s place across the river from us. Some sixty girls from every part of the country and from a variety of unions are studying there this summer. They have a few Austrian refugees and two campers from Canada.

I enjoyed my time with them very much indeed. I think my greatest pleasure was in meeting Dr. Max Lerner for the first time. We sat around and talked after lunch and I noticed how stimulating he was. But he did not come up to speak to me until just before they all left, when he brought his daughters over to introduce them and it was a pleasant surprise to discover his identity.

Today a few friends are coming to lunch and Bishop Atwood, who is staying with my sister-in-law, Mrs. J. R. Roosevelt, is coming over with her this afternoon to see me.

The news is discouraging to read these days. I keep wondering if a day will ever come when we shall open a newspaper or turn on a radio without a sinking of the heart.

I am receiving the most interesting items of information as to the work which is being done in various communities near our Army camps. In Falmouth, Mass., a group of 600 girls, which they hope will soon grow to 800, has been organized to attend dances in the camps. One chaperon is in charge of every six or seven girls, and I understand it has proven to be a very satisfactory and pleasant way to be of service.

In the Galveston, Texas, area, the restaurant owners in the city were called together and asked to provide a special dinner not to exceed 25¢ for men in uniform. The plate would be called a “soldiers special” or something similar. I think this is a grand idea and shows that there is organization going on really to be of service to the men in uniform.


July 8, 1941

New York, Monday –
I find that there is a lack of realization that the aluminum which you and I are collecting, must be held and not turned in until the date which has been set, July 21. Trying to turn it in now is a bad plan apparently, for some patriotic housekeepers have been used by some junk dealers, who found it very pleasant to collect aluminum and make some money out of it.

So you and I may prepare by obtaining our new pots and pans in some substitute ware for our aluminum utensils. We must not turn the aluminum in until some person officially designated to receive it is announced by Mayor LaGuardia.

It began to rain yesterday afternoon, but in spite of that and heavy traffic, three of us managed to make our way up to Mrs. George Huntington’s for a very pleasant evening. I was presented with three beautifully colored postcards of the grounds and cottages, which Mrs. Huntington’s maid and chauffeur had colored with infinite care.

Today we are off for New York City, and it will be a busy day. I shall have to tell you more about it tomorrow, for I only know that I am to be on the steps of the City Hall at 11:00. From there on, the Mayor and I participate in functions together for about an hour and a half.

I keep receiving letters from people who head the Women’s Institutes in England, an organization which is comparable to our Home Bureaus, and which is affiliated with them internationally. The letters tell me what the seeds we sent have meant to them.

Yesterday I received a letter from a woman with whom I went to school in England and who lives on the coast there. I quote part of her letter:

It is splendid to feel that your great country realizes so fully what we are up against and there is a lovely feeling of kinship with all the peoples who are banded together to overcome this embodiment of evil. Indeed this is a righteous war and a crusade to save those who are oppressed. We are all sacrificing everything gladly for the sake of freedom and to save goodness, kindness and self-respect. Life here is curious, such an odd sense and a realization of the impermanence of all material things and possessions. One sows seeds, one plants and cultivates with a detached feeling, wondering subconsciously whether one will be there to reap the crops or whether their progress will be hastened by a bomb.

I can hardly realize that the little girl I remember could have written this letter, but it is one worth our considering. Impermanence for certain things is not so bad if we can count on permanence in our real values.


July 9, 1941

Hyde Park, Tuesday –
I was a little late at City Hall in New York City yesterday morning because we encountered some pretty heavy showers, which always slow up my driving. As soon as I reached City Hall, the Mayor appeared and we went at once to the council room, where there was a large gathering.

I was happy to see my friend, Mr. David Dubinsky, amid a number of familiar faces. The girls who modeled the clothes and the girls who sewed in the labels were all as pretty as could be.

These labels have a real significance. They guarantee that labor conditions are good and tell every woman in the United States that she is wearing a dress designed and manufactured in New York City, which today claims to be the fashion center of the world. Mrs. Dorothy Anderson will be the Executive Director of the New York Dress Institute and I am sure that she will successfully promote the wearing of these dresses. Those shown us ranged in price from $1.95 to $295.00.

I was interested in the speed with which the girls sewed in the labels, and could see that this day was one of real excitement for them. May it also be a day which inaugurates a program providing more work for many people under better working conditions.

I joined the Mayor and drove up to the opening of the Soldiers and Sailors Club at 99 Park Avenue. This is to be a central bureau of information where any soldier, sailor, marine or aviator can find out what is planned and available in recreation along the lines of his particular interests. Today the lucky boys, fifty strong, who faced us, were all turned over to very pretty girls, who drew the names of their partners out of the Mayor’s hat. They then went off to show their escorts the town.

Mr. John Golden was on hand. I discovered he was responsible for arranging to let them all see the play Claudia, last night. I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did when I saw it in Washington.

After lunch, I went to the Hotel Astor to see a collection of women’s clothes, which a group of English manufacturers have brought over for sale to our big shops. They certainly have some perfectly delightful materials, which I am sure were made in Scotland. It is extraordinary that, in spite of all they have been through, they can still turn out clothes carefully made and showing no sign of being made under unusual conditions. They presented me with a dress they had made for me and brought over. It is very charming and I know I shall enjoy wearing it.

We returned to Hyde Park through the rain. Some friends came to dinner, and so ended a busy day. Now we are starting off with my mother-in-law to drive to Boston, Massachusetts.


July 10, 1941

Boston, Wednesday –
The trip I took yesterday was over a road I had not travelled before. The first part of it was very familiar until we reached Sharon, Conn., and took Route 4. Somehow, I have missed this road up to now, and I was completely charmed with it. Much of the way one is either in sight of a swiftly running stony brook, or of small lakes. Frequently the woods and hills close in around one.

I enjoyed the drive and I have never seen roses growing in such profusion; over stone walls, up trellises on houses and even on trees. Pink and red rambler roses seem to swarm in lavish abundance.

We had a shower or two on the way. When we stopped under a tree for lunch, it began to rain in earnest just as we barely finished. Suddenly I looked up from buttering bread to see a state police car and a state policeman conversing with some members of the party.

He turned around and when I asked him if we had done anything wrong, he answered:

No, just don’t drive too fast.

Since I had been driving with particular care, I felt quite sure that that could not be his chief concern. I found later that he had come to make sure that we were not in any trouble and did not need any help.

We reached the Hotel Statler in Boston, about 4:00, and Johnny met us at the door and took his grandmother upstairs. Anne joined us and very soon Jimmy and Rommie and Mr. Sargent came. We all sat around chatting until Johnny had to go back to school at 5:45.

My mother-in-law had a light supper while we sat with her, and then she went to bed. Miss Thompson and I went out with Jimmie and Rommie to eat far more than was good for us, at a restaurant which Jimmy remembered from his college days.

I think we all slept well last night. I tried to drive so carefully and was so afraid that something would happen which would give my mother-in-law a scare, that I found myself more tense than I ordinarily am.

Everyone that I have seen so far is relieved that the United States is taking over in Iceland, and thereby making sure that no enemy will gain a foothold at the northern end of this hemisphere. I am sure we are going to know more about Iceland than we have ever known in the past. I didn’t know that it was the oldest democracy in existence, nor did I realize that many of her sons and daughters have come to settle in the United States.

This morning, we are stopping to see Anne and young Haven Clark Roosevelt, and Ethel and young Franklin D. Roosevelt III, because my mother-in-law can not bear to neglect the youngest members of the family.


July 11, 1941

Ellsworth, Maine, Thursday –
Yesterday was a really successful day. My mother-in-law saw so many of her young people that she was completely satisfied, and that happens rarely. The two youngest great-grandchildren behaved themselves extremely well. There were no tears from little Haven, whom my mother-in-law has not seen since he was three months old.

He liked the concentrated attention of his mother, two grandmothers, a great-grandmother and Miss Thompson. Only the two dachshunds were dissatisfied. Finally, one of them went up to the baby and licked his face, seeming to feel that in this way he would gain some attention himself.

Of course, little Franklin III having left Hyde Park so recently, knew us all quite well and was very glad to see us. We were all glad to see Franklin Jr. also, who is laid up with an infected leg as a result of what he thought was a mere scratch acquired during gunnery practice while at sea some days ago.

Not far from Ipswich, Mass., we stopped for a very brief lunch and the rest of the day we drove steadily. There seemed to be a great deal of traffic going south and west, but we made good time and finally turned south at Bath, Maine, to go to Sebasco Lodge. They had a cottage for us right on the water and it was really a beautiful spot.

I can well see that this is a marvelous summer resort for children and grownups alike. There is a golf course, tennis courts, wonderful rocks to climb and a small fresh water lake not far from the ocean, where swimming must be warmer than in the sea.

Last night, I finished reading a charming story in verse by Alice Duer Miller, which I have never happened to read before. It is called “Forsaking All Others” and achieves in a remarkably concise manner, not only descriptions of character, but a vivid description of incidents.

I am so interested to read that Mrs. Greenway King is going to be chairman of the board of the American Woman’s Voluntary Services. She has always shown great organizing ability for work of this kind and will do it very well and cooperate with the Mayor’s Committee in every way.

Mr. John D. Rockefeller’s credo, given in yesterday’s New York Times, is very fine. The first two paragraphs seem vital for every one of us to remember:

I believe in the supreme worth of the individual and in his right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

I believe that every right implies a responsibility; every opportunity, an obligation; every possession, a duty.

We are now on our way to Campobello.


July 12, 1941

Eastport, Maine, Friday –
While at Sebasco Lodge yesterday, I was handed a letter telling me about the work done in Sebasco Village by Albert Bailey of West Town, Pennsylvania. The economic condition of the lobstermen, many of whom earn only about $400 cash a year, is on a par with some of our other low income localities, only theirs is a cold and long winter which requires more cash income. Nearly every fisherman up and down the coast wrings a very precarious livelihood from the sea.

It is a dangerous life as well, but there is something you do not get away from easily in the hold of the sea. Even making money, while it is desperately important because you have to live, isn’t the most important thing in life. What is being done in Sebasco Village, should be done in every village up and down the coast. Mr. Bailey has had a work camp there and helped the people to help themselves.

They now raise vegetables and can them. The women have a knitting industry, and a housing project is underway which helps the people to build three-room houses for $250 paid in monthly installments. They have started a credit union and a small cooperative store. Isn’t it good to know that this is going on in even one place? The good seed is sown and will surely spread.

We reached Campobello very comfortably, stopping to eat our lunch by the wayside and reaching my mother-in-law’s house before 4:30. As we were driving the last part of the way, my mother-in-law kept saying to me:

There is something in the air here which no other air has. I feel better already.

I really believe that the trip has done her good.

I went over soon after arrival to see the group of students in our own house. I must say it is very exciting to be with a lot of young people who are having a good time, working together and playing together. I feel there is for most of them at least, a keen desire to open up new vistas, better to understand things they had not understood before, and to work out solutions for problems no matter how difficult they may seem. Dr. Neilson says they never weary, and I suppose that is why youth is so important to us. They have the energy and staying power which this sorely troubled world requires.

The Board of Trade of Campobello Island gave a dance last night and we all went down to the hall at 8:30. The NYA band came over from Quoddy Village to play and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Mr. Aubrey Williams and Dr. Floyd Reeves are here for a night or two with us. This morning I expect to go over with Mr. Williams to Quoddy and lunch there with the 850 or more boys, and then return to listen to our small group here during their afternoon lecture and discussion period.


July 14, 1941

Eastport, Maine, Sunday –
These few days have certainly been full of interest. On Friday morning, Mrs. Albert Lasker arrived. I tried to meet her myself in Ellsworth, Maine, only to find that the tide was so low I could not get across the ferry in time. So a car went for her from Lubec and brought Mr. and Mrs. James Wechsler also. Mr. Wechsler is lecturing on labor in defense and the young people are finding him very interesting.

Incidentally, several photographers have appeared on the scene. On Saturday, they tried to catch Justice Frankfurter and Dr. Alfred Cohn as they came across on the ferry. They were going to have one photograph at least, taken with me on the beach. But we were not caught by the photographers for Dr. and Mrs. David Levy arrived first and I drove down to the village with them, and returned to find Dr. Cohn and Justice Frankfurter had been ferried over, landed and started on the road to the house.

Dr. Cohn and Justice Frankfurter are both staying in the house with the students. Justice Frankfurter has already had a number of interesting talks, though his lecture is not being given until Monday. He has done an interesting thing in posing two questions to the students and he feels that, from the answers, he will be able to discover what they know about the law and how he must arrange his subject.

We were half through supper when Mr. and Mrs. Archibald MacLeish appeared at our door. They had left home at 6 a.m. and driven 440 miles. They were to stay down in the village, but they washed up and came down to supper and then went over to the students’ cottage for the evening’s entertainment. The students put on excellent songs and skits and, in spite of their weariness, I noticed that Mr. and Mrs. MacLeish enjoyed themselves.

Justice Frankfurter kept saying:

This is better than the Gridiron.

I am afraid our friends of the Gridiron would feel a trifle insulted, and yet the scripts these young people wrote were clever and witty and made many allusions to local happenings that evoked great laughter from all the young people.

I often wonder how much of a gap there really is between these young people from colleges, the cream of their various crops, and the boys working in Quoddy. It seems to me that the same qualities of leadership which are found in one group are found in the other.

On Friday night, in Quoddy, I met a Mrs. Fountain who has won the title of “Mother,” through her kindness to all the boys on the project. The girls in various neighbors’ houses are always willing to help her out, so she manages to keep the cookie jar filled for the boys and to make little extra things for them to eat every now and then, which make a homesick boy at once feel less keenly the need of his home environment. The boys are all devoted to her and call her “Mom.”

July 15, 1941

Eastport, Maine, Monday –
Yesterday was a very delightful day. First, for a half an hour, Mrs. Archibald MacLeish sang us charming French and German songs. Then the whole group began to sing them with her. While they have not done much singing as a group, I found they showed signs of getting together and really enjoying it. We have several young people with very nice voices and several who play the piano.

Dr. and Mrs. David Levy lunched with us and after lunch we went back to join the students and listen to Mr. MacLeish, who read a commencement address which he delivered this spring, and his poem “America Was Promises.” To hear him read, either prose or poetry, is an unforgettable experience. It was so beautiful that I think that everyone present felt that, in applauding, they were breaking a spell of beauty which had been cast about them.

At about 3:30, Mr. and Mrs. MacLeish left and then I listened to a discussion between Justice Frankfurter and some of the students on the need for political organizations.

To my joy, when we returned to our own house, I found that our son, Jimmy, and his wife had arrived. Soon after, Mrs. Henry Morgenthau Jr. came, having flown up from New York City under somewhat uncertain weather conditions. The fog here was thick until about 5:00, when it suddenly began to clear and the setting sun shone through a rift in the clouds on the water, making the mouth of the river look like a pool of gold.

Today is a really beautiful day and I hope we shall have one of our best sunsets to show Dr. Alfred Cohn and Justice Frankfurter how beautiful this place can really be. For the past two days, they have had rain and fog, mixed with a heavy Scotch mist whenever the rain stopped, which anywhere else would be called a drizzle.

Yesterday evening, I read aloud some selections of rather lighter poetry, ending up with one serious group from “John Brown’s Body” by Stephen Vincent Benet, after which the students began to ask for poems which were special favorites. I was interested to find how many young people read poetry for pleasure. One of them asked me to bring some poems by Langston Hughes, another would like me to read Hood’s “The Song of The Shirt.”

A few letters were written last night, but I still have a desk covered with things which ought to be done before I leave here Tuesday morning. I have little time this morning, because Justice Frankfurter is going to speak at 10:30 and none of us want to miss hearing his speech and the discussion afterwards.


July 16, 1941

Campobello, NB, Tuesday –
Yesterday was another interesting day at the International Students’ Service conference here, spent for the most part listening to Justice Frankfurter addressing the Summer Student Leadership Institute. In the morning, he made a remarkably clear and simple statement of what law means in a civilized society and what the background of our own law is in this country.

He started out by telling us that he could not talk for an hour, since he was trained in the Harvard Law School method of making the pupils do the work. Therefore, he would expect the students being trained for leadership here, to behave in the same way and to carry the burden by asking questions after he had talked briefly. This was at 10:30, and at 12:15 he suddenly looked at Dr. William Allan Neilson, President of Smith College and asked:

What time is it?

He had been as interested as the listeners and I do not think anyone there had taken any account of the passage of time.

We returned to our seats and spent an hour questioning him immediately after lunch. Then all of us got into a boat and went to Eastport, Maine, to visit the Quoddy village. Many of the young people at our institute had never seen an NYA resident project. I found some of them watching the boys at work in the aviation unit, rather enviously, I thought. Finally, one of them said:

I’d like to be here if I was not at Campobello.

We had a sumptuous repast with the senior personnel, what the chef termed a banquet. It certainly was that, and all for the price of 35¢ each. The boys in the kitchen had made us a most beautiful cake with a welcoming inscription on the icing, and I had to cut the first slice.

We attended the council meeting, which actually transacted business, and then Jimmy told them a little about his trip. He had hardly finished his outline, before hands were up all over the room. No need to fear that here there would be any lack of keen interest or good questions.

They poured forth on every hand and showed a knowledge of current events and thoughtful consideration of our present situation which was quite astonishing. I was proud of the young manhood of America and only sorry that the hour was so late we could not stay to satisfy all the eager questions.

The return trip was rapidly made, but it was nearly midnight before actual quiet settled down. I really hate to leave here this morning, but these few days have been almost too stimulating for me. Perhaps I need a little vegetating, for I am getting old. We hope to reach Whitefield, NH, this evening in time for me to dine with my cousin, Mrs. Henry Parish, whom I have not seen for some time. Going back through the northern part of Maine is a pleasant change of scenery, and I always love the White Mountains.


July 17, 1941

Boston, Wednesday –
Yesterday was one of the loveliest days I have spent in a long while, except for the fact that I was entirely stupid about following my route. On that score, I think I can give myself zero. In Bangor, Maine, I turned in the wrong direction on Route 2, and never realized it until I had driven a full hour!

I had planned to cover a good many miles, but I added 88 unnecessary ones. While it was a pretty road, I might have taken it some other time, without disturbing my plans quite so much. As it was, I could not dine with Mr. and Mrs. Henry Parish, but reached the Mountain View House in Whitefield, NH, just as they finished dinner and spent a very happy hour with them.

I had a glimpse also of our rector and his wife, Dr. and Mrs. Wilkerson of Washington, DC, who are spending their vacation at that hotel. The air around Whitefield must be invigorating, for everyone I saw looked very well. Charming young Mrs. Dodge came forward before I left to remind me of my former visit, when I had the pleasure of staying there.

This time there were three of us and I planned to start out very early this morning, so we decided to spend the night in a cottage attached to the Mary Elizabeth Inn near Lancaster, New Hampshire. Here we were very comfortable and carried out our plan of leaving just as the sun began to warm up the valley.

The view of the red sky back of the mountains last night, with one bright twinkling evening star, was unforgettably beautiful. A very friendly lady in the cottage next to ours came over to speak to me and to help me fasten down the top of my car before we settled down for the night. This morning we took the familiar road down to the Boston, past the “Old Man of the Mountain.” I would have liked to walk about here, but I had promised to be ready to greet some of my children at 4:00 p.m. in Boston, so I decided we had better not dally too long on the way.

We were all saddened on Monday to hear of the death of our young friend, Miss Margaret Durand, who was married just before her death to Mr. Aubrey Mills. She had been for many years secretary first, to Mr. Louis Howe, and then to our son, Jimmy. She was loyalty and devotion itself.

Margaret Durand had friends among the most important men of the day as well as among the simplest and least important people. All of them loved her because of her qualities of heart and mind. One wishes she could have been spared the suffering of the past three years, but perhaps some joy has been hers as well.


July 18, 1941

Hyde Park, NY, Thursday –
As soon as I reached Boston yesterday, I was greeted by Johnny and Anne. We had a very satisfactory visit and were joined a little later by Franklin Jr. I telephoned my husband and we spent some little time catching up on news of all the different members of the family. He has Ruth and her two children in the White House and I wish I could be in two places at once, for I would love to see her and Chandler and Elliott, Junior.

All too soon, the message came that Professor Zimmerman was waiting for me downstairs and Mrs. Morgenthau, Miss Thompson and I went out with him to Cambridge. There we had a delightful dinner at the Faculty Club and I enjoyed talking to my two neighbors, Mr. Jerome Green and Mr. Mather. At 8:00, we went over to the evening session of the Harvard Summer School conference on Tomorrow’s Children. Yesterday was the first of three days of meetings. It seems to be a very well attended institute. They told me there was probably someone from every state in the Union present last night.

After speaking, I had a short talk with the reporters and then came back to the Statler Hotel, where I spent some time discussing their interests with a group of students, who are planning to go to South America. They have two months at Harvard under the direction of Mr. Luis Quintanilla and then, I believe, six weeks to two months in Mexico.

After that, they scatter, each of them going to the country he has chosen as the field of his special interest. Mr. Quintanilla says he will be disappointed if out of this group of twelve students who were at the hotel last evening, at least eight do not write really good books on some phase of South American life.

Yesterday, in driving through New Hampshire, I noticed with a great deal of interest the increase in facilities for tourists, visible in better cabins, small hotels and inns all along the way. Skiing in winter has evidently added to the income of the people of New Hampshire, for now they have visitors in some places during the winter as well as the summer.

Farming undoubtedly is still important as a means of livelihood, but I could not help feeling that the tourist trade is beginning to be just as important to some of our states as it is to Switzerland. That poor little country must be suffering sadly now because of the lack of this trade, which has always been its main support. But, perhaps, the war is increasing the appreciation of our people for their own beauty spots.


July 19, 1941

Hyde Park, Friday –
We drove most of the way yesterday morning from Boston to Hyde Park in the rain. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant and easy drive. I think we would have made very good time, except for the fact that we suddenly found ourselves in the midst of a procession of army trucks.

They drive most considerately, leaving plenty of space between each truck for those who want to pass and have to get in behind them. But even at that, it did slow us up a bit. However, we reached home by 12:40 and I owe Mrs. Morgenthau and Miss Thompson a compliment, for in spite of going to bed late, they were up and ready to leave Boston at the early hour we had planned.

Our luncheon guests were three young people from New Jersey and a young school teacher, whom Congressman Geyer had asked me to see. She turned out to be a very charming girl from Los Angeles, who had come East to spend a few short hours with her fiance, who is on a merchant ship now bound for South America. She is finishing her stay in this part of the country with a little sightseeing in New York City.

I took these young people over to see the library and then, at 4:30, guests began to arrive at my mother-in-law’s house, where the Hampton Quartette sang for us. They showed, for the first time, a movie which they had made under a grant from the Harmon Foundation. This movie depicts activities in Hampton Institute in many different fields, and ends with a most inspiring picture of all the boys and girls marching with their faces turned upwards, reminding us of their march forward into the future.

The statistics for employment of Hampton graduates are most impressive. The total employment in all the fields listed was 87%, which would compare favorably with the graduates of any college for white people. The quartette presented me with a book of records which they have just made of Negro spirituals. I am looking forward to playing them very soon on the phonograph.

It was pleasant to arrive home yesterday and to find everything so well in order and smiling faces to greet us. I talked to the President in Washington and he seems to have more of our children gathered in that spot for the moment than I can get together anywhere else. I am rather sorry that they cannot all come here for the weekend, but I shall at least, see some of them next week.

I am off today on a trip to dedicate a new NYA resident center in Auburn, New York.


July 21, 1941

Hyde Park, Sunday –
I flew quite comfortably to Auburn, NY, on Friday in a little seaplane which landed on Owasco Lake. As we looked down, there seemed to be no possible way of getting up to the dock, but we finally saw an open lane and taxied in quite easily.

From 11:00 on, the day was busy. Mr. Aubrey Williams was there and together we visited the NYA grounds, buildings and shops. The plant is certainly a good one, but the best of plants will mean little unless the boys have the right spirit. The head of the council, who was my guide, came down from Middletown, NY, and seemed to be a fine young man well equipped to fill his position as leader.

The girls’ resident project is situated in a delightful house with ample grounds. It is not very far away from the boys’, which makes it possible for the girls to take part of their training in the kitchen and dining room of the boys’ project. The boys work here in three shifts, so the meals have to be served here from 5:00 in the morning through until 11:00 at night.

I think this NYA center should be one of the best training centers in the state, and I am very happy to have had a part in its dedication.

We flew home and were in a fog the last part of the way, so I was surprised when we came down to find that we had actually reached Poughkeepsie, though we had not seen the ground for some time. I was home at my cottage for an 8:00 supper.

Yesterday we had a belated birthday party for my brother. He has a great many warm friends and they gathered together here from as far west as St. Louis, Missouri. Mr. and Mrs. George Bye, and Mr. and Mrs. Robert Deans were responsible for some very original entertainment, including the importation of the Gay Nineties Quartette.

All of our guests were gone by 4:30, but since I was expecting my cousin, Mrs. Hall Rathbone, and her two sons, I put off going in for my second swim until their arrival. The weather was cool and clear yesterday afternoon and I could almost feel a suggestion of autumn as we sat out on the porch in the evening. I know, however, that this is a little premature and that by next week I shall be groaning about the heat.

We had quite a large picnic lunch today, at which the group gathered together violated all the rules that I was taught in my youth. We had a good time as a group, and yet none of us knew beforehand whether we had anything in common or not.


July 22, 1941

Hyde Park, Monday –
I took two groups of people over to the library yesterday and each time found a goodly number of visitors who seemed to be enjoying the exhibits. My two young cousins, the Rathbone boys, were very charming guests. They enjoyed the library just as much as they enjoyed the little boats on our pond and the swimming in the pool. In addition, they were extremely useful at our picnic lunch, and I wished I could always have two such nice young assistants.

At 4:30, Secretary and Mrs. Morgenthau came up for a visit. Then, after a brief talk, I took four guests, who had come up to discuss the refugee problem, up to my cousin, Miss Laura Delano, for dinner.

Today the Arthurdale Advisory Committee members are coming up to meet with me and to lunch here. Then I am going to New York City in the late afternoon, so as to be ready tomorrow morning for a 9:30 engagement.

Parents Magazine has now decided that the girl in her teens has no magazine designed for her particular interest. Therefore, they are getting out a publication entitled “Calling All Girls,” edited particularly for the gentler sex.

I was reminded on Saturday, by one of our guests, that a couple of years ago we celebrated my brother’s birthday in North Carolina and attended the pageant of the Lost Colony at Roanoke Island. In July of this year, Roanoke Island began the celebration of the 354th anniversary of this lost colony.

As we look at what is going on in Europe today, I cannot help feeling that this is the year for all Americans interested in their own history to see this pageant. There is so much in the play pertinent to what is going on in the world. Great Britain was fighting Spain in those days, as she is fighting Germany today. The spirit which made her victorious then, is what must be counted on to make her victorious now.

I do not think anyone can attend this outdoor theatre performance without feeling an admiration for the artistic quality of the production and acquiring a genuine interest in the locality and its people, as they were then and as they are today.


July 23, 1941

Hyde Park, Tuesday –
Last night I dined with Major Henry S. Hooker and afterwards went to Radio City Music Hall, which is certainly a marvellous place. We saw a light movie, with Ginger Rogers playing the heroine. I imagine it ended in the right way, for her heart won over her head.

However, I am not at all sure that, even if her head had been working well, she would not have realized that the marriages which seem to promise that you will be on the receiving end for all the good things of life, are never very satisfactory. Down deep in all of us, there is a desire to give as well as to receive.

Mrs. David Levy called for me at 9:30 this morning and we visited two of the summer play schools, run under the auspices of The Summer Play Schools Association. I thought that this association was primarily interested in keeping children entertained in playgrounds and off the streets during part of each day. Instead, I found that this association carries on real education.

These schools open for the most part, after the Fourth of July and close around the Twentieth of August. During that period, they take children from 8:45 in the morning until 4:00 in the afternoon. There is one hot meal, a rest period, milk at 4:00, as well as outdoor play and recreation. There is also an opportunity to work in the shops and the science rooms, to carry on projects with paint and blocks, and to cook. They go on field trips and come back to make things as a result.

They had been to the New York Grand Central Station yesterday and one child had painted quite a decorative mural of it. Another one was busy on the floor, constructing out of blocks what I imagine was a train shed. The ages of the children run from five to twelve though, in some places, they are making an experiment and taking boys and girls up to fifteen.

The children are not the only ones who benefit from this program. The parents are allowed to come and watch and help, and there is a social service worker who follows up the problems in the home. Every child has a physical examination and follow-up work is done. Young teachers and students get practice training, for which they get credit in their school and college courses. This association benefits the community in many ways.

One of the schools we visited is in the housing project near the 59th Street bridge in Queens, New York City. I was interested to get a glimpse of this project, for I have always thought that it looked nice. They have various other playgrounds as well, but there would be nothing for the children between seven and twelve, if the Play School Association did not exist in summer and after school hours in winter.


July 24, 1941

Washington, Wednesday –
A little after 5:00 yesterday afternoon, on our picnic grounds at Hyde Park, representatives of various organizations in the county gathered to discuss with state representatives what had been accomplished in spreading nutrition information. Miss Ruth Wheeler, of Vassar College, who had been made chairman by the Cornell University group, which is in charge of this work in the State, has been ill, and so the work is not completely organized.

I felt a good deal was accomplished yesterday, for they named a radio and publicity chairman and talked over methods of getting information to the people of our county. A home demonstration agent is being sent by the Emergency Home Demonstration Committee to a group of counties, including Dutchess, and our county agent, Mr. Shepherd, called a meeting at which women were named to take charge of the arrangements for the agent’s work.

This seems to me very important, because she can help us to accomplish things which are now being asked of the women of the United States of America. First we may see that our schools are used as demonstration centers for child feeding. That means that every available source of supply must be tapped for food to be used daily.

I think that every housewife would like to set aside a part of her canning for use in the schools. This program can be carefully planned in every school district so that a variety of foods are available. It seems to me that every rural school might well enter into some reciprocal agreement with the nearby city school, by which they help the city school to carry on a similar food demonstration program. In return, the city school offers them some kind of entertainment or participation in group activity not available in the rural school district.

In addition, we are being asked to furnish certain kinds of foods for use in England. Shipping is a difficult problem, but the food must be available whenever the ships are ready to take it. Therefore, I think every housewife could set aside on her shelves certain things which are needed in England, and feel that she is actively participating in the defense of democracy.

We had a picnic supper after our meeting and my guests found the dehydrated corn soup, which was sent me for demonstration purposes, to be extremely good. Everyone went home by 8:00 and I worked at my desk and finally finished around midnight, having been tempted away from my work to listen to the Treasury programs on the air twice during the evening.

We left Hyde Park this morning at 7:30.


July 25, 1941

Washington, Thursday –
We reached Washington, DC, in time for lunch yesterday and the visitors began to arrive at once. I did have a little time to talk over one or two important family things with the President before he was again engulfed in government affairs, and I was chatting with various people.

At 4:40, I went to the airport with Jimmy and Rommie, who were starting for the West Coast, and waited to meet my daughter, who was coming in from Seattle, Wash., to attend Mayor La Guardia’s meeting on civilian volunteer participation in defense.

Anna was about 20 minutes late, which meant that a gentleman who was waiting to hand me a gift for the President sent by the Mayor of an English city, had to wait for nearly twenty minutes. However, he was very kind about it. Afterwards, Dr. Frederick Douglass Patterson, the President of Tuskegee Institute, came to tell me how well the training of the flying cadets is progressing there, and that Tuskegee is being named as a recreational area for Negro men on leave from Fort Benning.

The Crown Princess of Norway and her party left to return to Massachusetts on an evening train. Our only other dinner guests were Dr. Floyd Reeves, of the American Youth Commission, and Dr. James Meader of Russell Sage College. The latter told me of a most interesting week, which Russell Sage College is going to arrange in October, in which the City of Troy, NY, will participate. The college will celebrate its 25th anniversary with Pan-American week, during which the citizens of Troy will become familiar with the countries of Central and South America under as many different aspects as possible. They hope that their program may serve as a suggestion for doing the same thing in many other localities, which will create a greater sense of friendliness in this hemisphere.

Today has been given up entirely to the meeting held in the White House by Mayor LaGuardia’s Committee. Five members have been named from every corps area and represent all the different interests that enter into our national life. The President received the whole group and spoke to them for a few minutes and then the Mayor proceeded to outline his general ideas.

After lunch, the details were taken up and I hope that every member of the committee will go home knowing what the first steps in this program actually mean in the way of work. The future alone can tell how it will develop.

Anna goes back to Seattle tonight, and I feel that we have stolen a very happy 24 hours at a time I had not expected to see her. The President and I will leave almost at the same time by train for Hyde Park. I am delighted that we are going to have those few days there in spite of the world events which seem more threatening in every way.

July 26, 1941

Hyde Park, Friday –
Four of us sat on the South Portico of the White House last night having dinner; the President, our daughter, Anna, our cousin, Monroe D. Robinson, and I. Mr. Robinson had just returned from Peru and was telling the President of his impressions. He thinks Peru is one of the most interesting countries he has ever visited and cannot wait to return. Mr. Robinson has made some real friends and feels that they like him just as much as he likes them.

In the midst of his talk, my husband, in a very quiet way, said:

Have you ever happened to see an old book which has an illustration of a Peruvian Indian playing golf? They played golf in Peru years before they played it in Scotland. To all intents and purposes it was the same game except that instead of having to end up in a little tin cup, they had to hit a very small stick.

Monroe’s face was a study. He had hardly expected to be told something about Peru, especially something which he felt might even be news to some of his Peruvian friends! Then my husband went on to explain that in college, he had bought the books every year for the Fly Club and Pudding Club libraries. For the Fly Club, he had concentrated on books of old travel, and among them had found this particular book, which he considered the most interesting and which furnished the basis of some of his knowledge of Peru.

What wouldn’t I give to have as retentive a memory as the President has, and at the same time always to be able to reach back into my mind and pick out the particular thing applicable to the conversation of the moment. Hours afterwards I can sometimes remember something which would have been very valuable, if it had only come to me when I was actually talking.

We all reached Hyde Park this morning about 10:00. Two ladies came to lunch with us and this afternoon I had a visitor talking to me about Camp William James in Vermont. This camp is an educational venture in living, which I think may produce some very interesting results. Already four boys from there have gone down to Mexico to work with thirty young Mexicans in the area stricken by the earthquake.

Washington is usually hotter than New York City or Hyde Park, but the first thing we were told this morning was that it had been 96 degrees here yesterday. It certainly has been warmer here than it was the last two days in Washington.


July 28, 1941

Hyde Park, Sunday –
In one of the Washington newspapers the other night, I noticed an editorial which quite evidently was written as a “fill.” It expressed great surprise at the number of illiterates being discovered by the Army among selectees, and it wanted to know why this should be, considering the fact that most of the states for twenty or thirty years have had compulsory education.

It read:

Do people forget how to read and write, or doesn’t compulsory education compel?

That is rather a nice question, but the writer may not know that in the United States there are many areas where children cannot get to school and, besides, there are many people who have no clothes their children can wear to school.

Yesterday we had a picnic for a fair-sized group which gave us a chance to spend awhile in the pool, and some time showing everybody around the place after lunch.

Today we all have been to church, and, on the whole, I think we will have a more peaceful day even for the President, than any day since he came, because the main things which were on his mind seem all to be in the morning paper.

I received a letter, the other day, sent me by an English Naval officer, written by his daughter in London. For two reasons, I am quoting parts of the letter here. One is that it shows a confidence and companionship between two generations which is not often achieved. The other reason is that it shows what the spirit of youth can be, and that two generations can work together, for the mother seems to be working as hard as this young woman is at tasks as dangerous and as nerve-racking.

Here is part of the letter:

April 1941.

Darling Daddy:

It is difficult to put into words expressive enough a description of the raid of Wednesday night… For ten hours the din was incessant – guns, planes, fire bells and the tinkle of shrapnel, not to speak of bombs. We rocked like a ship all night. I did more work yesterday than I have for a long while. I went on duty at nine and we had lots of dirty ambulances to clean. We had carried 81 casualties during the night with six ambulances. Everything had a puncture or something amiss and we lost masses of equipment. No shortage of dead.

I wasn’t shocked, as I had expected to be. I have so often visualized it and have armed myself against it… We had sleep last night. There were two alerts, but people were so tired they didn’t hear them… I am conscript now since April 1…

I wish Mummy would leave the RAR. She is always tired… We are extremely lucky to still have our gas and water at home. The lights failed here and in thousands of instances… The ambulances were mostly Green Line buses, which take nine cases…

A bomb fell through St. Paul’s again and exploded in the crypt where they had Easter Sunday services, which I went to a week ago… We had a good dance down here on Easter Monday. It was jolly throughout and one forgot raids. Thank heaven no blitz interrupted. Cheerio and tons of love and kisses.

From Marion.


July 29, 1941

Hyde Park, NY, Monday –
Yesterday was a lovely day. After church, the President stayed for a vestry meeting, so Major Hooker and I went on home and very soon our three luncheon guests arrived, Mrs. J. R. Roosevelt, Mrs. Price Collier, my husband’s aunt, and Mr. Bernard M. Baruch. A small party, but a pleasant one and I was particularly glad to see them all. My husband’s aunt is planning to go to Campobello shortly after I get back.

Mrs. James Forrestal, whose husband, Under Secretary of the Navy, is now in Honolulu, brought her two boys with three young English boys, who are spending the summer with her, over for a swim in the afternoon.

The President spent an hour picking out the trees which he is going to give from his woods for the landscaping for the new school grounds, and then picked us up at the cottage and we went up to Mrs. Tracy Dows’ home. There, in her living room, her son, Mr. Olin Dows, showed us the murals which he has finished and which are going into the Hyde Park postoffice.

He has certainly done a wonderful piece of historical research and they are delightful murals. I hope that a great many people will stop to see them and enjoy them, as they motor on the Albany Post Road. They tell us that a good many people stop at the Rhinebeck, NY, post office to see the murals which Mr. Dows did there. Every time I hear that people really get pleasure out of these paintings, which have an historical interest as well as an artistic one, I rejoice, for I feel that we are adding permanently to the cultural heritage of our country.

At 7:30 this morning, we were eating our breakfast on the porch and by 8 o’clock we were on the road. We stopped to see our friends, Miss Esther Lape and Miss Elizabeth Read, and had an early lunch with them. Then we were off again and I think we are making such good time we will be at our destination fairly early tomorrow. My husband was very happy on Sunday morning to get a telephone call from a friend who is staying with his mother and who told him that she is feeling much better and everything is going smoothly.

I was interested a few days ago to get a notice from the Bureau of Ordnance in the Navy Department. They are planning to give contractors who do a particularly good job on navy orders, an insignia for both their plants and their workers. Plants which are up to, or ahead of, schedule will be permitted to fly the flag of the Ordnance Bureau, the “crossed Dahlgren guns and anchor.” In addition, a special emblem will be worn by workers in the plants, bearing the name of the company as well as the insignia. A list will be published shortly of the first companies to receive this recognition. I am happy the good work will receive this recognition.


July 30, 1941

Portland, Maine, Tuesday –
It began to rain as we left home a few minutes before 8:00 yesterday morning and for a time it came down in torrents! Then as we arrived at the home of Miss Lape and Miss Read, the rain was kind enough to stop, so that we could eat out of doors. As we started off again, however, it came down gently and steadily, and even though I told myself that probably the farmers were glad and it was much needed, still I wish it had waited for two days, when our drive was over!

We made very good time in spite of the weather and had a very comfortable night at the Lafayette Hotel in Portland, Maine. Now we are on our way again on the last lap of the trip back to Campobello Island, which we should reach by 3 or 4 o’clock this afternoon.

I wonder if any of you read an article on Sunday in the magazine This Week, on the attitude of young people towards the difficulties of the present day? It voiced so well the feeling of many men who resent one of the questions which certain groups of young people are apt to put before their elders – namely:

We are ready to defend democracy if we know what democracy really means to us. Our generation, to a very great extent, has grown up under dark skies with sometimes scant food, rather little schooling and no recreation. When we were supposedly ready to strike out for ourselves and look for an opportunity to work, as we had been told Americans should do, we found nothing available.

The article points out that in many ways the pioneer days were just as hard, that Henry Ford and Thomas Edison worked long hours for scant pay and, therefore, though it may be difficult, still if you have the will to succeed you will succeed.

I think there is a great deal to be said for that point of view. There are a good many young people who believe they are entitled to work at the things they wish to do, and not just at anything which comes to hand. There are other young people who, when they find themselves in an uncongenial occupation, are not able to put the best they have into that occupation or use spare time to develop, through reading or other contacts, their real interests.

Even when this has been acknowledged, one still has to face the fact that youth has been a part of the whole situation which denies people willing and able to work an opportunity to do so. There is no use discussing whether it is harder for the head of a family or an 18-year-old boy to be without a job. Both have a right to believe there is something wrong with a civilization which cannot find ways of providing work, when all around them they see the need for their skills and their professions.

Even the war must not make us forget that this question is still unsolved. No civilization is secure which does not solve it.


July 31, 1941

Campobello Island, NB, Wednesday –
I am more than glad that the fates were kind yesterday and gave us good weather for the last part of our drive. No matter how often I take this drive, I never grow tired of certain views along the way and the sea is much more friendly under a blue and sunny sky.

All along the road lobsters and clams are advertised and I kept thinking:

When I stop for lunch I’ll remember to eat some kind of sea products.

Then when the time came, I had a glass of milk and a bacon-and-egg sandwich. Anything more prosaic and unimaginative would be hard to find!

I had not happened to stop before, this year, at the Triangle gas station outside of Ellsworth, Maine, but the man there is an old friend. He greeted me warmly and told me that he and his family had been at my Bangor lecture earlier in the year and so we talked a little of the world situation.

Maine is so remote that many of the affairs of vital interest to other people in the country may mean little here. But the Battle of the Atlantic is very close to these people. They see the ships being built. They have known men of the Navy and they understand the life and the risks of the sea which are simply augmented in times of war. Airports are being built in Maine, so the people are alive to the possibilities of air attack, as those living farther away from the sea and the Canadian border cannot possibly be.

Being dependent on the sea for a livelihood, I think, must build in men and women rather contradictory characters. Perhaps farming does the same. There are so many things in both callings that are beyond control of any individual that the gambling spirit in us all, in greater or less degree, must be well developed in fishermen and farmers.

On the other hand, in order to exist, they must at times develop ingenuity, resourcefulness and determination to find some way of accomplishing at least a mere existence for themselves and their families. This means a constant battle with fate. It must make strong men and women.

How fascinating a great country is! The problems, though never the same, have many elements in common from one end of our great land to the other. The need will always be for a better understanding over the whole great area so that we will realize that one step forward for anyone, no matter what group he may be in, is a step forward for everyone in the nation.

I found my mother-in-law much better and we are going to have a pleasant and carefree week – I hope!

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