The Waterbury Democrat., 1946-04-12
By HERMAN SMITH United Press Staff Correspondent

United Press Staff COrrespOndent)
 Hyde Park. N. Y, April 12-(UP) Leaders of the nation join the country folk of Duchess County to- day in tribute to the memory of Franklin D. Roosevelt.
 One year ago today, at 4;35 p. m. (ESSTR "the boss" died in a little white cottage at Warm Springs, Ga, where he had gone in an effort to throw off a haunting weariness.
 This afternoon, on the porch Of his graceful old home high on the banks of the Hudson, the politically magical name of Roosevelt will be hailed by President Truman.
 Listening will be the old and new guards of the Democratic party the new leaders who came into of- flee with Mir. Truman, and the old timers who made up the varsity Of the New Deal
 And listening, too, will be a worldwide radio audience, the radio hook-up today is one of the most elaborate in broadcasting history. 1lC CCACLLAOAAACo WlAA DC SSAAV uASNAAS' the world in 26 languages.
 The formalities today consist of turning over the late Presidents home to the government The sprawling, stucco and fieldstone house where he lived as boy now becomes the property of the h. terior Department
 Now National Site
 It will be 8 national historic site, open to the public for 50 cents a person. The price of admission in- cludes a visit to the Franklin D. Roosevelt Library.
 MT. Roosevelt knew he was his tory-maker. He reasoned that after his death, people would want to look at his home, just as they 90 in daily hundreds to George Washing tons Mount Vernon home on the Potomac River. Before the Presi- dent died, he made arrangements for his house and library to become Federal property open to the public.
 It was hard here in his beloved Hudson Valley today, to realize that FOR" was dead, to those of us who had come here so often with him. The house looked as if he had just been rolled out in his wheel chair. It looked as though he was coming back.
 On a table by his big chair in the library of the house, there were decks of cards, bingo game and a jigsaw puzzle, a pert beanie with a jaunty red feather-probably be- longing to one of the grandchildren hung on the hatrack.
 His nome desk" by the broad window looking out through the elm trees to the Albany Post road was cluttered with gimcracks, as wele all his desks. The big silver ash tray needed only a crushed ciga- rette in it to complete the picture.
 Tn his small bedroom upstairs, where he loved to sit and look at the Hudson, the strong mahogany bed was covered by a freshly laun- dered tufted bedspread. His slippers rested casually at the side of his couch and a thrown-back quilt gave the impression he might be coming in any minute for nap.
 The entire house. every room, bore the stamp of his personality. Everything is monagramed FDR. Pictures of him at various stages of his life run into the hundreds, ranging from a huge portrait in the living room to tiny snapshots of him boating on the Hudson with his children.
 Stuck into the mirror of his dres- ser in an unframed. warping photo- graph of Elliott. James and Anna when they were tousel-headed kids.
 This was the house where Sarah and James Roosevelt reared their family. This was the house which to their son. Franklin. was a be- loved home base, refuge from the hammering pressure of the presi- dency. a place where kings and queens and red-necked tenant far- mers were entertained.
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