#US First Lady Dolley Madison

[thepastisalreadywritten]

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Dolley Todd Madison (née Payne; May 20, 1768 – July 12, 1849) was the wife of James Madison, the fourth president of the United States from 1809 to 1817.

She was noted for holding Washington social functions in which she invited members of both political parties, essentially spearheading the concept of bipartisan cooperation.

Previously, founders such as Thomas Jefferson would only meet with members of one party at a time, and politics could often be a violent affair resulting in physical altercations and even duels.

Madison helped to create the idea that members of each party could amicably socialize, network, and negotiate with each other without violence.

By innovating political institutions as the wife of James Madison, Dolley Madison did much to define the role of the President's spouse, known only much later by the title First Lady — a function she had sometimes performed earlier for the widowed Thomas Jefferson.

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James Madison (March 16, 1751 – June 28, 1836) was an American statesman, diplomat, and Founding Father who served as the fourth president of the United States from 1809 to 1817.

Madison was popularly acclaimed the "Father of the Constitution" for his pivotal role in drafting and promoting the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights.

[generic-lab-assistant]

First ladies with their dolls :3

[digitalyarbs]

An enhanced and realistic rendition of the reconstructed life mask of Dolley Madison, cast by J.I. Browere in 1825, emerges as a testament to its singular significance as Browere's sole portrayal of a woman. At the time of its creation, Dolley Madison, aged 53, graciously lent her visage to this remarkable art form. James Madison stated of his and Dolley's life mask, "Per request of Mr. Browere, busts of myself and of my wife, regarded as exact likenesses, have been executed by him in plaister, being casts made from the moulds formed on our persons, of which this certificate is given under my hand at Montpelier, 19, October, 1825."

[pranklinfierce]

you're having a party, which presidents are you inviting?

Good question, very fun. I'll invite all of the ones I like, and whichever ones I'd like to see in a party setting.

James Madison is chronologically the first that I would invite. I think it'd be funny to see him at a party. I think of "nearly gets trampled on the dance floor..." I, myself, will trample him unless he brings Dolley.

Jackson is invited and I hope he leaves cheese around the house in secret spots like he did at the end of his presidency.

Van Buren is invited unless @presidenttyler continues to insist that I have to marry him or he'll summon a deadly fog (please die, Mr. Tyler.)

I would invite William Henry Harrison, but tragically, as I'm sure we've all heard, he is no longer with us </3.

John Tyler is invited unless he tries to insist I marry Martin Van Buren lest a deadly fog be summoned. Also I swear to God he's not allowed to use my bathroom. I hope he and Jackson start fighting (no weapons allowed in my house) and I get to see their skinny bones fall out.

James K Polk is invited. I want him to bring his Lady Presidentress as well. Double invited if he is the presidentress.

Zachary Taylor is invited. His daughter can come too. His daughter's husband cannot come. His daughter's husband's dog, Bonin, can come. The murderer who shares a name with Zachary Taylor's daughter's husband's dog cannot come.

Millard Fillmore is invited. He can bring the whole boiler room with him. It wouldn't be a party without him.

Franklin Pierce is invited, of course. As an old @/deadpresidents posts that I can longer find clarifies, he would indeed be a welcome party guest, even if people on Reddit don't seem to think so (I have beef with 90% of reddit tier lists, save for any of them made by @starlight-tequila.) As I've come to understand, there're no less than 4 fictional interpretations of Pierce where he's being haunted. I request he keeps the haunting at home; I don't want the watchmojo demmons to mess up the vibe.

James Buchanan is invited. I want to see him in his worst outfit, behaving as he did at Dickinson before his expulsion. He needs to bring Harriet too. WRK too, unless I decide that he's also dead.

Andrew Johnson can come because I once saw an image of him smiling.

Ulysses Grant can come. He may play with the non dog animals (unfortunately, they're all just different Martin Van Buren government assigned rodentsonas in a pen.)

As can Hayes. Hayes can bring his wife, Lucy. She actually allowed drinking in the White House on special occasions, so she would not be a party pooper.

Garfield may come, but only as Lucretia's plus one. It's what he deserves. Since Guiteau did so much for Garfield's election (and was basically the president, let's be real, guys) he can come as an honorary president. So can David Rice Atchison, even though that story is complete bs. Dr. Doctor Bliss will be shot on sight by Boston Corbett.

Arthur is invited, but Julia Sand needs to pre-approve everything that he does. Conkling may come as a plus one, but he will go in the pen with the Martin Van Buren government assigned rodentsonas (it's okay, that's where Grant is anyway.)

On no other day would I ever allow Benjamin Harrison and his shortness within my sight, but I just found a song about him and it's stuck in my head, so I think it's only right that he attends 1 single time before my kind feelings toward him dry out.

McKinley is invited. He must sing to me.

Wilson is invited. But I will lock him in a room like a creature. You-know-who gets the key. The second female president, Edith Wilson, may attend.

Warren Harding gets to come. Gaston Means may, as well. Also Calvin Coolidge and Herbert Hoover. That's about it. If Nixon were to show up I wouldn't turn him away.

I'd like the party to end by sending an anonymous tip to Carrie A. Nation, telling her there is alcohol. She can come in, destroy everything, and all's well because if everything is destroyed, there's nothing to clean. She and Guiteau can ride into the sunset, combining to be a person of a normal height. I hope they invite me to the wedding.

[geeknik]

31 Days of Halloween: Day 2, The White House, Washington D.C.

Continuing our journey through 31 days of Halloween, we move from the historic Salem Witch Trial Memorial to a location steeped in its own eerie tales and ghostly legends - The White House in Washington, D.C. Known as the official residence and workplace of the President of the United States, the White House holds a mysterious allure, with stories of paranormal activity that have captured the imaginations of believers and skeptics alike.

Historical Background

Constructed in 1792, the White House has witnessed momentous events in American history and has become a symbol of the nation's power and leadership. However, alongside its historical significance, the White House harbors a wealth of ghostly folklore that has been passed down through generations.

Ghostly Legends

One of the most famous ghostly legends associated with the White House is the presence of Abraham Lincoln's ghost. Numerous witnesses, including presidents, first ladies, and staff members, have reported seeing Lincoln's apparition. Lincoln's ghost is often described as a tall figure in a top hat and frock coat, quietly wandering the halls, especially in times of turmoil or national crisis.

Another ghostly presence is attributed to President Andrew Jackson. Witnesses claim to have heard his distinct laughter echoing through the corridors, and some have even reported the sensation of being pushed or brushed by an unseen force, believed to be Jackson's mischievous spirit.

Additionally, the ghost of Dolley Madison, wife of President James Madison, is said to have been spotted in the Rose Garden, where she once frequented during her time as First Lady. Her presence is often associated with the scent of lilacs, her favorite flower.

The Experience

Visiting the White House during Halloween allows one to embrace the ghostly atmosphere and delve into the intriguing history and legends that surround this iconic structure. As you explore the grand rooms and corridors, it's impossible not to feel a sense of awe and anticipation, wondering if you might catch a glimpse of one of these otherworldly inhabitants.

While public tours of the White House do not typically include stories of its haunted reputation, there is an air of mystery that hangs in the air, adding to the overall allure. Some visitors claim to sense a certain energy or feel a chill as they pass through certain chambers or staircases, making for a spine-tingling experience.

Conclusion

The White House, with its rich history and tales of ghostly encounters, adds an intriguing layer to our 31 days of Halloween. As we explore the supernatural legends tied to this iconic residence, we are reminded of the countless stories that have been woven into the fabric of our nation's capital.

Whether you believe in the paranormal or not, the ghostly tales associated with the White House spark curiosity and encourage us to reflect on the past. As we delve further into our month-long journey, let us embrace the Halloween spirit and continue to uncover the mysteries that lie within these haunted locations.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 5.20

Beer Birthdays

John Adam Lemp (1798)

Louis de Luze Simonds (1852)

Eduard Buchner (1860)

Louis Hemrich (1872)

Lord "Benjie" Iveagh (1937)

Judy Ashworth (1942)

Oliver Hughes (1959)

David Walker (1964)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Emile Berliner; inventor of flat phonograph record (1851)

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole; Hawaiian singer (1959)

John Stuart Mill; English philosopher (1806)

Timothy Olyphant; actor (1968)

James Stewart; actor (1908)

Famous Birthdays

Danny Aiello; actor (1933)

Emile Berliner; German/US inventor (1851)

Cher; pop singer, writer (1946)

Joe Cocker; rock singer (1944)

Christopher Columbus; explorer (1451)

Mindy Cohn; actor (1966)

William Congreve; English inventor (1772)

Francis Cotes; English artist (1726)

Henri-Edmond Cross; French artist (1856)

Moshe Dayan; Israeli general (1915)

Honore de Balzac; French writer (1799)

Aleksandr Deyneka; Russian artist (1899)

Alfred Domett; English/NZ poet (1811)

Patrick Ewing Jr.; basketball player (1984)

William Fargo; banker (1818)

Gardner Fox; author (1911)

George Gobel; comedian (1919)

Tony Goldwyn; actor (1960)

John M. Harlan; US Supreme Court justice (1899)

William Hewlett; H-P Founder (1913)

Nick Heywood; UK pop singer, guitarist (1961)

Guy Hoffman; rock musician (1954)

Levinus Lemnius; Dutch writer (1505)

Shorty Long; musician (1940)

Dolley Madison; first lady of James Madison (1768)

Hector Malot; French author (1830)

Hans Meerwein; German chemist (1879)

R.J. Mitchell; English engineer (1895)

Bobby Murcer; baseball player (1946)

Sumitranandan Pant; Indian poet (1900)

Bronson Pinchot; actor (1959)

Busta Rhymes; rapper (1972)

Michele Roberts; UK author (1949)

Louis Smith; jazz trumpeter (1931)

Tony Stewart; automobile racer (1971)

Jewel Styles; pornstar (1988)

Dave Thomas; Canadian comedian, actor (1949)

William Thornton; architect (1759)

David Wells; baseball player (1963)

Jane Wiedlin; pop singer (1958)

Anthony Zerbe; actor (1936)

[lightdancer1]

As an example of the woman of the elite, Abigail Adams is the most obvious choice:

She was one of the first powerful women of influence in the fledgling United States to use that power and influence to advocate for women as a whole. In doing so she set the template for a reality that made the United States unique, and due to the abysmal standards in the rest of the world for a very long time the world leader. Specifically advocating not just education but higher education for women. She pushed and prodded for it and it was among her legacies that stood out the most in shaping the particularly truly unique aspects of US culture, until the 20th Century.

She was also unique among the wives of the Founders in being actively and proudly politically active and using her skills to do so, where Martha Washington and Martha Jefferson were very much sidelined and only Dolley Madison, who will be covered in the 19th Century, matched her for being an unusually effective First Lady.

In the ways that counted she was the one who set a template later embodied by women like Eleanor Roosevelt.

[artstamps]

US First Ladies. Abigail Adams (1797-1801) and Dolley Madison (1809-1817). Printed in Gambia in 2007.

[moosoobi]

Battle Royale

(1) Fresh bread, French Prince

G.Lafayette : Hamilton the musical

Sometimes when you work on a project, there are moments when you need to take a break and work on something else. That’s really the case with In The Night, I have all these ideas but sometimes I feel confined to ITN (I literally have not started Chapter 3 when this is posted). And thus this fic was born. I hope you enjoy! 

Y/N and Lafayette’s POV 

Bridgerton inspired AU (watching the Bridgerton series would probably help in understanding ideas of ‘courting’ and finding a suitors) 

Odd social structure (dukes are essentially owners of land which was popularized in London, Washington is considered a president, and Lafayette is now a prince!) 

not my cover image ���

Word count: 4k

Literally the biggest thanks to @deja-you for proofreading and some great feedback, ILY 🧎‍♀️

—-the Washington residence

The dreamy clouds would stream across the sky as Y/N began to read the newest article from Thomas Paine, the most notorious writer known for acknowledging every piece of gossip and whispers among the noble colonists. 

The pamphlet felt newly written, as few spots of the odd-smelling ink would smudge. Though Y/N was not awake, a young boy delivered this meticulous pamphlet to the Washington residence before dawn. 

As the daughter of the president, being the center of noble gossip was nothing new to her, in fact, gossip was never the center of her attention either. But something about this pamphlet in particular would surely catch her eye. 

She began to read:

‘The scene for this courting season is looking quite interesting. Now that these young ladies are finally of age, they will indeed add competition to the scene.’

Ah yes, the annual  courting season. A time for women and men to make their move and commence into the adult world. While many aren’t satisfied with their partners, reputation seems to grow higher than feelings. 

‘Many pertinent names are included in this season, and I’m honored to document the presence of these people.’ 

‘The Schuylers: all three of the incredible General Schuyler’s daughters are finally entering the courting scene simultaneously. During the war, many soldier boys would fall head over heels to impress them, and many were unsuccessful. I’m ecstatic to observe the lucky men to take the hand of Angelica, Elizabeth, and Peggy Schuyler.’ 

‘The Payne’s: Miss Dolley Payne has finally been granted entrance into this courting season. Many theories and speculation suggest that her arrival to the scene at the same time as the other great names was not a coincidence.’ 

‘And finally, the most significant family joining us this season,’ 

Y/N sucked in a breath 

‘The Washington’s: His grace’s pride and joy, Y/N, will be the most imperative competition this season. The pressure of being the president’s daughter, as well as the stigma of conceiving an heir, follow her wherever she resides. Nonetheless, Y/N Washington is an extraordinary star among the courting scene, and it would indeed be foolish to throw away your shot.’ 

‘It’s just common sense.’ 

‘-Thomas Paine’ 

It would take Y/N a couple moments before her squeals of excitement could be heard across the residence 

Shortly after, the rumbles of Y/N racing down the stairs would cause her parents, George and Martha, to take suspicious glances at each other. Y/N finally reached the dinner table where her parents were finishing up their morning tea. 

“What’s got you going so early, dear? I usually have to pull you out of bed around this time,” Martha questioned 

“Sir Payne wrote about me in the paper! My entrance to the courting scene seems to be the most glittering cluster of ink in this pamphlet” She squealed 

Y/N excitedly, yet also harshly, slid the pamphlet over to her parents, moments later they would observe her words to be true 

“That’s great, dear” Her father, George, looked up from the paper with a smile. “I know you’ll represent the Washington Family name well, although it’s a shame you’ll have to lose it when you get married” he sighed 

“Oh lighten up George, Y/N will be the talk of the town, I’m sure she’ll attract some worthy gentleman” 

“Damn right he better be worthy.” His eyes transferred from Martha to Y/N 

“Remember Y/N, very few are prepared to handle a Washington, you can even ask your mother.” 

Y/N couldn’t hold in a giggle as Martha rolled her eyes. Both Y/N and George watched as Martha arose to place her porcelain dishes in the sink

“Well I must be soo blessed to have to take care of two of them.” 

George turned back to Y/N and slid her a letter across the table, keeping another letter in his opposite hand, which was still unopened

 “May I ask what this is?” She held up the letter. Even the feeling of the paper could tell Y/N that it came from the colonial gentry. The scent faintly reminded Y/N of champagne and flowers, and the seal was a sparkling coral-pink shade. The letter appeared to be already opened 

“The Schuyler’s are inviting you to a small tea get-together, whatever you kids call it.” 

Y/N opened the envelope, searching for the details. How exciting was this, to be among the best of the best, especially in the greatest city in the world. Before she could reply, George began to speak again

“I’ve already requested for two escorts to accompany you on your way to the Schuyler residence.” Y/N turned to him in confusion 

“Huh?” She questioned “escorts?”

“Now that you’re officially in this courting season, your safety could be potentially in danger. I’m just trying to make you comfortable” He retorted 

“Father, I’m sure I’m capable of walking on my own. I mean, the Schuyler residence isn’t even that far and-”

Y/N was interrupted by multiple knocks on her door. She shot a ‘this isn’t over’ glare to her father before wandering over to her front door. She opened the door and found a surprise

The Duke of Monticello and the Duke of Manhattan, my father’s two trusted secretaries. Dropping the formalities, Y/N addressed them by their first name 

“Thomas? Alexander? Don’t tell me..” she turned back to her father. Jefferson and Hamilton stood at the doorway, both with flowers and nervous in the presence of Washington 

“Father, I’m starting to question whether you worry for my safety, or worry for your pickiness of my suitor.” Thomas and Alex attempted to hold in their laughs as if their lives depended on it 

“Of course I do!” He held a hand to his chest as if he was hurt “although I do owe them a favor-” a smirk spread across Thomas’s and Alexander’s face, yet was quickly faded as Washington addressed them 

“But no funny business with my daughter. If I hear of any shenanigans from either one of you, you both have serious consequences.” Y/N turned back to the dukes, both of them appearing drained of color. 

“Let me get dolled up and we can be on our way” Y/N swiftly ran upstairs, leaving Thomas and Alexander alone in the presence of their boss. Those poor, poor, boys

Five minutes later, Y/N glided down the stairs in her fancier skirt. Her corset gave her an amazing shape, and her hair made her appear to be a celestial being. She caught the dukes’ eyes lingering on her for a little too long. Luckily, Washington wasn’t around. “Let’s keep our focus on what’s really matters, guys” she laughed 

“R-right...” they said in unison, both turning away and pretending to be interested in the furniture in the house. Y/N had never seen the two secretaries so calm around each other, it made her realize the power the Washington’s have in the colonies. A simple order from a Washington could probably end wars, especially if it’s capable of making Jefferson and Hamilton contain their pride 

“Your graces?” She held out her hands, signifying that she was ready to depart. The dukes held out their forearm and elbows for her to take. Y/N intertwined her arms into theirs, and they headed for the Schuyler residence.

A few minutes down the path and Alexander Hamilton decided to break the silence 

“I still can’t believe you’re entering this season, Y/N. I mean, I still remember running around those horrid military camps all those years ago” he chuckled. It’s true, it’s been all these years since the war and so much has changed 

“I like to believe I’ve grown into a wonderful, young woman, don’t you think?” I batted my eyelashes towards both of them 

“Of course darlin’” Jefferson cut in “but just because we’re your honorable colleagues doesn’t mean Hamilton and I won’t be lining up for your hand” 

“Don’t be so sure. I heard this season has a few aggressive competitors on both sides. The Schuylers, the Paynes, even the Madisons! I might have to step up my game. In the meantime, both of you have to keep an open mind.” 

Thomas and Hamilton stared at each other, surprised by her response. 

“And If I find out that both of you placed bets on which one of you will earn my hand, I’ll be reminding my father to collect both of your heads.” 

Their heads hung in defeat “alright, alright darlin’ I think I kind of like my head attached to my body. No need to get violent.” 

“Plus I don’t think any of you can truly handle a Washington.” Y/N giggled, her arms still intertwined with theirs

“If Jefferson and I don’t scare away the competition, I’m sure your father will” Alexander chuckled, Thomas visibly reacted to the joke as well 

“Oh come on, the two most popular dukes of the colonies have nothing on a suitor that is truly worthy of me” she scoffed 

“And where would you find such a worthy contestant? Someone better than a duke?” The three stopped in front of the Schuyler residence 

“Don’t kill my hopes, a Washington has her ways” Y/N removed her arms from Thomas’s and Alexander’s, heading for the front door. As soon as she was greeted by General Schuyler herself, she waved goodbye to the clashing dukes 

“She’s so mine, Hamilton.” Thomas stated 

“I’m sure you should be worried about your tomcat nature, Jefferson, don’t get too ahead of yourself” Alex retorted

Jefferson audibly scoffed before wandering with him into the city 

—-France

3 weeks prior to Y/N reading that exciting pamphlet, Marquis de Lafay-- Now Prince Lafayette sat around a table of French nobles and officials. It felt like ages since he’s been in the colonies, and it has only been a few years ever since the French Revolution had ended. Yet instead of abolishing the monarchy system in France as Lafayette promised to the colonies, he and a few other nobles replaced the previous royal family. 

Lafayette was later titled as a Prince, as were other leading men of France, but he urged to continue being addressed as the ‘Hero of two worlds’. 

But with a new era upon the people of France, came the countless government meetings and conflicts that he had to resolve. 

“Your Majesty? Are you even paying attention?” Secretary Robespierre whispered over his shoulder, causing him to visibly straighten himself out. 

“O-Oui. Why wouldn’t I be?” Lafayette laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. Robespierre rolled his eyes before whispering again. 

“This is our last meeting of the day. With all due respect sir, can you get yourself together?” 

“Okay, Okay.” Lafayette sighed with boredom 

He missed the colonies dearly, sometimes he wished he never left at all, but seeing his country yearn for a revolution compelled him to sail across the Atlantic once again. He often daydreamed of his riskier lifestyle with his closest friends and soldiers, as well as the feeling of awe while serving directly under General Washington. Never in his life did Lafayette think he would miss the adrenaline rush of stealing cannons and leading fully arm battalions. 

His teenage memories of fooling around in those military camps, wandering the streets of New York City severely intoxicated, and the best memories of all, the memories of escorting the General’s daughter, Y/N Washington, to buy bread and pastries for him and his fellow soldiers. 

Oh, what could she be doing now? 

If it weren’t for the revolution at hand, Lafayette would’ve surely bent a knee once she set foot onto the military camping grounds. Lafayette held such a high respect for Y/N when they first met, especially since she was the daughter of his most admired general. The women in France just couldn’t compare to her heavenly beauty, and her kindness was unbeatable. She was the greatest treasure that Lafayette had stumbled across during his time in the colonies. Although many noblewomen would attempt to take a bite of him, Lafayette stayed loyal to his non-existent promise to Y/N.

A quick quill-slam to the table, and he was quickly drawn back to his reality. Why should he worry about his previous General’s daughter anyway? Lafayette was now a Prince, he could have anything he wanted. But the moment he set foot in France after the American Revolution, he lost the most precious things he already had. He yearned for glory, but at what cost? The cost of abandoning his bonds in the colonies? 

He sighed, standing from the meeting table and wandering to his quarters. Secretary Robespierre followed closely behind him. Sensing an odd tension from Lafayette’s mood, Robespierre attempted to address his situation

“Do you need anything, your majesty?” Lafayette froze in his tracks, weighing his two options 

“Actually...” Lafayette turned to face him “Schedule me a ship to the colonies. The earliest one you can find.” 

Robespierre tilted his head in confusion, letting the last sentence sizzle in his head.

 “I’m sorry, what?” 

The prince in distress sighed with fatigue. “I’ve decided I’m heading to the colonies, tout suite.” Lafayette kept his gaze strong  

‘B-but sir, you have so much to take care of-” Robespierre was notably panicking at this moment. “-and the recent shortages-”

“Mon Ami, there are at least three other ‘crowned princes’ who are perfectly capable of maintaining this nation. One prince gone won’t hurt the economy”  Prince Lafayette stated firmly 

Robespierre debated for a moment before confirming his thoughts “Alright. I’ll notify you when the earliest ship can be sailed. But what shall you do about the gossip? Perhaps they will believe you are not responsible enough for this role.”  

“Let the people speak as they please. In the end, I’ll remind them who’s in charge.” Lafayette began towards his quarters once again, Robespierre stayed behind to script all of his thoughts. 

Finally in his study, Lafayette dipped his quill into the nearest container of ink and started to write. 

‘To the Great General Washington, It’s been ages since we’ve last written…’

Maybe Lafayette will be able to have a taste of his old life. 

---the Schuyler residence

Giggling echoed throughout the Schuyler residence as the 5 girls enjoyed their tea. 

“Have you gals read Payne’s newest pamphlet? We’re the talk of the town as of now” Angelica, the oldest Schuyler, smiled with satisfaction. Her luminous complexion complemented her coral pink gown. 

“I never expected our courting debut to be so..” Eliza searched for the right words “..turbulent among the talkers..” she took a sip of her tea 

“I’m still stunned by the feedback” Y/N laughed nervously “My father even requested his two most clashing secretaries to escort me here, they didn’t even argue once” she said in awe 

The top 5 girls of the season all sat in one room. Though they would eventually become each other's courting competition, they were great friends nonetheless. During the war, Y/N would stay in the Schuyler household while their fathers were out of town daydreaming of being free from the king, attending a few balls together, and watching soldier boys trip over themselves. After the war ended, Dolley Paine became a mutual connection through their high ranking families. The 5 got along way too quickly. 

Peggy held up the tea pot “another fill, ladies?” Y/N and Dolley nodded, both taking their turns to fill their cups. 

“Awee, look at you Peggy, you’ll make a perfect wife” Dolley teased. The rest of the girls laughed it off, yet Y/N didn’t feel at ease with that statement. 

“You don’t actually think we will all get married that quickly, do you?” Y/N looked around to see their confused expressions. “Guys?” 

“Well..” Angelica pondered for a moment “I believe that it’s ideal to marry on your first season” 

Peggy had to stop herself from spitting out her tea 

“That soon? But we’re so young, and-” Eliza interrupted

“And we’re ladies. Society expects us to do nothing more and nothing less with what we’re given” Angelica takes a content sip of her tea once again “I don’t make the rules around here.” 

The silence was awfully louder than the conversation. 

“Alright.” Dolley smiled “I guess we'll just have to make this next few weeks extra special, right?” 

Y/N took a deep breath “the best of the best.” She muttered

Peggy turned to her and nodded, and Eliza was quick to join. Y/N faked a smile at the girls, ‘I guess that’s just how it is’ is what she thought, and Angelica would raise her glass for a toast 

“A toast to the best courting season?” The 4 other girls raised their glass as well. 

Though many hours were filled with laughter and giggles, Y/N couldn’t help but imagine how much her life would change within the next few months. And just by entering this season, Y/N will give up her youth and give someone her hand to please someone. To please herself? To please the people? To please her parents? She had no clue 

She stared out the window, remembering those nights of staying at the Schuyler residence, watching those drunk soldiers stumble across the street. Many of them were her friends, friends she had met through her fathers rank. She smiled at the thought of the most memorable gentleman she had met while at those camps. 

‘The French Foreigner’ is what they used to call him, but only before he became comfortable in the colonies. ‘Marquis de Lafayette’ was his title, and Y/N always loved the sound of his name rolling off her tongue. 

“I don’t know what my father told you, but I’m sure I don’t need you to accompany me simply to buy bread” Y/N stood stubbornly 

Lafayette gently grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips 

“I just want you to be safe, mon ange, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt..”

 He kissed the back of her hand, maintaining eye contact. Y/N appeared as if she just experienced a revelation “..shall we be on our way, mademoiselle?” 

She took a moment to think, her head still in the clouds. Y/N slowly nodded “Alright.” The two intertwined arms and headed into the city 

Oh how she missed the old days. Y/N hated to admit it, but she truly believed she met the most exquisite gentlemen during the war. Whenever she’d stay at the camps with her father, a small group of soldiers would always keep her company. A tailor, an abolitionist, two immigrants, the camps were definitely a mixing pot. 

At that very moment, Y/N prayed she’d be able to find someone like the men at her fathers military camp during this courting season. 

Y/N jumped at the tapping on her shoulder

“Y/N? Don’t tell me you already have suitors lining up out there for you” Y/N shook her head and laughed 

“I just spaced out. That’s all.” She attempted to change the subject “What were we talking about?” She questioned 

Peggy interrupted “Next week's ball, the first ball of the season. Do we show up in our best, or do we build suspense until the last seasonal ball?” Peggy debated 

“Let’s take one ball at a time, shall we?” Eliza proposed her idea 

“Well for the first ball, I suggest….” All the girls gathered around Angelica to hear her plan

—-Lafayette’s quarters (France)

Prince Lafayette neatly folded his clothes as he was departing for the colonies within a few hours. He remembers the excitement he felt when he traveled to the colonies for the first time, having to dress like a pregnant woman in order to board the ship, but he still cringes at the imagery. 

He elegantly stuffed his belongings into his shoulder bag. He stood back to admire his rushed work, but he felt as if he was missing something. 

Lafayette looked around his quarters, his eyes became glued on his treasured gun, gifted to him by General Washington himself. The wooden hilt was stained with god knows what, but the gold trimmings were shining in the afternoon sunlight. 

He’d already have French soldiers accompanying him, he was a prince after all. Would he need such weaponry? 

“I do not see why not.” He muttered to himself before stuffing it into his bag with the rest of his belongings. Lafayette dusted off his fancy clothing and stood in triumph, well, before a woman cleared her throat behind him. 

Lady Adrienne stood at the doorway to his study, her emerald green skirts creased against the doorframe. Lafayette and Adrienne previously courted before he left for the colonies, which ended up being her last straw. Lady Adrienne attempted to stop him, since she was a loyalist to the monarchs of France, but Lafayette refused to listen. 

“que veux-tu? I'm busy at the moment.” Lafayette covered his bag with a nearby coat, crossing his arms. 

“I heard you’re going back to the colonies. What’s so special across the ocean that you can’t have here? You’re a prince for god sake” 

“It’s none of your concern, get out of-”

“Last time you left for the colonies- left me for the colonies- you just weren’t the same when you came back.” she was on the verge of yelling

Lafayette sighed, having already been through this conversation ever since he came back to France. 

“This is nonsense. I need to be alone as of now.” Lafayette turned away from her to continue packing his belongings. She had a hurt expression on her face; part of her mind refused to believe he wasn’t her suitor anymore. Ever since he left for the colonies. 

She slowly began to advance towards him. “That is no way to talk to your previous courting partner, Lafayette.” Her tone was strong yet unsure. 

“It’s Prince Lafayette to you, and there’s a reason why we’re not courting now..” He was notably irritated by her presence. 

Lady Adrienne wasn’t leaving his quarters until she was given an answer. 

“Was I not enough for you to stay in France…?” she rested a hand on his shoulders, Lafayette visibly cringed. “What’s in the colonies that you can’t have here?” 

Lafayette swiftly turned towards her, brushing her hand off of his shoulder in disgust. “I don’t have to answer to you—“ he attempted to retort

“—Don’t tell me you’re still mad that I had more faith in the monarchs of our country rather than you” 

Lady Adrienne rolled her eyes annoyingly, Lafayette blood had already begun boiling long ago. She started moving closer to Lafayette, attempting to trap him in his room, and forcing him to stay in France. Although this was her main plan, she wanted an answer, and she wanted it now. 

“Your own lover didn’t believe in you. Is that why you’re so upset? It’s quite the reaction for something so minuscule—” she scoffed. 

Lafayette snapped

“—as a matter of fact, you weren’t my lover. It’s not you, its...” 

Lafayette, clearly frustrated, struggled to hold up under his old friend’s gaze. She saw it in his eyes, the way they lightened when he thought about the colonies. 

She saw a similar light in them the day he returned from France. Perhaps it was the praise he obtained for the foreign war, or perhaps some treasures he discovered, or maybe someone.

“Lafayette... Did you find another partner in the colonies?” 

The panic was visible in his eyes, but there no was no reason to panic, he thought. 

Lafayette brushed up against lady Adrienne, his lips were millimeters from her ear. He began

“Our relationship ended from the moment I set foot on that ship, and I do not regret it one bit..” 

He stepped out of her reach and continued to pack away his belongings, Lady Adrienne was frozen with shock.

“My business in the colonies is my business only,” He stated strongly. “And you are free to believe whatever you want, it would benefit me in the least to care about what you think. Am I being clear?” 

Lady Adrienne could only stand in silence

“Security! I’d love for you to escort this maiden out of this quarters at once!”

He’d never forget the hatred in her eyes as she was humiliatingly taken away. Lafayette kept his mind on his current task: the colonies await his arrival. 

—to be continued—

[aswithasunbeam]

July 1812

“I feel indecent,” Eliza complained, frowning at her reflection in the mirror.

Alexander was on the other side of their bedroom, and he answered distantly in a manner that suggested he was only half listening as he finished dressing himself. “Your gloves are long. You’ll be more covered once you add them.”

“My arms aren’t what I’m concerned about,” she parried.

The new dress was cut in the latest fashion, a rich blue satin fabric with a high waist and capped sleeves designed to fit in amongst the finery of Mrs. Madison’s Wednesday night drawing room at the Executive Mansion. Mrs. Madison had apparently done away with the traditional kerchief that hid ladies’ collarbones, shoulders, and cleavage. Combined with the high waist, the overall result was to put each woman’s breasts on ample display, it seemed to Eliza.

“You look ravishing.” He still wasn’t looking at her.

“Look at this,” she said, turning for him to see and gesturing to her bosom. “It’s not right. I’m a grandmother.”

He finished affixing the diamond studded medal from the Society of the Cincinnati to his chest, the same that Martha Washington had sent him after the General’s death, and finally looked up at her. A lascivious smile slowly crept up at the corners of his mouth. “Well, I don’t see a thing wrong.”

“That look in your eyes says you see exactly what’s wrong. How can I go out like this, at my age?”

“You’re the most attractive grandmother I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

She blushed a little, feeling a combination of flattered and ridiculous as she shook her head at him. He looked dashing as ever in his crisp General’s uniform, of course, his gold braid and brass buttons gleaming. Even with his gray hair and deep-set laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, he was as handsome as the day they’d met.

Moving to the bureau, she pulled on her long white gloves and affixed the bracelet she’d selected for the occasion over her wrist. The last touch was the tall feathered headpiece, a familiar fashion that had been all the rage in her younger days.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his eyes raking over her figure appreciatively.

“Thank you,” she sighed, even as she tugged the dress up again, still uncomfortable. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Resignation overwrote the flirtation in his expression. She clasped at the handles of his chair, one hand reaching out to rub his shoulder consolingly, and pushed him out into the front room of their Washington boarding house. After Robert assisted Alexander into the coach, they set off the short distance to the Executive Mansion.

The entryway was crowded with people, so many Eliza didn’t quite understand how they’d all fit inside. The nickname “Wednesday Night Squeeze” made sudden sense. Pushing Alexander inside, she felt like she’d stepped through a wall of heat.

A dazzling spectacle of light and noise greeted them. Music floated through the rooms. People were talking and laughing in tight circles in the bright lamplight, touches neoclassical furnishings and fine fabrics far as the eye could see. Men in fine suits and military uniforms mingled amongst ladies in dresses of every color, jewels sparkling on their headdresses and turbans.

In the center of the spectacle stood James and Dolley Madison; James in his customary black, a tight expression on his bloodless face that was reminiscent of someone undergoing light torture, and Dolley in a rose pink gown with cheeks to match and customary turban in place, looking utterly at ease.

“Well, we’re certainly in the vipers’ nest now,” Alexander remarked, sotto voce, as she tried to maneuver him through the press of the crowd.

“General Hamilton!” Dolley spotted them immediately, and rushed towards them, Madison being pulled in tow. “And Mrs. Hamilton. What a pleasure!”

Dolley leaned down to embrace Alexander, kissing him on each cheek, then came around to do the same to Eliza, kissing her as though they’d been friends for years. They had been friendly in their few months of acquaintance before Alexander had resigned from the Treasury, but certainly nothing to this level. And she was fairly certain Alexander and Dolley had never even met.

Pasting on a bright smile, Eliza said dutifully, “Thank you for the invitation, Mrs. Madison.”

“Of course, honey, of course. I know you and the General are still getting settled here in the capital, and I thought, what better chance will you have to meet every one of consequence in one place? All those introductions can be so tedious. As you can see, I make it a point to invite everyone to these “squeezes,” as they call them. Fighting belongs in the field, I say, not in my drawing room.”

“I’m sure I’ll be paying plenty of calls, nonetheless. I didn’t miss this part of public life,” Eliza confided. “How’s Payne?”

“Just marvelous.”

Dolley was inquiring after their children when Alexander seemed to lose patience with Madison, who was still standing where Dolley had left him some paces away.

“No kiss from you, Jemmy?” Alexander teased.

Dolley burst out laughing, her hand tapping Alexander’s shoulder affectionately.

A little smile formed on Madison’s lips as he came closer and reached out a hand. “Thank you for attending, General. I think we’ll have a lot to discuss in the coming days.”

“I believe that’s an understatement.” A serious note had entered Alexander’s voice.

Dolley held a finger out to her husband. “Uh uh, no business tonight. This is a time for socializing.”  

“Of course, my dear,” Madison said dutifully.

“Mr. President,” a young man greeted as he paused beside Madison, bowing formally. He was impeccably dressed in a fine, dark suit, with penetrating eyes and long sideburns despite his slightly receding hairline.

“Mr. Clay,” Madison responded, nodding his head in acknowledgement. “I don’t believe you’ve met General Hamilton?”

“We haven’t had the pleasure,” Clay agreed, thrusting his hand out towards Alexander. “Henry Clay. Speaker of the House.”

Alexander hesitated a beat before shaking Clay’s hand.

“We’ll be glad to have your input, General, though I’m not sure we’ll need it. Word arrived today that General Hull reached Detroit at the beginning of the month. I’d lay odds the damned Red Coats are on the run as we speak.”

“You think victory will come that easily?”

Clay grinned boyishly. “We whipped ‘em once, didn’t we?”  

“Yes, we did,” Alexander said, voice tight, with a particular emphasis on “we”, as if to remind Clay that he had been little more than a child during the last conflict. “But it wasn’t exactly easy.”

“Well, we’ve grown as a nation since then.”

“We have no standing army. Only the same untested militia we had at the beginning of the revolution, and very few leaders left to us from that conflict.”

Clay carried on as if he hadn’t heard Alexander. “And the Canadian’s aren’t any more enthralled to the British then we were. As Mr. Jefferson said, taking Canada will be a mere matter of marching.”

Alexander’s displeased hum bespoke disagreement.  

“Oh, don’t tell me you agree with those traitors, who’d see us cowering in the face of insult after insult? You ought to understand the importance of national honor.” Clay’s eyes flickered to Alexander’s chair.

“I can’t say I’m thrilled at the prospect of another war. And those who express reservations are hardly traitors. Honestly, I’d expected you to use more care with your language after the news of what happened in Baltimore.”

Eliza winced and laid a hand on her husband’s shoulder, even as she gave Dolley an apologetic side-glance. Dolley patted at her arm in a gesture of understanding.

The story of the Democratic mob overtaking Alexander Hanson in his jail cell and beating him to within an inch of his life had hit Alexander hard. Hanson edited the “Federal Republican” in Baltimore and had run an editorial earlier questioning the wisdom of war with England. The incensed mob had killed two of his Federalist companions and inflicted grave wounds to Harry Lee’s head in the mayhem. Alexander had thrown the paper across the room, sick at the news, and demanded, “Why should I help these people?”

“Not standing beside your countrymen in a time of war sounds like treason to me.”

“What exactly is the point of a free press if expressing very reasonable concerns about the disruption and destruction of war is grounds for execution?” Alexanders’ voice was rising in pitch now.

“Honey,” Eliza whispered.

“It’s not as if the government is the one who carried out the executions,” Clay parried. “It hardly bears on the first amendment, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Hardly bears…” Alexander’s jaw was working, a red flush coming over his cheeks that Eliza suspected had little to do with the warmth of the room.

“I don’t think this is a very good topic of conversation for a party,” Dolley interrupted. “Now, Mr. Clay, why don’t you come with me. I’ve a few people I’d like to introduce you to. Oh, do come by for tea tomorrow, Mrs. Hamilton?”

Eliza nodded. “I will, Mrs. Madison, thank you.”

Dolley winked at her before she deftly took Clay’s arm and began to steer him away.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, General,” Clay said, glancing back over his shoulder with a wide grin. “We’ll continue our conversation soon, I’m sure.”

“You know this isn’t right, Jemmy.”

“The Baltimore incident was inexcusable, I agree,” Madison said softly.

“This whole war is inexcusable.”

“Britain left us no choice,” Madison argued.

“Your War Hawks left you no choice,” Alexander shot back, nodding in the direction Clay had disappeared.

“The war is already declared. If you came to Washington merely to argue against the fighting of it, I’m afraid you’ll find little success.”

“I came to serve my country, as I always will if I can be of service. It doesn’t mean I have to agree with you.”

Madison nodded. “We’ll meet and discuss everything fully in the next few days. For now, do try to enjoy the party. Mrs. Hamilton, lovely to see you.”

When Madison had turned away, Eliza heard Alexander say softly, “Betsey?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you take me outside? I need some air.”

“Of course, honey.”

She steered him through the crowd back towards the entrance, pausing only when she’d found unoccupied corner of the garden outside.

“Well, that was rousing,” she teased.

“I’m too old for this.”

“You didn’t sound it in there.”

“Betsey,” he sighed, his eyes bright as he looked up at her. “How am I supposed to fight this war again? Clay has no idea of the hardships, the sacrifices. These Freshman Congressmen, these War Hawks, they’re children. They don’t understand. It took seven years to drive the British away last time. Seven years. I don’t even believe in the cause this time around.”

“They were testing us. You said so yourself.”

“They were treating us the same as they treat every second-class nation. And that’s what we are, in their eyes. It’s an issue that calls for diplomacy. Not war.”

“We could always go home.” A flutter of hope rushed through her, even though she knew his answer.

“No.” He pressed the heel of his hands to his eyes. “I’m just…exhausted. And I’ve barely even begun. I don’t even know what is going to be asked of me.”

“You won’t need to ride out with the army, right?” she pressed. “Surely Madison won’t ask that of you, at least.”

“I don’t know. I’m in as much condition to ride out as most of the other Generals. Did you see Dearborn in there? I’d very much doubt that he can even mount a horse. Those of us with enough experience to lead are too old, too crippled with rheumatism, gout, whatever else, too fat--”

“Well, you’re not fat,” she teased. “And the gout hasn’t gotten you too badly.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he said, tapping his knees.

“I trust you,” she said, settling herself onto his lap and pressing her lips to his. “Far more than any one in that room. Far more than anyone in this country. No matter how old you think you are.”

His expression softened as he gazed at her.

He turned his head to look around their surroundings, examining the flowering plants that surrounded them. “This is a nice garden,” he remarked. “I might not mind sitting out here of an evening. What do you think?”

“Don’t even tease about that, Alexander,” she scolded.

He raised his brow, smirked, then stole another kiss.

[northcarolinamuseumhistory]

North Carolina Museum of History

The capital of North Carolina and the second-largest city in the state, Raleigh, is often known as the 'Smithsonian of the South '. This is attributed to the abundance of top-notch museums, historic attractions, and academic institutions. Once you're in Raleigh, you'll be received warmly by the savvy locals ready to share their unique heritage and culture of the blooming Southern metropolis.

North Carolina has a richly fascinating history that you can discover all at the North Carolina Museum of History. Located in downtown Raleigh, the museum showcases signature collections of more than 350,000 artifacts that cover 14,000 years of history. Whether you have a passion for culture and heritage or you just love adventures, you can explore the diverse culture of people, participate in fun programs, visit exhibitions and explore the high caliber cultural attractions at the North Carolina Museum of History.

The Museum Shop.

The museum shop is operated by the museum's membership group, the Museum of History Associates. All merchandise at the shop is selected to reflect on the story of North Carolina and its people and the collections at the museum. Profits made from selling items in the Museum Shop are used to finance the museum's programs.

Items in the Museum Shop include:

●     Outstanding selection of music and videos.

●     Bestseller novels.

●     A broad category of books ( Cookbooks, Children's books, History books, etc)

●     Children accessories, such as toys.

●     Handmade pottery by North Carolina people.

●     An array of ornaments and jewelry.

●     Sports-related items.

●     Textiles and decorative accessories.

●     North Carolina specialty food.

 North Carolina Sports Hall of Fame.

Raleigh, NC is home to round-the-clock opportunities for catching up on sporting events. Located on the third floor of the North Carolina Museum of History, North Carolina Sports Hall of Fame exhibits over 200 items that represent 363 Tar Heel sports heroes. This display reflects on the robust diversity of North Carolina's sports history. The exposition boasts prominent faces for golf, football, basketball, horse racing, tennis, soccer, car racing, and swimming. The exhibit items include Jim Beatty's running shoes, Mike Krzyzewski's Duke University warm-up jacket, Richard Petty's stock car, and many more.

 Exhibits.

The museum showcases more than 150,000 artifacts of N.C. history. The interactive exhibits make history accessible to everyone. Permanent exhibits like The Story of North Carolina hold remarkable multimedia presentations and interactive features. One of the most visited temporary exhibits is the North Carolina & World War 1. The exhibit highlights approximately 500 artifacts, historical film footage, a trench diorama, and period photography.

Another popular exhibit, North Carolina's Favorite Son of Billy Graham and His Remarkable Journey of Faith, explored his legacy as an American evangelist who preached to many people in a live audience than anyone else. Apart from Billy Graham, the museum explores further legends in North Carolina, including educator Charlotte Hawkins Brown, adventurer Daniel Boone, basketball player Michael Jordan, and First Lady Dolley Madison.

 Artifacts.

The museum has a wide range of artifacts, but you'll surely marvel at:

●     Items recovered from Blackbeard's flagship Queen Anne's Revenge.

●     A full-size replica of the 1903 Wright Flyer.

●     Stones unearthed in North Carolina that date back to 12,000 to 10,000 B.C.E

●     A 6,500 square foot recreated trench warfare environment with interactive components.

●     A lunch counter that played a pivotal role in a 1960 sit-in in Salisbury, NC during the American civil rights movement.

 Whether you're looking for a fun and educational way to spend your day while at Raleigh, NC, the North Carolina Museum of History covers everything to keep you entertained.

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[theparanormalperiodical]

Boris Johnson’s 5 Not-So-Alive Housemates: The Haunting of Downing Street And The Other Government Buildings You Need To Know About

It’s a new week in British politics which typically means half the cabinet has resigned, a ‘fresh’ approach to Brexit is put to the public, and the PM has pleaded with the Queen to put the ‘United’ in ‘United Kingdom’ in bold.

Oh, and with this new week comes a new Prime Minister.

Yay.

(Emphasis on the sarcasm and sheer volumes of dread in that ‘yay’.)

But anyway – if politics is making you feel dead inside, why not stick to the deceased theme?

For the past 3 years we have been consumed with concluding who is the next candidate to forward march us into our uncertain future.

And it got me thinking: are there any ghost prime ministers?

In fact, is Downing Street haunted?

Yet it turns out someone has already beaten me to that level of imagery. When I began my research into the ghosts and spirits roaming our governmental arenas, I came across a problem.

British politics is indeed haunted, but only in a metaphorical sense, well, according to the papers, anyway.

British politics is haunted by the Euroscepticism that gave rise to the EU referendum, by the age-old beliefs breaking our parties into factions, and the candidates? Well, a quick flick through the tabloids will tell you they are to be haunted by their personal lives, let alone their past professional missteps.

But you can keep your metaphors for your papers, politics and podcasts; today we are going to be discussing the actual ghosts haunting 10 Downing Street, and the international hauntings that include the White House and Japan’s official Presidential residence.

First up is the UK’s very own Downing Street

Boris Johnson will have barely unpacked his stuff before he starts to encounter the hauntings that Downing Street is surprisingly not famous for.

British history has been cloaked with a dark veil considering its bloody past, and this assumes a gaggle of ghosts mirroring its many tragedies will be lurking in the nooks of crannies of most notable places. And its probably this which has made way for the 6 ghosts haunting its hallowed halls.

7 prime ministers have died in office, and only one PM has ever died in Downing Street – Campbell-Bannerman. But it turns out that one assassinated PM (the only PM to ever has been assassinated) frequently returns during times of national crisis:

Spencer Perceval died in 1832 having been shot in the House of Commons, and following his tragic death, his body was returned to his residence where he lay for 5 days.

It is often claimed that the ghost of Perceval wearing Regency Dress wanders inside and outside the residence, and he was frequently sighted by workmen in the 50s and 60s, verifying him as the main spirit staking claim to this government building.

Next up we have a female phantom who has even found her way into the papers given her common haunting.

The facilities manager of No.10 was new to the team when he saw lights in a nearby room were left on. Walking across one room to reach the other, he felt and saw a person pass beside him, only to disappear mere moments after.

He recalls the ‘swishing’ sound like that of a dress made of taffeta, and upon asking a colleague, he was told that he had seen the ghost.

Reportedly, a woman in a white gown goes between the state dining room and the pillared room - with some even adding a rather luxurious set of pearls to that description. These 2 rooms often hold key political figures as both state functions and international agreements are held here, so perhaps the sightings of the Lady in White go much further than the tales tell…

Our final two ghosts have rather vague descriptions attached to their presences, but their creepiness doesn’t end with their limited back stories.

From a little girl haunting a basement and grabbing hands of those passing by, to a male in a top hat wandering through the entrance hall and into a closed door, there is no shortage of spooky here in the UK.

Yet even beyond these apparitions are the arguably more disjointed hauntings that BoJo will soon encounter: a cigar smell perhaps from Churchill himself, and footsteps followed by suspecting Policemen are common occurrences, and will continue even after Brexit.

No, I take that back, Brexit will never end.

The White House: The Most Haunted House in America

No seriously, I mean that subtitle; keep your Amityvilles, and forget your Occult Museums, this is where shit gets real.

And sure, whilst the most terrifying presence in the White House is actually living, the dead have always made their residency known.

“I jumped up and put on my bathrobe, opened the door, and no one there. Went out and looked up and down the hall, looked in your room and Margie’s. Still no one…The damned place is haunted sure as shootin’”

This is from a letter President Harry Truman wrote to his wife and daughter, and is one of many claims from those that have either lived or visited this prestigious home.

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is believed to be home to many less-than-living occupants, and famous ones at that.

Abraham Lincoln is one such President to make claims to the haunting of the White House, often witnessing his son, Willie, who died at the age 11 following typhoid fever. But Lincoln’s relationship with those that still walk its halls doesn’t stop there.

In fact, he is one of the most well known ghosts to make your acquaintance should you visit.

Grace Coolidge – one of the first ladies – often claimed she saw him looking out of the window that once belonged in his office, and the Queen of the Netherlands claimed she saw him whilst sleeping in his bedroom.

Even Winston Churchill saw – and talked to – Lincoln. With cigar in one hand, and completely starkers, he greeted the phantom president.

But aside from walking in on sleeping monarchs, and being flashed by Prime Ministers, he often walks the hallways, knocks on doors, and stands by the windows, looking out at the country he once guided.

Oh, and it doesn’t stop there; Annie Surratt – the daughter of a woman convicted of being a cog in Lincoln’s death – often pleads with the residents for the release of her guilty mother.

If you’re looking for a different president, listen out for Thomas Jefferson’s violin playing, or perhaps the less sweet and subtle tones of Andrew Jackson’s swearing.

Or perhaps you’re in search of America’s first ladies, instead?

Abigail Addams is often seen wandering around the East Room with her arms outstretched, as if to carry and dry linen sheets, which was one of the pastimes she took up at the White House.

And Dolley Madison also sticks to doing chores in the afterlife, with Woodrow Wilson’s administration frequently reporting her ghost taking care of the Rose Garden which they were about to move.

In response to this silent and spirit-based protest, they kept it in the same place.

Yet despite the prevalence and sheer details regarding these sightings, there is evidently decline in the paranormal activity at the White House. 

Jerry Smith – a doorman who spent a quarter of a century at the White House – claims renovations have begun to clear the spirits from this site, suggesting these age-old presidents don’t stray too far from the good ol’ days!

Well, whenever those days supposedly are, anyway.

Shinzo Abe’s Poltergeist Problem

In 2013 the Japanese government made a statement.

And this statement clarified that were in fact no spirits haunting the official residence of the Prime Minister.

It all started when Abe failed to move into the official governmental dwelling shorting after he assumed power in December. Following his resignation in 2007, suspicions were aroused about his reluctance to get the long haul shipping vans in.

Rumours of illness and scandal typically swirled the tabloid drain, and claims he had suffered a ‘bad experience’ at the residence in his previous term began to emerge.

The rival Democratic Party even asked if ghosts were the cause of this, mocking their political opponent, but it turns out this question doesn’t necessarily go so unfounded.  

The residence – as it was built in 1929 – has seen some brutal and bloody history. From one PM’s assassination, and the murder of several officers after a military coup, the claims of haunting do have a solid basis to them.

Even a former PM in 2006 claimed he wanted to see a ghost there, although he never managed to.

Indeed, Shinzo Abe draws us back to the reality behind hauntings – whether the afterlife is real, or not; politics may be haunted by ghosts, but the real hauntings are always personal, are always professional.

Just as much as BoJo will take his first steps into his new home followed by his trail of regrets and wrongdoings, he will be greeted by the real terrors that still take up residence in Downing Street.

Is there a paranormal political figure you’ve ever wanted to meet or move in with?

Whether alive or not-so-alive, let me know down in the comments. 

[mythicallore]

Famous Female Ghosts: Dolley Madison

From the spirits of famous female historical figures, to the girlish ghouls of urban legend, female ghosts are some of the scariest spirits out there. In fact, stories about female ghosts can be found across the globe, and many of these international tales of terror have chilling similarities. For instance, why do so many places have stories about women in white, or vanishing hitchhikers? These connections make us wonder what universal trauma or shared truth has made these stories take root in our collective consciousness.

Regardless, we know one thing for sure: these female phantoms are capable of chilling us to the bone. Step aside, ghost bros: these lady wraiths are redefining the scare game.

First Lady Dolley Madison played an influential role in making the White House the social center of politics in early America. Legend has it that she continues to take her duties as First Lady seriously to this day—her ghosts reportedly frightened gardeners away when they were trying to make changes to a rose garden Dolley had planted.

[headoverhiddles]

what are your headcanons as to what the first ladies would look like in the Hamilton verse?

Martha Washington

Abigail Adams

Martha Jefferson

Dolley Madison

^tbh punk!Dolley is my life 

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 5.20

Beer Birthdays

John Adam Lemp (1798)

Louis de Luze Simonds (1852)

Eduard Buchner (1860)

Louis Hemrich (1872)

Lord "Benjie" Iveagh (1937)

Judy Ashworth (1942)

Oliver Hughes (1959)

David Walker (1964)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Emile Berliner; inventor of flat phonograph record (1851)

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole; Hawaiian singer (1959)

John Stuart Mill; English philosopher (1806)

Timothy Olyphant; actor (1968)

James Stewart; actor (1908)

Famous Birthdays

Danny Aiello; actor (1933)

Emile Berliner; German/US inventor (1851)

Cher; pop singer, writer (1946)

Joe Cocker; rock singer (1944)

Christopher Columbus; explorer (1451)

Mindy Cohn; actor (1966)

William Congreve; English inventor (1772)

Francis Cotes; English artist (1726)

Henri-Edmond Cross; French artist (1856)

Moshe Dayan; Israeli general (1915)

Honore de Balzac; French writer (1799)

Aleksandr Deyneka; Russian artist (1899)

Alfred Domett; English/NZ poet (1811)

Patrick Ewing Jr.; basketball player (1984)

William Fargo; banker (1818)

Gardner Fox; author (1911)

George Gobel; comedian (1919)

Tony Goldwyn; actor (1960)

John M. Harlan; US Supreme Court justice (1899)

William Hewlett; H-P Founder (1913)

Nick Heywood; UK pop singer, guitarist (1961)

Guy Hoffman; rock musician (1954)

Levinus Lemnius; Dutch writer (1505)

Shorty Long; musician (1940)

Dolley Madison; first lady of James Madison (1768)

Hector Malot; French author (1830)

Hans Meerwein; German chemist (1879)

R.J. Mitchell; English engineer (1895)

Bobby Murcer; baseball player (1946)

Sumitranandan Pant; Indian poet (1900)

Bronson Pinchot; actor (1959)

Busta Rhymes; rapper (1972)

Michele Roberts; UK author (1949)

Louis Smith; jazz trumpeter (1931)

Tony Stewart; automobile racer (1971)

Jewel Styles; pornstar (1988)

Dave Thomas; Canadian comedian, actor (1949)

William Thornton; architect (1759)

David Wells; baseball player (1963)

Jane Wiedlin; pop singer (1958)

Anthony Zerbe; actor (1936)