Besides too much driving, today was a Presidential Finale. We ended our trip with a detour to see the houses of some Ohio Presidents. We arrived at Rutgers B. Hayes’ house when it opened—an hour before the first tour. So we had time to explore the museum first.
Spiegel Grove was build by Rutherford B. Hayes’ uncle, Sardis Birchard. Spiegel means ‘mirror’ in German. After heavy rains, puddles would form on the property that looked like mirrors, hence Birchard naming it Speigel Grove. He had no children and Hayes’ father died of Typhus before he was born, so Birchard was like a father to Hayes.
Hayes fought in the Civil War. His wife worked as a nurse on the battlefields. She was the first First Lady to have a college degree. The couple had eight children, only one of whom was a girl, and three children died very young.
Hayes ran for President in 1876, and his was the first seriously contested election. When the polls closed on election night, Tilden had won the popular vote. However, to win, he needed 185 electoral votes and he only had 184. Election results in Florida, Louisiana, and South Carolina were in dispute. But more egregious problems had occurred. As the Republican party feared, the South did not play fair. African-Americans were prevented from voting, in some areas there were more votes than voters, and Hayes had been left off the ballot in some towns. It took practically until inauguration day to declare Hayes the winner.
Hayes was the first president in the White House to have a phone. HIs first call was with Alexander Graham Bell. He was also the first to have the Easter Egg Roll at the White House.
The Hayes second son, Webb, joined the military after his father left office. He loved collecting things, especially weapons, and he collected them all over the world. He brought weapons home from the Boxer Rebellion in China and the Philippine Insurrection. Many of the weapons were on display in the museum. Would you like to guess what G3’s favorite part was? Hayes also was a collector and an avid reader. When he died, he had over 10,000 books. (Kerry you would have loved his library as much as I did.)
Also in the museum was a replica of the Resolute Desk. It was the desk that Queen Victoria gave to President Hayes. The original was made from the timbers of the H.M.S. Resolute and it is in the Oval office. Most of the presidents who took office after Hayes have used it. It played a key role in the movie National Treasure, which G3 was obsessed with when he was little. If we had never seen the movie, the Resolute Desk would have meant nothing to either of us.
From Fremont we drove two hours to Mentor to see James A. Garfield’s house. I knew very little about Garfield. He’s one of the forgotten presidents. No one ever mentions him, not even the school textbooks, probably because he was shot four months into his term and died two months later from his wounds. He ran in 1880 and followed Hayes as president. He only lived in the house we saw for four years before moving to Washington, and it was much smaller when he last saw it. His wife made major renovations after he died.
Garfield and his wife had seven children. Like the Hayes, they only had one girl. The eldest son and the youngest died very young. Garfield fought in the Civil War and was given the rank Major General after fighting heroically at the Battle of Chickamauga. That stood out for G3 since we went to that battlefield last summer after he had read the short story by Ambrose Bierce. Garfield was still serving in the Army when he was elected to Congress. He hesitated to resign so that he could be seated in Congress. Before doing so, he sought Lincoln’s advice. Lincoln told him he would be more useful to him in Washington. In Congress, he was able to give advice regarding the war based on his experience.
He ran a front porch campaign. In the summer and fall of 1880, 17,000 people came to his house to listen to him give speeches from his from porch. HIs mother—who lived with him—was the first president’s mother to see her son inaugurated. And his first act as president was to kiss his mother. I can’t imagine that made his wife too happy. The last letter he ever wrote was to his mother. After Garfield died, his wife continued to take care of her.
On July 2, 1881, Charles Guiteau shot Garfield. After giving a couple of speeches during the campaign in favor of Garfield, he thought he was entitled to a job. This was, after all, the hight of the patronage system. Garfield, who wanted to reform government and give jobs to those who deserved them, refused to see Guiteau. Angry, Guiteau bought gun that would look good in a museum and practiced using it. While he got off two shots—one in the arm and another that broke a rib and lodged in his abdomen—neither were initially deadly. For two and half months Garfield suffered as an infection took root and slowly got worse. While he was bedridden, he wanted to escape the heat of Washington. He always loved the sea and wanted to be near the cool ocean air. Eventually, the doctors agreed that he could be moved to Long Branch, NJ. And that is where he died on September 19. Today, doctors would have easily been able to treat his wounds and he probably would not have died. According to the guide, Regan’s injuries were worse.
I had wanted to get G3 to McKinley’s house in time for a tour, but I was also very much overdue—mile wise—for an oil change. Sadly, by the time my oil change was done, we couldn’t get to McKinley’s house for a tour, but even if I hadn’t gotten the oil change, I probably wouldn’t have gotten there early enough anyway. However, I still took G3 to the house—it’s only a replica anyway—and we peered inside the window. G3 said that was enough for him to count the house as having been visited. That means he has now seen 32 Presidents’ houses. He only has thirteen more to go. I had no idea that when I first took him to Grover Cleveland’s house—oh so many years ago—that I was embarking on such an incredible journey. But it’s been fun—and educational. Hopefully, I can get G3 to the remaining thirteen in the next few years.
And while we’re talking numbers, after this trip he has been to 41 states. Only nine more to go.
The drive home felt eternal. Pennsylvania, at night, in the dark, is endless, especially with so many trucks on the road. But I told Kati I’d be home Wednesday night and I walked in the door at 11:40. We were on the road for 19 days. We hit five states and I drove 5,181 miles. It’s now time for bed.