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The Haunted White House



We don't believe in ghosts, Mrs. Phipps."
"Don't matter if you believe in them or not. If they're there, they're there."
                                                                  Joan Lowery Nixon, The Haunting



A skeptic is someone who hasn't had an experience yet.  Jason Hawes



According to the Gallup Poll News Service, about 32 percent of Americans believe in ghosts, haunted houses, ghosts, communication with the dead and evil witches.  So it comes almost as no surprise that the national house of the people, the White House, and our capitol, would be seeped in ghost tales. 
Indeed, Washington DC and the surrounding area are the site of a vast number of reportedly haunted locations ranging from battle fields to dueling ground and assassinations.
Of all these places, the White House is said to be the most haunted location of them all.  In fact, the White House is on the list of Time Magazine’s Top Ten Haunted Places, and on the New York Daily News List of the Most Haunted Places on Earth. 
Yet the White House has never been investigated by a paranormal group and it’s highly unlikely that it ever will be.  (Originally, the White house was known as The Presidential Palace.  President Theodore Roosevelt would officially call it the White House in 1901, although the name had been informally used before.) But still the lists of important and reliable people who have reported unexplainable footsteps, knocks, slamming doors, barking dogs, and cold chills in the White House is impressive.
 President Harry Truman once wrote to his wife: ‘I sit here in this old house, all the while listening to the ghosts walk up and down the hallway. At 4 o’clock I was awakened by three distinct knocks on my bedroom door. No one there. Damned place is haunted, sure as shootin’’

President Eisenhower’s no-nonsense press secretary James Hagerty (Below) said that he always sensed presence of Lincoln’s Ghost walking the White House halls and Bill Clinton’s press secretary, Mike McCurry believed the house is haunted overall.


Former first lady Hilary Clinton said ‘There is something about the house at night that you just feel like you are summoning up the spirits of all the people who have lived there and worked there and walked through the halls there…..It’s neat, it can be a little creepy.  You know, they think there’s a ghost there. It is a big old house and when the lights are out it is dark and quiet and any movement at all catches your attention.’
Most recently, First Lady Michelle Obama said that her husband was awakened from a sound sleep in the middle of the night after hearing what she called strange sounds in the hall.  She also said that family members and friends had reported the unusual sensation of someone or something gnawing or chewing on their feet.
I first heard most of these stories when I moved here four decades ago. I came here as a young man for the opportunities, but the magic of the city is what has keep me here so very long. I love this town, this picturesque place drenched in history, I truly do. I love the cobblestone streets of Georgetown, the buzz of M street and the peaceful calm of the dignified upper northwest and all the other various neighborhoods that each have their own distinct feel and charm
One of the wonderful things about DC is that it’s all so walkable and I believe I have hoofed it through most of this cities four quarters, each of which holds its own special history inside the grander history of our nation’s capital. And as a history buff, I’ve regaled in every detail and every now and then those details include ghost stories, some are widely known others are local lore. As an example, most of us have heard about the spirits that supposedly walk the halls of the Capitol Building and the White House, but few known of the ghosts that are said to haunt the old dueling grounds in Bladensburg Maryland, just outside Washington DC. 

  
But, soft; behold! Lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me...
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Abigail Adams (November 22, 1744 – October 28, 1818) was the wife of John Adams, (They were third cousins and had known each other since childhood) the second President of the United States and the first to live in the White House (George Washington selected the site, oversaw construction of the executive mansion but never lived in there.)


Mrs. Adams, the second First Lady of America (Thomas Jefferson never married) was also the mother of John Quincy Adams, the sixth President of the United States. Abigail Adams died on October 28, 1818, of typhoid fever at age 73. (Two weeks shy of her 74th birthday.) Her last words were, "Do not grieve, my friend, my dearest friend.  I am ready to go.  And John, it will not be long." 


She was buried beside her husband in a crypt in the United First Parish Church (AKA “The Church of the Presidents”) in Quincy, Massachusetts, (below) a very long way from the White House. However, her spirit is still seen there.

 She was reported to have been seen by White House staffers shortly after her death, as an aberration, her arms extended as if she were still carrying laundry into the cavernous East Room. (There was no furniture in the East Room at the time) where water was brought in by jugs (The White House would not having running water until 1834) to be used for washing and bathing.

The ghost was said to be accompanied by the smell of soap or damp clothing.  (Reportedly Abigail hung the family's laundry up to dry in the East Room during inclement weather)  In more recent times, the Household staff in the Taft administration reported that they observed Abigail walking through walls.


THE BLACK CAT
 The legend of the Black Cat (AKA the Demon Cat) is shared by the White House and Capitol Building, a few blocks away. At the White House, the Black Cat is seen in the basement before various tragic events.  But up in the Capitol, it apparently roams the halls at will. It should be noted that back in the 19th century, both buildings employed cats to check the rat population, which is numerous in Washington.
Supposedly (No actual report exists) a Capital Building Policeman (The Capital has its own police force, as does the US Supreme Court and the local DC federally managed park system) said he saw the cat in the very early 19th century and another was said to have shot at it in 1862. “It seemed to grow” he said “as I looked at it. When I shot at the critter, it jumped right over my head”
The cat sightings in both the White House and Capitol Building tend to follow a national tragedy.  A White House guard claimed to have seen just before the Lincoln assassination, a week before the stock market crash of 1929 and also reportedly seen days before the assassination of JFK. 
The last semi-official sighting of the Demon Cat was in 1940.
Interestingly enough, a few block away from the White House sits the Octagon House, which is said to be both cursed and haunted. 
Legend says that Betty Taylor, the married niece of the first owner of the house, tripped and fell to her death by a black cat as she raced down the houses circular stairs. She was running in the dark to greet her lover who entered the property by a secret passage that opened on the bank of the Potomac (The River has since been pushed back, but at one time it did run close to the house)

THE BRITISH SOLDIER
 It seems that the White House is haunted. This was a most interesting piece of news to me, for it seemed to me to be the only thing wanting to make the White House the most interesting spot in the United States. . . . The ghost, it seems, is a young boy¾ from its description, I should think about fourteen or fifteen years old. The housekeeper, a spooky little person herself, informs me that he has been felt more often than he has been seen, but when I remonstrated with her that ghosts have not the sense of touch, at least those self-respecting ghosts of which I have heard, she insisted that it was this manifestation of the Thing which caused such fright among the servants. Archibald Butt to Clara Butt, July 26, 1911, Taft and Roosevelt: The Intimate Letters of Archie Butt, Military Aide, Vol. 2

On August 19, 1814, during the War of 1812, over 4,500 British soldiers landed at Benedict, Maryland, on the shores of the Patuxent River and marched towards Washington. Their mission was to capture our capitol city and take revenge for the burning of the English run capitol in Canada a year earlier by American forces.
It what remains one of the worst pieces of advice ever given to a President, Secretary of War John Armstrong said that Washington was safe and didn’t need military protection because the British were focused on Baltimore. In fact, as British ships sailed up Chesapeake Bay toward Washington, Armstrong scoffed at his generals concerns "What the devil will they do here?" Armstrong said. "No! No! Baltimore is the place, sir. That is of so much more consequence."

Assured the city was safe, Madison wrote to his wife: "My dearest, I have passed among the troops who are in high spirits ... the last and probably best information is that [the enemy] are not very strong ... they are not in a condition to strike at Washington."
After the destruction of Washington, Madison forced Armstrong to resign in September 1814. The administration had had enough of him. He had already locked horns with George Washington when Washington was the commander in chief and he had angered his generals when he insisted that it was the duty of the Secretary of War to direct soldiers in the field, a belief that pushed Maj. Gen. William Henry Harrison to resign due to Armstrong's disregard for chain-of-command procedure. Oddly enough, Armstrong replaced Harrison (below) with militia general Andrew Jackson which was a stroke of genius, but he did so without asking for presidential approval, angering Madison and earning himself a formal reprimand.


Arriving in the city, the British sent a party of men under a white flag of truce to Capitol Hill to come to terms, but they were attacked by snipers hiding in a house    at the corners of Maryland, Constitution, and Second Street NE.  It was the only resistance the soldiers met within the city. The English responded by setting the house afire, tossing the white flag and marching into the city proper under the British flag.


 Arriving to the top of Capitol Hill, the troops set fire to the partially completed the Senate and House of Representatives building there and set fire to what was the miniscule Library of Congress inside the Senate building.  However the library was replaced through Thomas Jefferson who, in 1815, sold his personal library of more than 6,487 volumes to the government to restock the Library of Congress for $23,950, a staggering amount of money for the time. (Prior to the fire the library held about 3,000 volumes).   But the collection was incredible. It had taken Jefferson 50 years to accumulate the wide variety of books that included volumes in foreign languages, philosophy, science, literature and cookbooks.

"I do not know” Said Jefferson “that it contains any branch of science which Congress would wish to exclude from their collection; there is, in fact, no subject to which a Member of Congress may not have occasion to refer."  Oddly enough, a second fire on Christmas Eve of 1851 destroyed nearly two thirds of the 6,487 volumes Congress had purchased from Jefferson.
The English intended to capture the supplies of hundreds of magazines of cannon and gun powder stored at the vast Washington Navy Yard (Pictured below) but the Americans had already set it afire rather than have the English capture it. 
 The English sent two hundred men to secure a fort on Greenleaf's Point. (Now Fort McNair, a military post in Southwest Washington, which is said to be haunted by the ghosts of the Lincoln conspirators who were hung there) but the fort had already been destroyed by the Americans, however, for some reason, they had left behind 150 barrels of gunpowder.

The British arrived, found the powder and tried to destroy it by dropping the barrels into a well, the powder ignited killing about thirty men and maiming many others in the explosion that followed.
The US Patent Office was saved from destruction by the Superintendent of Patents, Dr. William Thornton  who convinced the British of the importance of its preservation.  (Dr. William Thornton was an interesting guy. For starters, he was a trained architect. Rather he was a trained medical doctor who was an amateur architect who designed the U.S. Capitol after winning a contest sponsored by President George Washington in 1793. Thornton was born in the British West Indies and became an American citizen in 1787 and moved to Washington in 1794. In 1802 President Jefferson appointed him head of the Patent Office, an office he held until his death in 1828.)
 Then the troops marched down Pennsylvania Avenue toward the White House where a gallant First Lady, Dolley Madison remained behind, alone.  President James Madison had left the White House on August 22 to meet with his generals on the battlefield and his cabinet had already fled the city and saved the nation’s valuables from the British. (Silverware, books, clocks, curtains)  However it is not true that she removed Gilbert Stuart's full-length portrait of George Washington. (The portrait was actually a copy of Gilbert Stuart's original)
 James Madison's personal servant, the slave Paul Jennings (Below), was an eyewitness (He was 15 years old at the time) to the event and wrote later  “It has often been stated in print, that when Mrs. Madison escaped from the White House, she cut out from the frame the large portrait of Washington and carried it off.  She had no time for doing it. It would have required a ladder to get it down. All she carried off was the silver in her reticule, as the British were thought to be but a few squares off and were expected any moment.”


 Jennings, a child was a companion to Dolley's son Payne Todd, was born into slavery at Montpelier in 1799; his mother was owned by the Madison’s. She reportedly told Jennings that his father was Benjamin Jennings, an English trader. Jennings became James Madison body servant in the White House. After the White House years Jennings continued to serve as Madison’s is valet for the rest of the president's life. After the President’s death, Dolly sold Jennings to an insurance agent for $200 in 1846. Six months later, Senator Daniel Webster bought Jennings from the new owner for $120 and gave Jennings his freedom. In 1848, Jennings helped plan a mass escape of 77 slaves from Washington, DC on the schooner Pearl, one of largest slave escape attempt in US history.


The White House in ruins.  After the 1812 burning, the White House was whitewashed to cover the smoke stains.  Originally light gray in color, the building’s exterior was painted white during the restoration to cover the smoke stain.  

 The heroes of the White House burning were John Susé, Frenchman and doorkeeper, and a man named Magraw [McGraw], the President's gardener.  They saved Washington’s portrait (The portrait was screwed to the wall) along with large silver urns, packed it aboard a wagon and sent if off to Virginia. Senior clerk Stephen Pleasonton saved the Declaration of Independence by hiding it in a gristmill near Georgetown.


 Before the English arrived in DC, Secretary of State James Monroe ordered Pleasonton to save the books and papers of the State Department which were held at the White House. Pleasonton filled several coarse linen bags with the Department's records including the still-unpublished secret journals of Congress, the commission and correspondence of George Washington, the Articles of Confederation, the United States Constitution, and all the treaties, laws, and correspondence of the Department made since 1789. He was about to leave to hid the papers at the old a grist mill two miles beyond Georgetown when he noticed the Declaration of Independence had been forgotten and was still hanging in its frame on the wall, and took that as well.

After the White House occupants had gone, Admiral Cockburn (below)  made his way to the White House after his officers arrived and began taking souvenirs including the first couple’s personal belongings and the admiral was able to take one of President Madison's hats, and a cushion from Dolley Madison's chair.  He then issued an order for his troops to drink Madison's wine and helped themselves to food.


 British soldier George Gleig wrote “[H]aving satisfied their appetites … and partaken pretty freely of the wines, they finished by setting fire to the house which had so liberally entertained them. … Of the Senate house, the President's palace, the barracks, the dockyard, etc., nothing could be seen except heaps of smoking ruins.”
They set fire to the White House (Then called the Presidents House) by tossing torches through the windows and adding fuel to the fire to ensure that it would keep burning and reports had it that the thick black smoke could be seen as far away as Baltimore (Which is very doubtful) and the Patuxent River (Which is likely). They also set fire to the adjacent Treasury Department building.
Washington lay in ruins.  American soldiers, government officials, and residents fled the city.  The White House, the Capitol, and many other public buildings and residences were burning and the next day, August 25, Washington was still burning.
Suddenly, in the early afternoon, the sky darkened, lightening flashed, loud thunder could be heard and the winds swept up into what one resident called   “a frightening roar.”
It was a tornado. On the one hand, the city, which was made mostly of wood, was saved from a rapidly expanding fire by the storm but on the other hand, the tornado probably did more damage to the city than it stopped. Buildings were lifted into the air and tossed a block away. Flying debris killed several English soldiers and one gust made off with several cannons. Hundreds of English soldiers laid face down in the streets as the storm passed over them and one account describes how a British officer on horseback did not dismount and the winds slammed both horse and rider violently to the ground.
It ended after two hours and the heavy rain that followed put out most of the flames and prevented Washington from burning to the ground. The British regrouped on Capitol Hill and marched out of the city that night.
 As the English left the city, Admiral Cockburn asked a local woman, “Great God, Madam! Is this the kind of storm to which you are accustomed in this infernal country?”
The lady answered, “No, Sir, this is a special interposition of Providence to drive our enemies from our city.”
“Not so Madam.” The Admiral answered, “It is rather to aid your enemies in the destruction of your city.”
Hours later, the British forces left Washington and returned to their ships on the Patuxent River but the journey back to their ships was a difficult one. Downed trees on the roadway slowed their return and the war ships they arrived on had been badly damaged in the storm. Still, the English stopped their ships in Old Town Alexandria long enough to loot it.  (A separate British force had already captured Alexandria, The mayor of Alexandria made a deal and the British refrained from burning the town.)
President Madison and Dolly returned to Washington three days later, but the White House was made unlivable by the fire.  President Madison served the rest of his term residing at the Octagon House. It was not until 1817 that newly elected president James Monroe moved back into the reconstructed building.
 After the attack, Congress was determined to relocate the nation's capital north of the Mason-Dixon Line.  Fearful that the capitol would be moved to Philadelphia, local Washington businessmen financed the construction of the Old Brick Capitol, (Mayor Thomas Corcoran offered Georgetown College as a temporary home for Congress.) where Congress met while the Capitol was reconstructed from 1815 to 1819.
For many decades the White House has had reports that the ghost of a British soldier dressed in a uniform from the War of 1812 and carrying a torch haunts the executive mansion. (He has also been seen on the front lawn) Some think the soldier is one of those who burned the White House, or accidently killed while burning down the White House or who lost his life the following tornado. He is the only malicious spirit who haunts the White House.  In 1953, one couple staying in a second-floor bedroom said the ghost tried to set fire to their bed with a flaming torch.


DAVID BURNS
 The White House is also said to be visited by the spirit of Mr. David Burns who owned the ground on which the White House and all of the federal park surrounding it, stand son today. Burns sold the land to the government in May 1791, but not without a struggle.
The Burns (Actually spelled as Burnes) family owned all of what is today west Washington all the way from Georgetown to Capitol Hill, about 700 acres in all, a small farm holding by standards of his day.  (By comparison, the George Washington estate stretched from Arlington to where the old Naval Observatory was in Georgetown)  The other major landowners in the city were Daniel Carroll, of the fabulous Carroll family, Samuel Davidson and Notley Young. (Who was married to a Carroll).


 Young owned what is today the neighborhood of Near Northwest, the area bounded by North Capitol Street to the west, Florida Avenue to the north, F Street to the south, and 15th Street to the east. The area was dubbed Youngsborough.
 Young gave parts of the land to the Federal government in exchange for a promise that Congress would divide the land into lots and return half of those lots to the original landowners. Young, it should be noted, was a Roman Catholic at a time when it was difficult to be a Roman Catholic in America and his estate, which sat on a high river bank on what is now G Street SE between Ninth and Tenth streets was a refugee for the city’s small Catholic population.
In an odd twist of fate, Young was buried on the grounds of his estate.  As the city grew, his land was taken over by the city and a well-meaning Mayor Robert Brent (Below) had Young’s remains reinterred in the Carroll burial ground at St. John's on Rock Creek. However no one bothered to mark the exact location of the grave and its whereabouts are now lost forever. 


 Burns (above) was described by those who knew him as “Very bigoted” and “choleric”, a man who willfully disagreed with everyone and who sought out an argument. He was also  opposed to selling his lands for the new executive mansion and once during one of several meeting that were held between him, General Washington and Washington’s staff, Burns is said to have remarked to the general “I suppose Mr. Washington that you assume people here are going to take every grist from you as poor grain. But what would you have been if you had not married the widow Custis?” referring to the fact that George Washington came from proud but modest stock and had married the enormously wealthy Mrs. Custis. Washington, known for his ability not to become riled, lost his temper and stormed out of the house, never to return and refusing to meet with Burns again, calling him “That obstinate Mr. Burns”
Actually, all that Burns wanted was a fair price for his land, which was now in demand by powerful and wealthy people. Those same people who had threatened him with eminent domain if he didn’t sell at a price they wanted for all of  his land, not just parts of it as the story is so often told. 
Burns lived in a small wood framed, whitewashed cottage on what is today 7th Street NW (Where the Pan American Union Building stands today) the only sign of his wealth being that it was equipped with two chimneys. The rudely-fashioned structure had two rooms on the ground floor and was said to be only slightly better than a slave’s cabin.
Burns only son, John had died as a teenager (1772-1795) and several years later and his wife (Anne Wight Burnes) died shortly afterwards. His only family was his daughter, Maria, (Some record the name as having been Marcia, 1782-1832) who was described by many as “lovely”.  Burns placed his daughter with a cultivated Baltimore family so she could receive social breeding and literary training.  She returned to live with her father in 1801 when she was 19-years-old in 1801.

Maria Burns

Maria stood to inherit a fortune from her father’s estate. In 1802 she married a dashing young Congressman named from New York named John Peter Van Ness (for whom Van Ness Street NW, between Wisconsin Avenue and River Road). Van Ness, a lawyer with his own Knickerbocker-Dutch fortune, was a disciple of the popular Arron Burr. He would go on to be a Major in the District Militia, bank owner and Mayor of Washington.   
When David Burns died he left his daughter his entire and very substantial estate telling her from his death bed “Marcia, you have been a good daughter; you'll now be the richest girl in America." She was said to be the richest woman in America at the time of the inheritance. (She signed all of her wealth over to Van Ness as was the custom of the day)
Since his death, Burns ghost has been seen in the Oval Office when a reporter told a security guard during the Truman administration that, while standing in the Yellow Oval Room, he heard a whisper which said, "I'm Mr. Burns."
Around that same time, a White House guard reported that he heard a voice call out from the attic above the Oval Office “I’m Mr. Burns” several times. The guard assumed that he was hearing the voice of Truman’s Secretary of State, James Byrnes (Below)  but learned that Byrnes was out of the country at the time.

Prior to that, FDR’s valet, Cesar Carrera, heard a voice as he stood in the Yellow Oval Room. When he turned to see who it was, the voice said, “I’m Mr. Burns.” Although Mr. Burns has not been heard of since the 1940s, the old man would take some pride in the fact that his is the oldest ghost to haunt of the White House.  After Burns death, Maria and John Van Ness House constructed their own estate between 1813 and 1816.
A behemoth Greek revival home bounded by C Street, Constitution Avenue, 17th Street, and 18th Street and designed by Benjamin Henry Latrobe, who was then the superintendent of government buildings.
 Latrobe one of the architects of the Capitol, spent a small fortune trying to make it the finest private residence in North America.  A brick wall enclosed the ground that were an array of trees, flowers, fountains and statuary. The couple had David Burns cottage (Below) moved to the property, Marcia would never allow it to be torn down.  




Their daughter Ann held her wedding to South Carolinian Arthur Middleton was held there.  Middleton was the son of a signer of the Declaration of Independence.  Ann died a year later giving birth to a stillborn baby and Marcia, who was close friends with Dolly Madison, soon became something of a recluse and retreated into religion.  She commissioned the city orphanage in her daughter’s memory. She spent her years as a philanthropist and was a beloved and influential figure in the city until her death, at age 50 in a cholera epidemic.  She was given a massive public funeral, the only woman, up to that time, to be given such an honor. 

The sculptor Horatio Greenough wrote this tribute to her;

Mid rank and wealth and worldly pride.
From every snare she turned aside.
She sought the low, the humble shed.
Where gaunt disease and famine tread;
And from that time, in youthful pride.
She stood Van Ness's blooming bride.
No day her blameless head o'er past
But saw her dearer than the last.




 The Van Ness Mausoleum was fashioned after the Temple of Vesta as a tribute to Marcia Burnes Van Ness, by her husband, John Peter.  George Hadfield designed the mausoleum and the cost to build it was $30,000 in 1824.  It was originally set at the old Burnes graveyard, on Square 375, 9th & 10th, G & H Streets, Northwest.  It was said that after Marcia died that Van Ness became obsessed with building the mausoleum and spent most of his free time there.  It can be found today on a knoll in Oak Hill Cemetery.

The great Van Ness mansion started to crumble as John Van Ness withdrew from the world after his wives and daughter’s deaths and he, like his wife before him, become a recluse.  Rumors spread that the house staff quick after run in with ghosts and that many of the servants who stayed refused to enter certain rooms in the mansion because they were so haunted. There were reports of footsteps coming from empty rooms and laughter that turned to screams of agony, said to be from the spirit of young Ann as she died. Several people claimed that the apparition of Marcia Van Ness materialized in the upstairs hallway and roamed the house at will.

Van Ness

 John Van Ness outlived her by 16 years and died on March 7, 1846, at the age of 76. The couple is buried in a private mausoleum at Oak Hill Cemetery. Hundreds of Washingtonians lined the route to see their Mayor off and to watch bier drawn by six white horses that had been so cherished by Van Ness, carry his coffin to the family mausoleum.
  Those horses were later sold during the settlement of Van Ness’s estate and there was constant talk of demolishing the now dilapidated Van Ness Mansion and the reports of its haunting increased.



The house became the residence of a man named Thomas Green. Years later Green and his wife were arrested after the Lincoln assassination because it was rumored that they had been involved in Booth’s original plot to kidnap Lincoln and hold him captive for a few days in the mansion’s wine cellar before spiriting him into Confederate territory.  The Greens were found innocent, released, and then fled the city forever. Over the next fifty years the property was used as a German beer garden, florist's nursery, headquarters of the city street cleaners, and Columbia Athletic Club.

  Columbian College, (Now George Washington University) purchased the property in 1903 for $161,000 and planned to build a new campus on the site but were voted down by alumni who said the property was unhealthy because it was near marsh on what was then B Street and is now Constitution Avenue.  The university sold the property in 1907 for $200,000 to the State Department which tore down the estate building in 1908 to build the Pan American Union Building.


 Over the years there were reports by several about people who claimed to have seen, six headless white horses galloping around the house.  In the 1980s, a man ran his car off the road on Rock Creek Park claiming that as his car passed by Oak Hill Cemetery, he was distracted by the sight of six headless white horses up on the hill by the Van Ness Mausoleum. The legend is that on the anniversary John Van Ness’s death, that his favorite troop of six white horses make a midnight run around the old mansion.

CLOSING DOORS

  Gary J. Walters was appointed White House Chief Usher in 1986. According to Walters, “I was standing at the state floor of the White House adjacent to the staircase that comes up from the ground floor. The police officers and I felt a cool rush of air pass between us and then two doors that stand open closed by themselves. I have never seen these doors move before without somebody specifically closing them by hand. It was quite remarkable.” Other staff member report that White House doors throughout the building close by themselves.


FRANCIS FOLSOM CLEVELAND
 First Lady Frances Folsom Cleveland, (1864-1947) married to President Grover Cleveland, a life-long bachelor, in the White House's Blue Room in 1886. She was 21 years old student at Wells College at the time, the youngest First Lady in American history.  He was 49 and executor of her father’s estate. (Who died in a carriage accident on July 23, 1875, without having written a Will. The court appointed Cleveland administrator of his estate.) Cleveland had more or less supervised Frances upbringing since she was 11 years old. 
 Cleveland remains the only President to be married in the White House and the second President to be married while serving in office. The couple were wildly popular with the American people and by all reports, Francis was aid to be a warm and interesting person of great beauty. The couple eventually had five children.


After her husband's death in 1908, Frances Cleveland remarried in 1913 to Thomas J. Preston, Jr., a professor of archeology at Wells College.  She was the first presidential widow to remarry.  Francis died in Baltimore on October 29, 1947, and was buried in Princeton with her first husband, President Grover Cleveland.



  That same year, 1947, her ghost was reported to have appeared in the Blue Room (Above, in about 1910) where she married sixty-one years before. She is still reported to haunt the room and visitors tell of sensing “an overpowering presence” when in the room alone. 


FOOTSTEPS
 The night bodyguard to President Benjamin Harrison reported hearing near constant footsteps in the hall where he was posted and assumed it was spirit of Abe Lincoln pacing the floor, back and forth.  He was said to have grown so weary of the sound that he attended a séance to ask President Lincoln to stop. The noises were heard by many others over the year but they are said to have stopped after the extensive repairs were done to the second floor of the White House in 1952.

 President Benjamin Harrison grandfather, William Henry Harrison, is said to haunt the White House attic. (Although I can’t imagine why he chose the attic) Harrison was the last president born before the United States Declaration of Independence was signed and served the shortest term, 30 days, 12 hours and 30 minutes.
Harrison died only three weeks after his inauguration when he caught a common cold which developed into Pneumonia and then pleurisy. His last words, spoken to his Vice President, John Tyler were, “Sir, I wish you to understand the true principles of the government. I wish them carried out. I ask nothing more.”
Harrison’s death started the legend of the “curse of the Shawnee Prophet”. The curse (Which is also called The Curse of Tippecanoe) derives from the battle of Tippecanoe in 1811 while Harrison was governor of the Indiana Territory.  Apparently during the negotiation of the 1809 Treaty of Fort Wayne with Native Americans, Harrison used some underhanded tactics to cede enormous tracks of land from the Indian nations to the U.S. government.


 The terms brought about the battle of Tippecanoe (Above) in which the Shawnee leader Tecumseh and his brother rose up against the westward expansion of the United States. It was Harrison’s leadership of the US troops during the battle that brought him national fame as a war hero. However, Tecumseh's brother Tenskwatawa, known as the Prophet, set a curse against Harrison and all others who were elected president during years with the same end number as Harrison. (He was elected in 1840) 


For the next 120 years, presidents elected during years ending in a zero (occurring every 20 years) died while serving in office, from Harrison to John F. Kennedy and including Ronald Reagan, (elected in 1980) who was shot but survived and George W. Bush (2000) who survived an attempt on his life unharmed. However, the only president who died in office without being elected in a "cursed" year was Zachary Taylor, who was elected in 1848 and died in 1850.
Harrison is said to haunt the White House attic where his ghost has been seen tossing about papers and boxes as if he was looking for something very specific.  Harrison’s guard brush with the afterworld was not the only a séance was related to the White House. President Lincoln, no doubt in a move to appease his somewhat erratic wife, attended several séance in the White House and in his book The Choice, Bob Woodward describes a 1995, a séance was held by psychic Jean Houston  (Below) in the White House solarium for the benefit of Hillary Clinton.  According to the book, Hillary, while in a deep trance, channeled the spirits of Eleanor Roosevelt and Mahatma Gandhi. Before that, First Lady Nancy Reagan asked her astrologer, Joan Quigley, to arrange an attempt to communicate with the otherworld through the so-called White House portal.

Nancy Reagan called Quigley in 1981 after John Hinckley's attempted assassination of the president and asked Quigley if she could have foreseen the assassination attempt. Quigley said she could have, and Nancy then had her stay on as the White House astrologer in secret until that secret was released in 1988 by former chief of staff Donald Regan.
Explaining why she kept Quigley on, the First Lady wrote “Very few people can understand what it's like to have your husband shot at and almost die, and then have him exposed all the time to enormous crowds, tens of thousands of people, any one of whom might be a lunatic with a gun... I was doing everything I could think of to protect my husband and keep him alive."
Quigley later wrote, "Not since the days of the Roman emperors—and never in the history of the United States Presidency—has an astrologer played such a significant role in the nation's affairs of State."

ANDREW JACKSON

 " … all the while listening to the ghosts walk up and down the hallway and even right in here in the study. The floors pop and the drapes move back and forth—I can just imagine old Andy [Jackson] and Teddy [Roosevelt] having an argument over Franklin [Roosevelt]."   President Harry Truman in a 1945 letter to his wife,


Lillian Rogers Parks was a one-time society hairdresser who had used her client connections to get the White House job as a seamstress and Executive maid from the beginning of the Hoover Administration in 1929 to the end of the Eisenhower years. She had been a familiar figure at the White House since she was a little girl. Her mother, Maggie Rogers, was part of the White House staff at the start of the Taft Administration and often took her daughter to work with her. 

Parks, who lived to age 100, wrote ''My Thirty Years Backstairs at the White House.'' created an immediate sensation when it was published in 1961 and was on The New York Times best-seller list for 26 weeks. The book also became the basis of a nine-part NBC miniseries in 1979. But its success so alarmed the incoming First Lady, Jacqueline Kennedy, that she ordered all White House domestic employees to sign a pledge not to write about their White House experiences.  (Mrs. Kennedy's secretary, Mary Gallagher, in photo below was assigned to the task of collecting the signatures but neglected to sign one, herself, and eventually wrote her own tell-all, ''My Boss,'' in 1969.)


In her book, Park told of working in the Rose Bedroom (the modern Queen's Suite) to prepare it for a visit from Queen Elizabeth, when she gradually became aware of a cold presence standing behind her. Frightened, she rushed out of the room not looking once behind her. It was three years before she could bring herself to enter the room again.
 In that same room, President Andrew Jackson is said to be seen lying on the Queens' Bedroom and his would rough laugh has been heard in the White House since the beginning of the 1860s. 

First Lady press secretary Liz Carpenter heard the laugh and swore it was Jackson's, and Mary Todd Lincoln (Who had some mental health issues) claimed to have heard the stomping and swearing of an invisible presence which she claimed was the uncouth Jackson. 
Mary Todd Lincoln (Below) was certain that President Jackson was caring for her young son Willie in the afterlife. In the 1940s, Katurah Brooks, a maid, said that she often heard laughter coming from the Queen's Suite.



 Mary also once remarked that she heard President Thomas Jefferson playing his violin in the Yellow Oval Room  (below) and remarked “My, my, how that Mr. Jefferson does play that violin.”  However, she was the only person who heard the sounds.




LINCOLNS PREMONITION OF HIS OWN DEATH


 Lincoln’s former law partner, Ward Hill Lamon  (below) wrote that he was among the "two or three persons present" when the president told them about a disturbing dream he had "only a few days before his assassination." 

 Prodded by Mrs. Lincoln to continue, Lincoln said “about ten days ago" he had gone to bed late after he had stayed up "waiting for important dispatches from the front." As he began to dream, he experienced "a death-like stillness about me."
 Hearing the sounds of subdued sobs, Lincoln walked downstairs in search of the "mournful sounds of distress," but encountered no living person until he entered the East Room, (Below) where he found "a sickening surprise": a covered corpse resting on a catafalque, surrounded by soldiers, with mourners gazing at the body and weeping. "'Who is dead in the White House?' I demanded of one of the soldiers,"

"'The President,' was his answer; 'he was killed by an assassin!'" Lincoln then stated that he awoke soon after in response to a "loud burst of grief from the crowd," did not sleep again that night due to the dream, and "have been strangely annoyed by it since."



William H. Crook was Lincoln's primary bodyguards in 1865. Crook, and the other security detail in the White House, were members of the Washington DC police force and were brought into the Executive mansion to curb the astounding lack of protection around the president.  "The entrance doors and all the doors on the Pennsylvania side of the mansion were open at all hours of the day and, often, very late into the evening." Crook wrote. In 1864, the White House was given four around-the-clock bodyguards including Crook.
On April 14, 1865, the night Lincoln was killed, Crook began his shift at 8 AM and was supposed to have been relieved by John Frederick Parker at 4 PM, but Parker was several hours late. Crook was a joke as a policeman. During his short tine as an officer, (The DC police department came into being in 1861) Parker was charged with dereliction of duty and conduct unbecoming an officer several times for being drunk on duty, sleeping on streetcars while at work, and visiting a brothel. Yet remarkably, he was never fired and actually assigned to the White House. It was Parker (In a badly blurred police photo on right above) who attended Fords Theater (Below) with Lincoln and was assigned to guard the entrance to the President's box.



Police sketch of the door where Parker was supposed to be sitting at.

 Parker stayed at his post for only a short time and then went to a nearby tavern with Lincoln's footman and coachman and Lincoln was shot moments later.


 Parker was charged with neglect of duty, but the complaint was dismissed and was still assigned to work security at the White House. While waiting for Parker to arrive Lincoln had told Crook that he had been having dreams of himself being assassinated for three straight nights. Crook tried to persuade Lincoln not to attend the theater. As Lincoln left for the theater, he turned to Crook and said "Goodbye, Crook." Before, Lincoln had always said, "Good night, Crook." Crook later recalled: "It was the first time that he neglected to say, ‘Good Night’ to me and it was the only time that he ever said ‘Good-bye’. I thought of it at that moment and, a few hours later, when the news flashed over Washington that he had been shot, his last words were so burned into my being that they can never be forgotten."
Crook stayed on at the White House as a guard for Andrew Johnson and it was Crook who brought the news to the President that he had been acquitted in his impeachment trial in May 1868. Ulysses S. Grant later appointed Crook "Executive Clerk of the President of the United States" in 1870, and dispersing agent in 1877.


Lincoln’s driver and Parkers drinking companion (above) and the Star Saloon where they drank as Lincoln was killed.

ABE LINCOLN’S GHOST


 President Abe Lincoln is by far the most seen and heard ghost to haunt the White House. The president’s ghost is most often seen, befittingly, in the Lincoln bedroom, but Lincoln never slept in that room. Rather, he used it as a Cabinet room and signed the Emancipation Proclamation there. 

 One of the first reports of “Sensing” Lincoln’s ghost roaming the White House halls came from the very practical Theodore Roosevelt, (Above) who lived in the White House from 1901 to 1909.

 First Lady Grace Coolidge, wife of President Calvin Coolidge, was the first to claim to have seen Lincoln's ghost.  She insisted that she saw Lincoln looking towards the Potomac River from the Oval Office.  (During Lincoln’s administration the Potomac ran much closer to the White House than it does today) The no-nonsense Queen Wilhelmina (Below) of the Netherlands visited the United States for about two week in June of 1942 as guest of the U.S. government.  
While in Washington, she addressed the U.S. Congress (The first queen to do so) and spent a night at the White House, staying in the Lincoln bedroom.  After she had retired for the evening and was soundly asleep, the Queen awoke after hearing a persistent knocking on her door.  Thinking that there might be news of her war torn homeland, she stepped from the bed, opened the door, saw before her President Abe Lincoln, and promptly fainted.       
Around that same time, long time White House employee Lillian Rogers Parks said that while working in a small room near the Lincoln bedroom when she heard footsteps coming from the Lincoln room and that she kept turning expecting to see someone come near her, but no one ever did.

Roosevelt’s secretary, Mary Eben, said she was saw Lincoln laying on his bed (another version says she saw the President pulling on  his boots in the bedroom)  and White House guest Carl Sandburg claimed to have "sensed" Lincoln do the same as well.
Eleanor Roosevelt said that she sensed Lincoln’s presence repeatedly throughout the White House and remarked that she always had the feeling of being watched when she worked in her very busy office.  FDR’s dog, Fala, would sometimes bark at an empty chair.
A naked Winston Churchill was waddling about in the Lincoln bedroom when he saw Lincoln’s ghost. There are two versions of the story. In the first version there was knock on the. The Prime Minster opened the door and purportedly saw the ghost of Abraham Lincoln standing there.  Churchill slammed the door shut, demanded to be moved to another room across the hall and vowed to never enter the Lincoln bedroom again.
In the second version of the same sighting, Churchill had just stepped out of a bath and was enjoying a cigar and a glass of scotch when Lincoln appeared, standing by the fireplace. The pair are said to have started at each other for some time before the ghost faded away.
One night at 3 AM, President Harry Truman was awaken by a series of loud raps on his door.  He stepped out of bed, opened the door and found no one but publicly attributed the knock to Abe Lincoln.  The President’s daughter, Margaret said she heard also heard a loud knocking on her door in the White House and also believed it was Lincoln.


Gerald Ford's daughter Susan Ford refused to sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom and Ronald Reagan’s daughter, Maureen, insisted that she saw Lincoln in the Lincoln Bedroom while staying there during her father’s administration.
I'm not kidding” she said “We've really seen it. When I told my parents what I saw they looked at me a little weirdly."
Maureen said that the spirit appeared to her in the early morning hours as a red and sometimes orange aura.  Years later, First Lady Nancy Reagan said that the family dog, Rex, would often stand outside the Lincoln Bedroom door and bark loudly but refused to go in.
The last reported sighting of Lincoln’s ghost came in the early 1980s when the White House operations foreman, Tony Savoy, came into the White House and saw Lincoln sitting in a chair at the top of some stairs.

 THE GHOST OF WILLIE LINCOLN
 
William Wallace "Willie" Lincoln was the third son of Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd Lincoln who died in the White House at the age of 11 on February 20, 1862. The cause of death was more than probably was typhoid fever developed from drinking Washington’s contaminated water sometime in late January of 1862. He fell ill and remained ill for almost two months, his condition fluctuating from day to day.  Finally, after much suffering, the child died at 5:00 PM on February 20, with his parents by his side.


  "My poor boy.” His father said “He was too good for this earth. God has called him home. I know that he is much better off in heaven, but then we loved him so. It is hard, hard to have him die!"

His death deeply affected the nation and the First Family.  It was reported that Willie's younger brother, Tad, cried for nearly for a week.  (Who was sick with the same illness at the same time, though he survived.)
Mary Todd Lincoln was so distraught that Lincoln feared for her sanity and Abe Lincoln fell into one of deep depressions, this one lasting for a week.  He and Mary Todd held several séances in the Green Room to contact Willie’s spirit in the afterlife.

 Willie Lincoln's ghost was first seen in the White House by staff members of the Grant administration in the 1870s and was seen again in the 1960s by President Lyndon B. Johnson's college-age daughter, Lynda Bird Johnson Robb, who said she not only saw the ghost but conversed with it.


THE GHOST OF DOLLY MADISON
 During the early years of the Wilson administration, (1913-1921) First lady Ellen Wilson sent workmen to dig up the rose garden to redesign it.  

A gardener claimed that while digging up the garden the ghost Dolly Madison appeared and reprimanded him for removing the rose bushes she had planted over a hundred years ago. Ellen Wilson died from Bright’s disease, in the White House, on August 6, 1914. 

MUSIC FROM NOWHERE
Jenna Bush Hager, the daughter of former President George W. Bush claimed that while she lived in the White House ‘I heard a ghost.  I was asleep, there was a fireplace in my room, and all of a sudden, I heard 1920s music coming out.  I could feel it; I freaked out and ran into my sister's room.  She was like “Please go back to sleep this is ridiculous”.


The next week we were both asleep in my room, the phone had rang and woke us up.  ‘We were talking and going back to bed when all of a sudden we heard this opera, coming out of the fireplace. We couldn't believe it; we both jumped in bed and were asking the people that worked there the next morning “Are we crazy?”  We tried to rationalize it, but they said they heard it there all the time.’

THE SAD GHOST ANNA SURRATT
Anna Surratt was the loving, innocent, and dedicated daughter of convicted Lincoln assassination co-conspirator Mary Surratt. After the assassination of Abe Lincoln, Mary Surratt was arrested and convicted of being part of the conspiracy to kill the President and was sentenced to be hung by the neck as a result of her part in the plot.  Essentially, Surratt had allowed her boardinghouse in downtown Washington (Where it still stands today) to be used as a meeting place for Booth and the others conspirators. How much deeper her involvement went beyond that is still a matter of debate.
After the guilty verdict, Anna Surratt pleaded repeatedly for her mother's life with Judge Advocate General Joseph Holt, but he refused to consider clemency.  She then tried to see President Andrew Johnson at the White House to plead for her mother’s life but was pushed off the grounds by Senator James Lane (Below) and Preston King.

On July 1, 1866 the recently reelected Lane shot himself in the head as he jumped from his carriage in Leavenworth, Kansas. He was said to be deranged, depressed, had been accused of financial irregularities in office. He died ten days later near Leavenworth, Kansas, a result of the self-inflicted gunshot. Preston King (Below) committed suicide by tying a bag of bullets around his neck and leaping from a ferryboat in New York Harbor on November 13, 1865


Later, Mrs. Stephen Douglas, (Below) widow of the late senator, arrived by carriage to the White to convince President Andrew Johnson not to execute Mary Surratt, but to no avail.  But there was hope until the end.  General Winfield Scott Hancock was in command at the 


Washington Penitentiary, where Mary Hancock was being held. On the day of the execution, he stationed cavalry riders from the jail to the White House in the event President Johnson changed his mind and granted a last-minute reprieve.


After her mother was executed, Anna’s younger brother John was on the run as an accused member of the conspiracy and another brother, Isaac, was in the Confederate army and would not return home for another several months.
Eventually, in 1867, John was put on trial, but the government was unable to convict him, and he was released.  He became a teacher at St. Joseph Catholic School in Emmetsburg, Maryland and later joined the Baltimore Steam Packet Company. He rose to be treasurer of the Company and married Mary Victorine Hunter a relative of Francis Scott Key.  He died of pneumonia at the age of 72.
Mary was ostracized from society in general and for a while lived in poverty.  On March 10, 1869, Surratt tavern in Surrattsville (now Clinton Md.) was sold to Robert W. Hunter who purchased the building and 6 acres around it for $3,500.  After that, Annie married Professor William P. Tonry in a private ceremony at St. Patrick’s Church, just a short walk from Fords Theater. 
 Tonry was a chemist working for the surgeon general’s office. Strangely enough, he worked at Ford’s Theatre during the civil war when the theater been converted into government offices shortly after the assassination. Four days after her marriage was made public fired Tonry from his job at the War Department.



Anna Surratt and her brother Isaac.  Like the others Isaac also move to Baltimore. He never married and died at age 66.  

The couple eventually moved to Baltimore and Tonry went back to work as a chemist and the couple had four children and overall, became somewhat well off if not rich.  But the strain of the Lincoln assassination and her mother execution left mentally unbalanced and she often suffered from bouts of anxiety, depression, and fear.  Anna died of kidney disease on Oct. 24, 1904.  She was buried at Mount Olivet Cemetery in Washington, in an unmarked grave next to Mary.
To this day, some members of the White House staff claim that Anna's ghost returns to the White House every July 6, silently banging on the front door to plea for her mother's life. Residents of the H Street NW apartments where she lived for a while report deep moaning and sobbing sounds in the hallways.

JOHN TYLER



 President John Tyler allegedly haunts the Blue Oval Room. The stories started when the unstable Mary Todd Lincoln reported hearing his voice coming from the Oval Office.  Mary said that she heard Tyler make a proposal of marriage to Julia Gardner, (above) Tyler’s second and much young wife.

Mary Todd Lincoln, thought to be a hypochondriac, was long considered mentally unstable although in recent years scholars have come to believe that she suffered from pernicious anemia which may have  cause her difficulties. On May 20, 1875, she was involuntarily institutionalized for psychiatric disease ten years after her husband's murder by her son after she almost jumped out of a window to escape a non-existent fire. She freed herself from the asylum within three months after she managed to smuggle letters to her lawyer, James B. Bradwell, and his wife Myra Bradwell, a feminist and fellow spiritualist. Mary was released into the custody of her sister in Springfield Ill. After the court proceedings to determine her competency, she was so enraged that she attempted suicide by trying to drink laudanum but the hotel pharmacist, realized her intent and gave her a placebo.  Later she sat for spirit photographer William H. Mumler. Mumler, who knew Mary Todd personally, later claimed he did not know that his sitter was Mary Todd Lincoln. The photo of course, is a hoax.


Charles Portis, Elusive Author of ‘True Grit,’ Dies at 86



The publicity-shy Mr. Portis earned a modest but devoted readership and accolades as America’s “least-known great writer.”

Feb. 17, 2020

Charles Portis, the publicity-shy author of “True Grit” and a short list of other novels that drew a cult following and accolades as the work of possibly the nation’s best unknown writer, died on Monday at a hospice in Little Rock, Ark. He was 86.
His death was confirmed by his brother Jonathan, who said Mr. Portis had been in hospice care for two years and in an Alzheimer’s care facility for six years prior.
Mr. Portis was in his early 30s and well established as a reporter at The New York Herald Tribune in 1964, when he decided to turn to fiction full time. The decision astonished his friends and colleagues at the paper, among them Jimmy Breslin, Tom Wolfe and Nora Ephron.
He had covered the civil rights movement in the South: riots in Birmingham, Ala.; the jailing of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in Albany, Ga.; Gov. George C. Wallace’s attempt to stop the desegregation of the University of Alabama. And he had been assigned to a coveted post, London bureau chief. His future in journalism was bright.
But he said he was heading home; he was going to move into an Arkansas fishing shack and write novels.
“A fishing shack!” Mr. Wolfe recalled in his book “The New Journalism.” “In Arkansas! It was too goddamned perfect to be true, and yet there it was.”
Within two years Mr. Portis had published his first novel, “Norwood.” It told the story of Norwood Pratt, a naïve ex-Marine from East Texas on a road trip to collect a $70 debt. Along the way he encounters, among other things, a con artist and a chicken that can play tick-tack-toe.
“Norwood” set the pattern for Mr. Portis’s use of misfits, cranks and sly humor in his fiction.
Two years later came “True Grit,” a best seller and his biggest success. A tale of the Wild West, it revolves around the grizzled, irascible federal marshal Rooster Cogburn, “an old one-eyed jasper that was built along the lines of Grover Cleveland.”

Like “Norwood,” “True Grit” was first serialized in The Saturday Evening Post. And like “Norwood,” it was turned into a movie, twice — in 1969, with John Wayne in the Cogburn role (for which he received an Academy Award), and in 2010, starring Jeff Bridges and directed by Joel and Ethan Coen. (“Norwood” became a movie in 1970 starring Mr. Portis’s fellow Arkansan Glen Campbell.)
The narrative voice of “True Grit” is that of a self-assured old woman, Mattie Ross, as she recalls an adventure she had in Arkansas’s Indian Territory when she was 14, on a quest to track down her father’s killer with Cogburn’s help.
Mr. Portis wanted her to sound determined to “get the story right,” he said in an interview for this obituary in 2012. The book has virtually no contractions, and the language is insistently old-fashioned.
One of Mattie’s first impressions of Cogburn, who patrols the territory out of Fort Smith, is harsh. She finds him in bed at 10 o’clock in the morning, fully clothed and hung over.
“The brindle cat Sterling Price was curled up on the foot of the bed,” she says. “Rooster coughed and spit on the floor and rolled a cigarette and lit it and coughed some more. He asked me to bring him some coffee and I got a cup and took the eureka pot from the stove and did this. As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.”
The dialogue throughout has the same tone. In one scene Cogburn confronts four bandits across an open field:
“Lucky Ned Pepper said, ‘What is your intentions? Do you think one on four is a dogfall?’
“Rooster said, ‘I mean to kill you in one minute, Ned, or see you hanged in Fort Smith at Judge Parker’s convenience! Which will you have?’
“Lucky Ned Pepper laughed. He said, ‘I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man!’
“Rooster said, ‘Fill your hand, you son of a bitch!’ and he took the reins in his teeth and pulled the other saddle revolver and drove his spurs into the flanks of his strong horse Bo and charged directly at the bandits.”
Between 1979 and 1991, Mr. Portis published three more novels, “The Dog of the South” (1979), “Masters of Atlantis” (1985) and “Gringos” (1991). Like his first two, they relied on deadpan humor, oddball characters and occasional bursts of melodrama.
In “The Dog of the South,” the narrator, Ray Midge, drives to Mexico from Little Rock, Ark., in pursuit of his wife, who has run off with her first husband and Ray’s Ford Torino. In “Masters of Atlantis,” two men found a sect based on wisdom from the lost city of Atlantis. And in “Gringos” an American expat in Mexico gets involved with U.F.O. enthusiasts and archaeologists searching for a lost Mayan city.
All were reissued in paperback in 1999 and 2000 by the Overlook Press after Esquire magazine ran an article by Ron Rosenbaum proclaiming Mr. Portis America’s “least-known great writer.”
“Mr. Portis evokes an eccentric, absurd world with a completely straight face,” Charles McGrath wrote in The New York Times in 2010. “The trick of his books,” he added, is that “they pretend to be serious.”
He went on, “In one way or another the subtext of all these novels is the great Melvillean theme of the American weakness for secret conspiracies and arcane knowledge, and our embrace of con men, scam artists and flimflammers of every sort.”

In his later years Mr. Portis produced a sparse collection of magazine articles, notably for his Arkansas friend William Whitworth, the longtime editor of The Atlantic Monthly. He also wrote a few short stories for The New Yorker, The Atlantic and Oxford American.
Jay Jennings, an Arkansas writer and friend, compiled a collection of Mr. Portis’s work that included excerpts from his newspaper reporting on civil rights during the early 1960s. It also included a short memoir, “Combinations of Jacksons,” and a three-act play, “Delray’s New Moon.” The collection, “Escape Velocity,” was published in 2012 by Butler Center Books in Little Rock.
Mr. Portis shrank from the attention his more celebrated novels attracted. He steadfastly refused to be interviewed, although he made himself available to talk about his life for this obituary. When drawn into public gatherings, he dodged photographers. But he didn’t like to be called a recluse or compared to the likes of J.D. Salinger. He pointed out that his name was in the Little Rock phone book.
Ms. Ephron, a friend from his New York days, talked about his penchant for privacy. He was charming, she told The Times in 2010. “But he was a newspaper reporter who didn’t have a phone. The Trib had to make him get one. So even back then the pattern was there.”
Charles McColl Portis was born on Dec. 28, 1933, in El Dorado, an oil town in southeast Arkansas, to Samuel Palmer Portis, an educator, and the former Alice Waddell. He grew up in various towns in the region, including Hamburg, where he went to high school.
After graduating he worked as an auto mechanic and, in 1952, at 18, joined the Marines over the strong objections of his father. He served in Korea during and after the war there and left the service as a sergeant.
After enrolling at the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville, he wrote for the student paper, The Arkansas Traveler, and the local paper, The Northwest Arkansas Times. One of his tasks at The Times was handling country correspondents, who were known for their eccentric spelling and matter-of-fact reporting on the ailments and family events of local citizens.
“My job was to edit out all the life and charm from these homely reports,” he said in the 2012 interview.
After graduating with a journalism degree in 1958 he was a reporter for The Memphis Commercial Appeal and a reporter and columnist for The Arkansas Gazette in Little Rock. He joined The Herald Tribune in 1960. After reporting from the South, he was assigned to London, where he was the bureau chief for a year before deciding to become a novelist.
Mr. Portis never married. Besides his brother Jonathan, he is survived by another brother, Richard.
Mr. Portis’s reluctance to talk to the news media may have been traceable to his days as a reporter, when intruding on people’s lives was part of the job description. Mattie, his narrator in “True Grit,” may be voicing Mr. Portis’s own feelings when she speaks of the reporters who had sought her out to tell them her story of Rooster Cogburn.
“I do not fool around with newspapers,” Mattie says. “The paper editors are great ones for reaping where they have not sown. Another game they have is to send reporters out to talk to you and get your stories free. I know the young reporters are not paid well and I would not mind helping those boys out with their ‘scoops’ if they could ever get anything right.”

This is what I learned from trying to get help for my brother, a man suffering from trauma and alcoholism....



......We must do something about the issue of mental health in America. The longer I live I am more and more certain that mental health issues, brought on by trauma, is the leading cause of all of problems, from drug abuse to homicide. Obviously early intervention is the answer.  Yet in order to get adequate mental health assistance, due to its enormous cost, a person must first hit absolute rock bottom.    


Evening, Tomales Bay By Ian Roberts



Ian Roberts has been painting for over 40 years.
His father was a painter and Ian accompanied him on painting trips from the time he was ten.
He attended the New School of Art and the Ontario College of Art in Toronto. He studied figure painting in Florence, Italy.
He teaches plein air painting in the U.S. through his school Atelier Saint-Luc, named after the patron saint of painters. Ian shows in the U.S. and Canada, is an artist member of the California Art Club and a signature member of the Laguna Plein Air Painters Association. He lives in Los Angeles, California.
He is author of two books, Mastering Composition: Techniques and Principles to Dramatically Improve Your Painting, published by North Light Books, and Creative Authenticity: 16 Principles to Clarify and Deepen Your Artistic Vision.

He has also produced several videos, Mastering Composition, Plein Air Painting, Design, Color, Plein Air, Mastering Composition from Photos: Light & Shadow, Mastering Composition from Photos: Landscape Painting...

Vassilis Tangoulis


THE DREAMY, LONG-EXPOSURE PHOTOGRAPHY OF VASSILIS TANGOULIS
By Victor Gavenda

The evocative long-exposure photography of Vassilis Tangoulis maintains a magical balance between stasis and volatility, at once commonplace and strange. He prefers to work in monochrome, inviting comparisons with the images of Ansel Adams. But rather than conveying the majesty of the natural world in realistic detail like Adams, Tangoulis conjures a surreal, minimalist realm that hovers on the edge of our dreams, serene yet disquieting.

A chemistry professor by profession, Tangoulis was born in a small town in the mountains of Greece and now lives in the seaside city of Patras. He draws inspiration from his homeland’s unique countryside, but he rebels against the practice of cranking out tourist postcard views of Greece. Instead, he chooses unglamorous subject matter (fishermen, decaying freighters, lonely trees) and uses long-exposure photography to add the sense of the passage of time. He calls it the “projection of a four-dimensional scene onto a 2D surface.”

Tangoulis realized early on that he wasn’t out to capture “the real thing.” Since that first epiphany, he says, “My landscapes turned out to be dreamlands separate from the reality we experience and inhabit.” Tangoulis says he dreams in black and white, and those dreams always consist of simple figures, objects, or artifacts placed in large negative spaces.

He finds that black and white gives him the power to focus the viewer’s interest on his subject—whether a tree, a seascape, or a small house on a hill—without the distraction of color. This helps to free viewers to create their own dream-story as they wander between negative space and his main subject.

Tangoulis takes great inspiration from Greece, which offers plenty of the water scenes and abandoned artifacts he is so fond of depicting. “I love to capture Greek landscapes using my personal viewpoint and thus present a unique view of Greece.” An unexpected feature of the Greek landscape plays a surprising role in his photography: “In some parts of Greece, snow is the main problem in winter.”

Capturing a static photograph of a landscape or object is not the end of Tangoulis’s process. He employs a number of techniques—some in-camera, some in-computer—to transform a raw scene into a representation of the dreamland he has envisioned.

One aspect of the experience of dreams is that time often doesn’t flow in a linear manner. Time may stand still, or we may feel we are witnessing an event at multiple points in time simultaneously. Tangoulis found that he can bring this time-out-of-joint feeling to his dreamscapes by using long exposures, sometimes as long as four or five minutes. Anything in motion in the scene, whether an object or a fluid, becomes blurred and indistinct (Tangoulis uses neutral-density filters to reduce the amount of light entering the lens so the image isn’t completely over-exposed).

Tangoulis explains that, while a photograph is inherently a 2D representation of a 3D scene, it’s possible to add a component of the fourth dimension—time—as well. “The power and magic of a long-exposure photograph comes from the fact that the dimension of time, as an extra dimension above and beyond the spatial coordinates of the scene, can be monitored and captured.”

Adobe Photoshop CC plays a major role in enhancing Tangoulis’s images. “The first photograph I capture in the camera is only about 30 percent of the final image,” says Tangoulis. “The rest of it is the result of the processing in Photoshop combined with my previsualized scenery, which is driven by my artistic vision.” Indeed, because so much of the character and emotional content of Tangoulis’s images comes from his post-processing, he eschews the term “photos” for his creations and prefers to call them “artworks.”

Tangoulis first decides which portions of the image he wants to draw the viewer’s attention to. In Photoshop, he creates and saves selections for those areas, and then adjusts the tonality and contrast of those areas. The portions of the image he wants to recede into the background receive minor applications of the Gaussian Blur filter and little to no contrast adjustment. He says that adjusting light conditions in parts of the image can also add to the feeling of depth.

Photoshop is also indispensable for his compositing work. Sometimes his imaginary dreamscapes can be realized only by the combination of multiple images. He begins by processing each image in Adobe Camera Raw for basic exposure and distortion corrections, noise reduction, and conversion to 16-bit and 300 dpi. He saves the results in TIFF format. In Photoshop, the TIFFs then undergo a basic conversion to black-and-white. He also adjusts the luminance of key parts of the image using luminosity masks.

For the compositing, Tangoulis loads the images as individual Photoshop layers and uses layer masks to hide parts of each layer. Next, he uses gradient masks to add light to some areas or to enhance the dark areas. (He spends a lot of time dodging and burning.) Because these are local rather than global adjustments, he sets up layer groups to save the various selections required.

Other Photoshop features come in handy, too, such as the Patch tool and Gaussian Blur (useful for taking care of color banding that may result from the processing). He also uses blend modes when combining layers, especially Screen and Darker Color. As a final touch, he adjusts the contrast of the composited image.

Although Tangoulis concentrates on unpopulated landscapes, a subset of his work does incorporate people. He confesses that “adding the human element has been a challenge for me,” precisely because of his love of long exposures. The human figure ends up blurred, which he says “gives an abstract feeling to the human element.”

In the course of producing his collection The Gathering, Tangoulis tried a new technique: He composited an unblurred figure of a human into a long-exposure image. He admits that he was surprised by the success of these images. Tangoulis now feels that he has overcome the challenge by finding the harmony between his minimal, silent landscapes and the shape of the human body. Implementing this solution involved finding a way to process the image so the human doesn’t draw too much of the viewer’s attention, so that it becomes “a part of the landscape in harmony with all the elements of nature.”


Tangoulis doesn’t produce black and white images exclusively. Color plays a role in about 20 percent of his portfolio. “I am always pretty sure from the beginning if a photo is going to be in black and white or color,” he says. The choice is driven by the feeling he’s trying to capture.


Sugar Chile Robinson




“Born Frankie Robinson in Detroit, the youngest of seven children born to Clarence and Elizabeth Robinson. He was nicknamed “Sugar Chile” by his mother. Although neither parent was a musician, Frankie began playing piano by ear at the age of two. At the age of three, he won a talent show at the Paradise Theatre in Detroit. By six, he was playing guest shots with Lionel Hampton’s band and the Frankie Carle Orchestra. In 1946, he made a cameo in the Van Johnson film “No Leave, No Love” performing “Caldonia”. In March 1946, Robinson performed at a gala in Washington DC for President Truman. He played four numbers including “Caldonia” during which he shouted out, “How’m I Doin’, Mr President?” This became a popular catch-phrase. In 1947, he was the subject of a seven-minute film entitled “Frankie ‘Sugar Chile’ Robinson.” In 1949, Robinson made his first recordings for the Capitol label. His first two releases were “Numbers Boogie”, which made it to number four on the Billboard R&B charts, and “Caldonia” which reached number 14. Robinson toured and recorded until 1952, when he requested that he be allowed to return to school. He graduated from Northern High School at age 15. He went on to attend Olivet College in Michigan, and graduated with a degree in psychology in 1960.”

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Latin idioms used in Italian



Italian comes from Latin and nowadays in the Italian language there are still phrases and idioms that come from Latin and that are widely used, either in their original Latin form or in their modern translation.

Ad litteram - Alla lettera: to the letter. Generally heard in the Italian form.

Alea iacta est - Il dado è tratto: the die is cast, the famous phrase attributed to Caesar while crossing the Rubicone river and declaring war to the senate. We generally use the translation, but the original form is just as famous.

Alma mater - Madre che nutre: nurturing mother. Many universities in Italy are called Alma Mater, the most famous of which is the University of Bologna, called Alma Mater Studiorum

Carthago delenda est - Cartagine dev'essere distrutta: Carthage must be destroyed.

Cum grano salis - Con un grano di sale: with a grain of salt, Pliny the Elder, both versions are used

Cui prodest? - A chi giova?: who benefits from it?, Seneca. Both versions are used, but I’d say that the Latin form is more used, for example in detective stories

Do ut des - Do perché tu mi dia: I give to you so that you give to me. The Italian translation is generally never used.

Dura lex sed lex - Dura è la legge, ma è la legge: The law is hard/strict, but it’s the law

Horror vacui - Orrore del vuoto: the horror of the void. Not widely used, but commonly known

In medias res - Nel mezzo delle cose: in the middle of things, used to talk about books that start in the middle of the story

In medio stat virtus - La virtù sta in mezzo (a due cose): virtue stands in between (two things), an invitation to moderation

In vino veritas - Nel vino la verità: in the wine, there is truth. Funny answer recently added: “in vino veritas e in scarpe adidas” (in vino veritas and in shoes adidas)

Labor limae - Lavoro di lima: smoothing out the details (lit. work of file), Horace. Both forms are known

Lapsus linguae - Un errore della lingua: a mistake of the language/tongue. Generally used only in the form of “lapsus”, word that has entered the Italian dictionary

Non plus ultra: ultimate/top object. The phrase has entered the Italian vocabulary as it is.

Pecunia non olet - Il denaro non puzza: money doesn’t stink. Generally, the Latin form is used

Sic semper tyrannis - Così sempre ai tiranni: lit. as always to the tyrants, the phrase usually attributed to Brutus after stabbing Ceasar.

Sic transit gloria mundi - Così passa la gloria del mondo: this way passes the glory of the world.

Tu quoque Brute, fili mi - Anche Tu Bruto, Figlio mio: Et tu Brute. In the English-speaking world, “Et tu Brute” is more used because it was used by Shakespeare in Julius Caesar. In Italy, on the other hand, we use “Tu quoque(..)”

Vox populi vox dei - Voce del popolo, voce di Dio: voice of the people, voice of God. Usually used only as “vox populi”