Theodore Roosevelt Autobiography by Theodore Roosevelt - The Original Classic Edition Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition. This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you. Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside: I never saw Roswell until I was President, but my mother told me so much about the place that when I did see it I felt as if ...
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Theodore Roosevelt Autobiography by Theodore Roosevelt - The Original Classic Edition Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition. This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you. Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside: I never saw Roswell until I was President, but my mother told me so much about the place that when I did see it I felt as if I already knew every nook and corner of it, and as if it were haunted by the ghosts of all the men and women who had lived there. ...In the evening we hung up our stockings-or rather the biggest stockings we could borrow from the grown-ups-and before dawn we trooped in to open them while sitting on fathers and mothers bed; and the bigger presents were arranged, those for each child on its own table, in the drawing-room, the doors to which were thrown open after breakfast. ...Towards the close of the Civil War, although a very small boy, I grew to have a partial but alert understanding of the fact that the family were not one in their views about that conflict, my father being a strong Lincoln Republican; and once, when I felt that I had been wronged by maternal discipline during the day, I attempted a partial vengeance by praying with loud fervor for the success of the Union arms, when we all came to say our prayers before my mother in the evening. ...My uncle was one of the best men I have ever known, and when I have sometimes been tempted to wonder how good people can believe of me the unjust and impossible things they do believe, I have consoled myself by thinking of Uncle Jimmy Bullochs perfectly sincere conviction that Gladstone was a man of quite exceptional and nameless infamy in both public and private life. ...My own children loved them dearly, and their mother and I loved them almost equally; the delightfully light-hearted Man from New Mexico who Lost his Grandmother out in the Snow, the adventures of The Owl, the Eel, and the Warming-Pan, and the extraordinary genealogy of the kangaroo whose father was a whale with a feather in his tail who lived in the Greenland sea, while his mother was a shark who kept very dark in the Gulf of Caribee.
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