Well…if you wanted to… you could do the same! Being honest… I virtually ran through the living quarters of the first family on the second floor of the White House…I’m just obsessed with the transition of power…and the move-in…move-out of the “House of the People”. So, I ran through that second floor like a golden streak, sniffing every corner and checking for crumbs. Don’t miss this slice of history that I dug up for you…as we approach the 58th Presidential Inaugural.
My favorite retriever…canine moments were on the “Grand Staircase”…when I was ripping and tearing…skittering on those marvelously carpeted marble steps…I was in awe of the impressive list of folks that have taken those stairs. I took pause…ok… little golden humor :).
Ears up!.. how have past presidents of the United States chosen to communicate with their people? It’s an ever-changing process that evolved..Abe Lincoln (16) had an open door…people lined up outside of the White House and he spoke directly to them…there was no radio…no telephone…just face time and letters…a slow way…but yet effective. Franklin Delano Roosevelt (32) communicated through weekly “Fireside Chat” broadcasts over home radios..television was coming and not everyone had a home phone… cell phones didn’t exist or e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and so on. So, you gotta listen to FDR and one of his radio chats. Thousands listened weekly each Sunday to FDR’s broadcast. Picture peeps huddled close to their radio…picture the family dog…ok and the family cat…all sitting in due reverence…carefully listening to each word of their president. Makes me want to build a fire…a golden fire.
Meow! Yes, that is where this is going. My golden retriever whiskers want you to read some feline facts about cats who lived in The White House...beginning with Thomas Jefferson all…the way through to George W. Bush. I personally enjoyed learning that “Once, during a winter visit to General Grant’s headquarters, Lincoln rescued three half-frozen kittens from a Civil War battlefield telegraph hut. He tucked them in his coat and brought them back to the White House to join Tabby before finding a good home for them.” Tabby was Tad’s cat, Lincoln’s son.
Just think…rescuing animals has been going on since people have cared. Now…now that is a hopeful ending. Meow and peace peeps.