On Friday of last week, I was in Northampton, Massachusetts, the city in which a young University of Vermont Pi Beta Phi member met a young Phi Gamma Delta, an Amherst College grad. She was working at the Clarke School for the Deaf and he was a lawyer in town. A courtship ensued and they married. Had my time been my own, I would have taken lots of pictures of Coolidge related sites.
Ninety-one years have passed since Grace Goodhue Coolidge went to bed the evening of August 2, 1923, as the wife of the Vice President. She was awakened in the middle of the night, dressed and went downstairs to join her husband in the parlor. As her father-in-law, a Windsor County notary, administered the oath of office to her husband by the light of a kerosene lamp, she became the First Lady of the Land.
Warren Harding had died suddenly late in the evening after he became ill in a San Francisco hotel. The Coolidges were in Vermont at the family homestead in Plymouth Notch. President Harding’s death happened four hours before news was delivered at 2:30 a.m. to the farmhouse where Coolidge had been raised.
Colonel John Coolidge’s home did not have a telephone. President Harding’s secretary telegraphed the initial message of Harding’s death to White River Junction, Vermont. The public telephone operator who received the message sought out Coolidge’s stenographer, W. A. Perkins, and Joseph N. McInerney, his chauffeur. They alerted a reporter. Much activity ensued in a short amount of time. Colonel Coolidge answered the door and received the news. He trudged up the stairs to wake his son. The President recounted the night in his autobiography,
“…I noticed that his voice trembled. As the only times I had ever observed that before were when death had visited our family, I knew that something of the gravest nature had occurred.
“He placed in my hands an official report and told me that President Harding had just passed away. My wife and I at once dressed.
“Before leaving the room I knelt down and, with the same prayer with which I have since approached the altar of the church, asked God to bless the American people and give me power to serve them.”
The oath administered by Colonel Coolidge was taken in the 14′ x 17′ parlor. Electricity had not yet reached the house and the oath was taken by the light of a kerosene lamp. President Coolidge’s mother had died when he was young and her Bible was on the table at his hand.
First-hand accounts vary as to the people in the room when the oath was administered. That is understandable given the haste of the activity, the darkness of the night, and the solemness of the occasion.
If you’re ever near Plymouth Notch, Vermont, you can stop by and see the room where Grace Coolidge became First Lady by the light of a kerosene lamp. And on that night, Grace Coolidge, a charter member of the Pi Beta Phi chapter at the University of Vermont, and Calvin Coolidge, a member of the Phi Gamma Delta Chapter at Amherst College, became the first President and First Lady to have been initiated into Greek-letter societies as college students.
For more posts about the Coolidg
Calvin Coolidge, Pride of the Amherst College Phi Gamma Delta Chapter
Grace Coolidge and Orange, Connecticut
“If My Father Were Your Father, You Would.” – Calvin Coolidge, Jr.