Well, it’s finally getting time for the Inauguration. Having grown up in Washington, I’ve stood along the parade route for many of these events. I remember, as a child, going over to Union Station to watch FDR make his way to the White House, riding in an open car.
He was president for the first 12 years of my life. I thought he would last forever. But in 1945, after being inaugurated for his 4th term several months earlier, he died at the age of 63.
I was on my own during the Eisenhower inauguration, since my boyfriend, Mel, was marching in the parade with his ROTC unit from George Washington University.
During Kennedy’s swearing-in, I was with Mel’s father, who had come down with mumps the week before, but insisted on getting out of bed and going. His heavily wrapped neck and face foreshadowed this year’s inaugural attire.
The Second Coldest Inauguration in History
Obama’s 2009 inauguration holds the record for being the second coldest of presidential swearings-in. But it was no where near as cold as the record-breaking 7 degree temperature, that froze out many of the activities scheduled for Reagan’s second inaugural, including the parade and the outdoor ceremony.
Missouri’s Frosty Inaugural
In 1997, Mel’s second inaugural for Governor had to be moved into the Capitol rotunda and the parade cancelled because of the frigid temperatures, which, as I recall, were In the single digits.
Inauguration in a Covid and Crazy World
This year I’ll not attend the inauguration. Instead, I’ll don my fuzzy slippers and stretch out in my Lazy Boy recliner. I’ll join the millions, who’ll view the pared back festivities on their screens with a warm smile, a bowl of popcorn—and a prayer.