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Death of Teddy Roosevelt

1/6/2004:

Today marks the anniversary of the death of Teddy Roosevelt, who died in his sleep in 1919 while at his New York home at Sagamore Hill on Long Island.

As a young man, Roosevelt faced the staggering experience of losing both his wife and his mother on the same day in the same house. It was Valentines Day, 1884. His wife, Alice Lee, had given birth to their first child two days before.

Roosevelt’s profound grief was one of the things that brought him to the Badlands, where he eventually built himself a ranch.

About his home in North Dakota, Roosevelt later wrote:

In addition to ranching, Roosevelt also served as a North Dakota deputy sheriff for a while. Once, while passing through Fargo, he told of an experience in which he and the sheriff were holding a horse thief at Mandan. They had to stay overnight, but there was only one room with two beds. Being second in command, Roosevelt had the honor of sleeping with the prisoner.

Roosevelt eventually went back east and became governor of New York. When he returned to North Dakota, it was aboard a train as he campaigned for the Vice Presidency.

Henry Pringle, who later wrote a biography of TR, sensed the significance of Dakota in Roosevelt=s life as the train moved into the Badlands. Roosevelt went up onto the observation car platform alone, and anybody who came looking for him found the way blocked by a Pullman porter, who said, “The governor don=t want to see nobody for a while.”

Nephew Nicholas Roosevelt wrote, “TR obviously was engaged in what was for him a rare experience B indulging in reveries of the past. That he wanted to be alone while going through this stretch of country that had meant so much to him in his young manhood suggests the depth of his sense of the spiritual values of the wilderness. I am certain that one of the main reasons that his work in conservation seemed to him so important was the realization of the need for making it possible for countless millions of Americans to derive from their own contacts with unspoiled segments of the American scene the same kind of solace and satisfaction that had been his when he ranched in the Bad Lands.”

Dakota Datebook written by Merry Helm

“In the soft springtime, the stars were glorious in our eyes each night before we fell asleep; and in the winter, we rode through blinding blizzards, when the driven snow-dust burned our faces... We knew toil and hardship and hunger and thirst; and we saw men die violent deaths as they worked among the horses and cattle, or fought in evil feuds with one another; but we felt the beat of hardy life in our veins, and ours was the glory of work and the joy of living.”