I belonged to the same Grange as Mrs Roosevelt in NY and also worked
at the Grocery Store where she shopped. She was a wonderful person. She
drove her own car, had no security around her and was embarased when the
Store Manager went with her as she shopped and helped her take things off
the shelfs. There was a "no tipping" policy at the store and when we carried
her bags to the car she would slip a dime or quarter on the seat as we loaded
the bags in her. She lived in the Val Kill Cottage a short miles away and you
can now tour it. It's too bad not all First Ladies are like her. At one time my
father was an officer at the Air Force Convlesant center in Pawling, NY. I was in the rec room and pounging away at the piano. She was visiting the base that
day, came in the Rec Room and saw me playing the piano. She sat down and played "Chop Sticks" with me and laughed. What a wonderful person.
