“We’re going to have a party!” was the way Mrs. Roosevelt always greeted me once we had become fast friends and were about to embark on a notable evening, weekend, or longer time together. From her I learned the secret of the pursuit of happiness.
Victor Scherle, my friend and collaborator on two earlier books, with whom I often shared random memories of Mrs. Roosevelt, convinced me she came alive when I talked about her. The future, he allowed, was owed an account of my times with Mrs. Roosevelt. We spent many hours happily invoking her. The result was a manuscript that needed another’s eye and thought. Cynthia Eagle Russett, a historian of modern America at Yale, graciously provided both. The order of the memories and the editorial matter that so adroitly connects them has been provided by Professor Russett. My debt to her skill, tact, and clarity is great.
In my agent, William B. Goodman, and my editor, Hana Umlauf Lane, I have been blessed with two champions of the profession of books. That they revered Mrs. Roosevelt as well gave working with them a simplicity and sureness rarely met.
William Turner Levy