The April 1945 journey of FDR's funeral train became a thousand-mile odyssey, fraught with heartbreak and scandal. As it passed through the night, few of the grieving onlookers gave thought to what might be happening behind the Pullman shades, where women whispered and men tossed back highballs. Inside was a Soviet spy, a newly widowed Eleanor Roosevelt, who had just discovered that her husband's mistress was in the room with him when he died, all the Supreme Court justices, and incoming president Harry S. Truman who was scrambling to learn secrets FDR had never shared with him. Weaving together information from long-forgotten diaries and declassified Secret Service documents, journalist and historian Robert Klara enters the private world on board that famous train. He chronicles the three days during which the country grieved and despaired as never before, and a new president hammered out the policies that would galvanize a country in mourning and win the Second World War.... tracks, violets were in bloom beneath the canopy of oaks and pines, and the chilly air carried the scent of apple blossoms.1 It was a flawless Sunday morning. ... in the meadow below the mansion, where cadets from West Point could reposition the casket atop a black military caisson.5 ... over to Hyde Park, having been told on Friday night that they would have only one day to plan Roosevelta#39;s interment.
|Title||:||FDR's Funeral Train|
|Publisher||:||Macmillan - 2010-03-16|