{"id":28678,"date":"2015-02-13T07:23:10","date_gmt":"2015-02-13T15:23:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/carlanthonyonline.com\/?p=28678"},"modified":"2015-02-13T16:17:38","modified_gmt":"2015-02-14T00:17:38","slug":"remembering-ellen-mcdougall-a-friend-indeed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/carlanthonyonline.com\/2015\/02\/13\/remembering-ellen-mcdougall-a-friend-indeed\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembering Ellen McDougall, A Friend Indeed"},"content":{"rendered":"Enervating, educating, entertaining Ellen, during a brisk Palm Sunday, 1996, Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia. She didn’t need to wait for the movie. She didn’t even need to first read about it in the book. Ellen McDougall during a Hudson River Valley trip, 1995. Long years before the general public was to learn of the clandestine romance between President Franklin D. Roosevelt and his distant cousin Daisy Suckley, my magnificent friend Ellen McDougall figured something was up with the ancient matron. Miss Suckley had been first encountered by Miss McDougall in the 1980s during one of her many long weekends spent reveling in our familiar\u00a0Hudson River Valley, the place she and I both loved. Daisy Suckley. “She was polite, very old New York. We talked for a long time about FDR until she finally couldn’t help herself from mentioning they were cousins,” Ellen recalled. “I didn’t argue as if I thought she was lying but maybe I seemed skeptical. Then she said, ‘Oh yes, we were very, very close. We wrote each other so many letters.'” Ellen asked what the President had revealed in the letters. Daisy clammed up, making only vague reference to the private content. Ellen asked if she still had the letters. Daisy mumbled something vague and discretionary. But Ellen could long recall looking right into Daisy. “It was so obvious she still loved him. Her eyes kind of opened wide. You just knew something was up. And then we talked about Scottie dogs. She loved Scotties and said FDR did too. My father loved Scotties.\u00a0But I’d never have told him I met the woman who screwed Roosevelt. I don’t know. Maybe.” Donning her “Jane Jetson” dress, Ellen in the cavernous Victorian mansion. Those are the type of tales and unique observations that those who knew and loved Miss McDougall will never hear again. They have come to an end. Regular readers of stories here may note the rarity of highly personal ones, a fact premised on the premise that, even in the most factual of narratives in the fairest of telling, a writer’s perspective can be reflected. Ellen wasn’t fond of Los Angeles, but she came often to visit. But now, the most personal of experiences has affected this public platform. One primary criteria of this website has been whether the story under consideration is either untold in its entirety or unfolds from a previously ignored viewpoint. Continue reading →<\/a>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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