Monday, June 20, 2011

General Robert E. Lee and His Children


Recently I read something about Robert E. Lee which I found fascinating.  It gave me a more personal view of this great man.  It was in a book called Recollections and Letters, written and compiled by his son.

"From that early time I began to be impressed with my father’s character, as compared with other men.  Every member of the household respected, revered and loved him as a matter of course, but it began to dawn on me that every one else with whom I was thrown held him high in their regard. At forty-five years of age he was active, strong, and as handsome as he had ever been.  I never remember his being ill.  I presume he was indisposed at times; but no impressions of that kind remain.  He was always bright and gay with us little folk, romping, playing, and joking with us.  With the older children, he was just as companionable, and I have seen him join my elder brothers and their friends when they would try their powers at a high jump put up in our yard.  The two younger children he petted a great deal, and our greatest treat was to get into his bed in the morning and lie close to him, listening while he talked to us in his bright, entertaining way.  This custom we kept up until I was ten years old and over.  Although he was so joyous and familiar with us, he was very firm on all proper occasions, never indulged us in anything that was not good for us, and exacted the most implicit obedience.  I always knew that it was impossible to disobey my father.  I felt it in me, I never thought why, but was perfectly sure when he gave an order that it had to be obeyed.  My mother I could sometimes circumvent, and at times took liberties with her orders, construing them to suit myself; but exact obedience to every mandate of my father was a part of my life and being at that time.  He was very fond of having his hands tickled, and, what is still more curious, it pleased and delighted him to take off his slippers and place his feet in our laps in order to have them tickled.  Often, as little things, after romping all day, the enforced sitting would be too much for us, and our drowsiness would soon show itself in continued nods.  Then, to arouse us, he had a way of stirring us up with his foot—laughing heartily at and with us.  He would often tell us the most delightful stories, and then there was no nodding. Sometimes, however, our interest in his wonderful tales became so engrossing that we would forget to do our duty—when he would declare, “No tickling, no story!”  When we were a little older, our elder sister told us one winter the ever-delightful “Lady of the Lake,” Of course, she told us in prose and arranged it to suit our mental capacity.  Our father was generally in his corner by the fire, most probably with a foot in either the lap of myself or youngest sister—the tickling going on briskly—and would come in at different points of the tale and repeat line after line of the poem—much to our disapproval—but to his great enjoyment.”

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