White House Diary, first published in 1948, is the entertaining account of Henrietta Nesbitt – “FDR's Housekeeper” – during the historical times of Franklin Roosevelt's long presidency. Nesbitt, a neighbor of the Roosevelts in Hyde Park, New York, went with the President to the White House and served an important role in the family and social life of the White House for 11 years. Nesbitt was responsible for thousands of meals during her tenure (including her struggles to comply with war-time rationing); at the same time, the President's mansion was in a state of disrepair, and Nesbitt oversaw the installation of a new kitchen, replacement of draperies and rugs, and continual battles against mice, moths, ants, and other pests. Nesbitt also provides insights into the character of the Roosevelts and of some of the many VIPs who visited the White House.

White House Diary (American Autobiography)

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WHITE HOUSE DIARY

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BY HENRIETTA NESBITT There be five ihuu Aitd -j , The Preside if nf lec. uic vi71 have These are the sort of messages Mrs. Henrietta Nesbitt took in stride during her eleven years in the White House one of the largest, most complicated, and most fascinating households in America. Her story is a succession of intimate anecdotes of the great and the near-great Alexander Woollcott, Pade rewski, the King and Queen of Eng land, Jose Iturbi, Winston Churchill, and of course the Roosevelt family it self. It is also a salty and sprightly rec- ord of the worlds most demanding job of housekeeping. ne It was my first view of the White House. For that matter, Id never been in Washington before. Dad and I - Dad being my husband, Henry F. Nesbitt got up early the morning before the inauguration and went through the streets straight to the presidential mansion, as if wed lived in the capital all our lives. This was Mr.. Roosevelts first inaugural, in March 1933. We went up to the White House and stood looking through the northwest gate, and I felt like the old woman in the ditty, not certain if it were I, or somebody else. To tell the truth I was scared half to death. It was the biggest home I had ever seen. Like a big wedding cake, I said to Dad. The kind with the white mountain frosting. We walked all around, peeking through the eight gate ways and the iron fence to the green lawns and the flower beds, all planted new for the new president, and across the semicircular drive to the big beautiful house with the tall-pil lared porte-cochere. Even the trees looked important, with their names set in the bark, like trees in a park. I didnt know these very trees had been singed when the British soldiers set fire to the White House, in 1812, that Dolly Madison and her James led cotillions under the elms, and that the big magnolias, starting to bud even this early in the spring, were planted by President Jackson because he was homesick for his Tennessee. All the Presidents, it seems, planted trees to add to the beauty of the grounds. But I didnt leam these facts until later, along with a lot of other patter I memorized to reel off to guests in the White House, such as commenting on the classic architecture and the historic pieces, and the fact that thq cornerstone was laid in 1792 and President Washington hadnt been there to see it put down. I never did find out why. All I knew this morning was that the White House had me awed, and I didnt know how Id ever get up enough courage to walk in. But we were going to do just that, Dad and I, right after the ceremonies that had the whole city, and the country itself for that matter, all stirred up. We were going through those gates and into the White House as if we belonged thec. I said to Dad, not to show how nervous I was, It must take a sight of gardeners to keep all the leaves raked up and this place looking right. Of course I wasnt thinking much of the garden, because it wasnt my business. The White House was my affair. I was trying to count all the windows, but I gpve up somewhere around ninety. How were we going to keep them all clean But those windows would have to shine. The handsome, dignified building was the most important in the United States, and that meant in the world. As soon as the Roosevelts moved in, Id have the care of it. Care of the White House. I didnt know it that mom ing, hut this would be my job and my address for the next thirteen years. Through three Roosevelt administrations I would have personal charge of the house at 1600 Pennsyl vania Avenue, Washington, D. C, But we didnt know it would be that long, back in 33. So I just hung onto Dads arm and spoke as pertly as I could. Pshaw, its only four years, I can stand anything for four years. I guess the Roosevelts, back where wed left them in the Mayflower Hotel getting ready for the inaugural, had the same idea then. The White House would be a big responsibility, but Mrs...

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