My good friend and personal
bartender, Chuck, has been researching the favorite drinks of the
Presidents. It turns out that several of
these drinks actually sound pretty good, and we are slowly working our way through
them. Chuck is working on his own
bartender’s guide, and when he is ready, I’m sure he will share it with you. But his research has reminded me of several
anecdotes about presidential drinking I thought I might share.
Stories of Ulysses Grant’s drinking are legendary—and mostly
apocryphal. Don’t get me wrong, Grant
had a well-exercised elbow, but every drinking anecdote from the nineteenth
century—and earlier—was attributed to the man.
But there is one story that is both undeniable, and yet rarely remembered.
Grant lay dying of cancer of the throat, caused at least in
part, by the 10,000 boxes of cigars that had been sent to him by admirers. Unconscious and close to death, Grant was
sprinkled with holy water by a minister who pronounced him converted and baptized. As a doctor forced a little brandy between
the lips of the dying president, he suddenly regained consciousness.
“It is Providence!” exclaimed the minister.
“No,” said the doctor.
“It was the brandy.”
While Grant may have had the reputation, in fact the
president who drank the most may have been James Buchanan. When he took office, he replaced the funereal
Franklin Pierce. (Actually, that is a little unkind, as Pierce and his wife
watched their son Bennie die when he was crushed to death in a train accident while
en route to the inauguration. Pierce
blamed himself, believing that God was punishing him for the having the hubris
to run for office. The Pierces’ four
years in the White House were indeed a long and unhappy funeral.)
Buchanan wasted no time in telling the purveyor of spirits
to the White House that small bottles of champagne were no longer required. “Pints are very inconvenient in this house,”
he told them, “as the article is not used in such small quantities.” Supposedly, the amount of wine and spirits
consumed during his term could have quite literally filled a cellar.
Buchanan used to stop off at the distillery of Jacob Baer on
the way home from church to purchase a ten gallon cask of “Old J. B. Whiskey.” Not only did Buchanan regard this as a fine
whiskey, but he made no effort to disabuse White House guests who believed the
initials meant it was his own private label.
President Harry Truman also enjoyed a few drinks while in
the White House--actually, more than a few.
First thing every morning, Harry had a shot of Wild Turkey, followed by
a glass of orange juice. Later, just
before dinner, Bess and Harry would have an Old Fashioned. Shortly after the couple moved into the White
House, Bess ordered their usual drinks from the butler. While the President and his wife finished the
drinks, the next night they requested that the drinks be made a little
dryer. “They were too sweet,” Bess
complained. So the butler carefully made
the drinks with much less sugar, but the following night, the Trumans still
requested that the drinks be made still drier.
Peeved, the butler added a little ice to two glasses and then filled
them to the brim with straight bourbon.
“Ahhh” said the President.
“That’s the way we like an Old Fashioned.”
When Jimmy Carter was president, his brother Billy was the
most famous alcoholic in the country. He
peddled “Billy Beer”, played the drunk on television, and once publicly asked
faith-healer Ruth Carter Stapleton to cure a hangover.
When asked his favorite drink, Billy answered quickly. “Bourbon” he said. “All southerners drink Bourbon. Never trust a scotch drinker, they really
prefer bourbon, but they are just putting on airs. My brother Jimmy used to drink bourbon, but
when he decided to get into politics, he switched to scotch.”
Very few of our presidents have been teetotalers. President Rutherford
B. Hayes’ wife was known as “Lemonade Lucy” because she refused to allow
alcohol in the White House, and George W. Bush swore off alcohol before he ran
for the office. Abraham Lincoln rarely
drank, and sent the numerous gifts of alcoholic beverages he received to nearby
military hospitals.
The vast majority of our founding fathers enjoyed a good
drink. During George Washington’s
administration, the happy hour began at 3:00 in the afternoon and continued
through dinner. Why is John Hancock’s
signature so large on the bottom of the Declaration of Independence? He may have been feeling no pain. He was an alcoholic beverage dealer. George
Washington himself was at one point the largest distiller of bourbon in the
country.
The history books leave a lot of interesting details out
today. Have you ever wondered why the
Mayflower (a ship that up to that point had been used mainly to ship beer to
France and return to England with wine) dropped off the pilgrims in
Massachusetts during the winter? The
original destination was Virginia, but the ship ran out of beer—a surprising
fact when you consider that the ship left England loaded with more beer than
water. The colonists started making
spruce beer just about as soon as they got ashore. If they left these details in the history
books, maybe students would pay more attention.
There are lots of little stories like this. Johnny Appleseed gave out apple seeds and
seedlings so the pioneers could make hard cider. Patrick Henry was a bartender. At the first Thanksgiving, no one ate
cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, or pumpkin pie. They did, however, drink beer, wine, gin, and
brandy. During the early colonial
period, tavern owners enjoyed higher social status than preachers. One of the first buildings at Harvard was a
brewery to provide beer for the students.
Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence in a tavern, and
at Monticello, made his own beer, bourbon, and--according to the Hemings family—his
own slaves. Possibly under the influence—since
the surviving records show the household used over 400 bottles of wine each
year.
Our country was pretty much founded on alcohol. The bill for a celebration party for the 55
drafters of the US Constitution listed 54 bottles of Madeira, 60 bottles of
claret, 8 bottles of whiskey, 22 bottles of port, 8 bottles of hard cider, 12
beers and seven bowls of alcohol punch large enough that "ducks could swim
in them." Not counting the punch,
that’s about 3 bottles of booze each.
The 4th of July is less than two weeks away. What better way to celebrate the anniversary of
our country than to reenact this party.
Please invite me. Please leave the
ducks out of the punchbowl.
I would love to have a party of this magnetude but remember I graduated with my ba in history, and food stamps don't but booze...
ReplyDeleteBtw, I have spent the last several weeks catching up on this blog (as I graduated and need something to read now), I can say that I laughed more often than not, but my favorite might be the "Go Speed Racer, Go"
ReplyDeleteI don't always talk to former History students--but when I do, I ask for large fries.
ReplyDeleteOr in my case, you ask where new release movies and memory cards are....
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