February 12, 1809, a little boy named Abraham, the light in his mother’s eyes, was born.
You often hear of the question, if you could invite five people to dinner who ever walked the earth, who would you choose……
I would choose Mr. Lincoln to be my dinner companion…..
The more I read, the more I am fascinated by this man……
Thought at first to be a “country bumpkin” ……he possessed such intelligence and the skill to use that intelligence to work to his advantage….
He was hindered by depression, melancholy and a dark side………I find the stories of his travels through grief so fascinating……
His artistry with words conveys such emotion….a few minute speech from Lincoln could master what pages and pages of others could not…….
He loved animals…..the White House hosted a motley crew of pets….a turkey named Jack, a goat named Nanko, (Tad used to hitch Nanko to a wagon and wheel him around the White House grounds…..to his favorite horse, Old Bob, who held the honor of pulling his master’s funeral hearse…..
Paranormal tales of Lincoln’s dog foretelling his assassination by endless barking intrigue my spiritual interests.
Children flocked to be by Lincoln’s side…….he loved them and the love was reciprocated….
No matter what motives prompted any Civil War legislation….the end result of the Emancipation Proclamation was a testament to how this leader evolved amidst the turmoil and despair of war…….
Yes, I would pick Abraham Lincoln as my dinner guest….Mary would be welcome too….she was another fascinating piece of work……….
“The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.” ~ Abraham Lincoln