My Brother, Theodore RooseveltRobinson, Corinne Roosevelt
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My Brother, Theodore Roosevelt
Robinson, Corinne Roosevelt
Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919
Corinne Roosevelt, 1869, at seven and a half years 46
Theodore Roosevelt at ten years of age 46
Anna Roosevelt at the age of fifteen when she spoke of herself
as one of the “three older ones” 46
The Dresden Literary American Club--Motto, “W. A. N. A.”
(“We Are No Asses”) 72
Theodore Roosevelt, Oyster Bay, September 21, 1875 92
Theodore Roosevelt, December, 1876, aged eighteen 92
Portrait taken in Chicago, July, 1880, on the way to the hunting
trip of that season 114
We had that lovely dinner on the portico at the back of the
White House looking toward the Washington Monument 230
A review of New York’s drafted men before going into training
in September, 1917 332
MY BROTHER
THEODORE ROOSEVELT
THE STAR
EPIPHANY, 1919
Great soul, to all brave souls akin,
High bearer of the torch of truth,
Have you not gone to marshal in
Those eager hosts of youth?
Flung outward on the battle’s tide,
They met in regions dim and far;
And you, in whom youth never died,
Shall lead them, as a star.
--MARION COUTHOUY SMITH.
MY BROTHER THEODORE ROOSEVELT
I
THE NURSERY AND ITS DEITIES
The first recollections of a child are dim and hazy, and so the nursery
at 28 East 20th Street, in New York City, does not stand out as clearly
to me as I wish it did--but the personality of my brother overshadowed
the room, as his personality all through life dominated his environment.
I suppose I must have been about four, and he about seven, when my
first memory takes definite form. My older sister, Anna, though only
four years older than my brother Theodore, was always mysteriously
classed with the “grown people,” and the “nursery” consisted of my
brother Theodore, my brother Elliott, a year and a half younger than
Theodore, and myself, still a year and a half younger than Elliott.
In those days we were “Teedie,” “Ellie,” and “Conie,” and we had the
most lovely mother, the most manly, able, and delightful father, and
the most charming aunt, Anna Bulloch, the sister of my Southern mother,
with whom children were ever blessed.
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