Today I want to share with you some more photos from the FDR Memorial.

I was quite taken with this gentleman who sat alone here for some time. He seemed to be deep in thought. Judging from his age, I’m guessing he would have been a young child during the Great Depression. Being an incurable people watcher, I imagined that FDR was the first President he could remember or that perhaps he lost someone important during the War. Maybe he just remembered the fireside chats.

These life sized sculptures of men in a bread line are so real they are heartbreaking.

And the relief of these wringing hands is equally moving.

FDR was a man of letters whose words – both written and spoken – are a tremendous monument to the man. He respected the Presidency and carried the weight of his office with dignity and gravity.

I am grateful for that.