One of the joys of reading as much as I do is that I learn something new every day.

Today’s lesson was that Eleanor Roosevelt — a brilliant, admirable woman whom I will no doubt be quoting frequently — also had a subtly wicked sense of humor.

I particularly love this example, because it reveals an unsuspected aspect of her personality — the all-important ability to laugh at herself:

“I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.”

I can’t help wondering what FDR had to say about that!

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/6/25