MAY 4, 1956
HYDE PARK N.Y.—Tuesday morning turned out to be a beautiful one for flying and I had a wonderful plane trip from here to Boston, then along the Maine coast to St. John, New Brunswick, Canada. My husband and the boys were very familiar with the Coast, for they used to go on cruises there together, and recently my son, James, went up to St. John to speak. But I never remember being there before.
It is a charming city and I was highly honored to be received by the Mayor and his Council and to be the first woman ever given the freedom of the city. I shall put my certificate attesting to this honor in the Library at Hyde Park.
After the ceremonies at City Hall I was taken to the Lieutenant-Governor's house, and there we had a pleasant tea. I was delighted to see so many people who had come to Campobello when the memorial to my husband was unveiled. And I was especially pleased to find that one of the policemen who greeted me with a warm welcome once had been with the mounted division which watched over my husband on the island. He remembered our picnics on the beach with hot dogs and coffee for all.
I had time to rest and dress before the evening dinner, which was in the Admiral Beatty Hotel where I was staying. The hotel management made me most comfortable there and told me that I had the same room that my son, James, had a year ago.
The Mental Health Association, for which I was speaking in St. John, is just being reactivated and everyone seemed pleased with the amount of interest shown at the dinner. My own subject was "International Tensions" and their relation to the whole question of mental health. I told them that I had been to a similar meeting Monday in New York City, an indication that both Canada and the U.S. seem to be making an effort to emphasize the importance of the layman's understanding of his part in mental health.
I was a given charming little piece of pottery which was made by hand by Mr. and Mrs. Deichmann. They are of Danish origin and have settled in St. John, New Brunswick, to carry on their work in ceramics. I was delighted to have a sample of their beautiful pottery and only wished I could have gone to their house to see more of their work.
I flew back Wednesday morning on an equally clear day and the pilot was kind enough to take us right along Campobello Island, where I spent so many happy summers when my children were young.
I found on my return a mountain of mail on my desk. The amount of mail that can accumulate in a few days is positively frightening, but in the little while I have been here much of it has been attended to. So we are back to normal and my day on Thursday can begin with a sense of freedom.