2/21/65
How blustery, more like December or January; it will be raining soon.
This morning, when it was more pleasant, I visited the Potomac Book Shop where Willie and I used to buy books. Here and there were a few soldiers. I was pleased, especially when one of them asked me if I would recommend a book of
poetry.
On my last visit I bought Pope’s Essay on Man. I noticed a British copy bound in morocco. At the Potomac I have acquired some Emerson, Wordsworth, Longfellow. I picked up a copy of Leaves of Grass, but it did not appeal to me. The shop reminds me of one in Boston; I told the owner; he laughed: “The shop you mention belongs to my brother... I furnished this one with Boston pieces.”
I hope I can get Tad to take an interest in learning to read. Willie’s enthusiasm did not rub off on him.
Returning to the White House, one of our horses threw a shoe.