Going Home to Glory: A Memoir of Life with Dwight D. Eisenhower 1961-1969
Did Americans really know Dwight David Eisenhower? Based on this memoir by Eisenhower's grandson, the answer is no.
Americans liked Ike, whom they repeatedly voted their most admired fellow citizen, right up until the day he died in 1969, more than nine years after vacating the White House. He’d beaten Hitler and during his two terms in office he had been a commonsensical, consensus president. He ended the Korean War and declined in 1954 to commit American troops to Vietnam, where the French were on the ropes. He refused to launch an assault on Roosevelt’s New Deal, as many Republicans wanted him to do. He simply ignored Joseph McCarthy, but that may have been comment enough from someone as well thought of as Ike.Skip to next paragraph
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He could be tough as nails on Israel, more so than any of his successors. And he had that wonderful grandfatherly grin.
But did Americans really know Dwight David Eisenhower? The answer is no, based on Going Home to Glory: A Memoir of Life with Dwight D. Eisenhower 1961-1969 by David Eisenhower, his grandson, with Julie Nixon Eisenhower, the author’s wife and the daughter of Richard M. Nixon, who was Eisenhower’s vice president from 1953-1961.
Eisenhower was a mystery in many ways to his own family. Although almost always surrounded in retirement by a coterie of relatives, friends, political supporters, or army and golfing buddies, he could be remote, brusque, intimidating and short- tempered – traits no doubt honed during his military career. The author writes that he once asked Mamie Eisenhower why her husband was so restless and whether his omnipresent entourage “revealed a weakness, perhaps a fear of being alone, or a nonexistent inner life.” Not satisfied with his grandmother’s answer, he followed up by asking her if she had really known her husband of 45 years. “I’m not sure anyone did,” she replied. The author writes later in the book, “To me, Dwight Eisenhower had always been imposing and at times unapproachable, and I had never understood why people thought of him as so genial.”
Delectable insights like this, personal and political, are scattered throughout the book, but the reader has to trek across some dead patches to find them, such as a chapter highlighted by Eisenhower’s recipe for barbecue sauce or a stretch about young Republicans in love (i.e. David and Julie), which could have used way more spice. It was the 1960s, for Pete’s sake. The author, whose other book chronicled his grandfather’s World War II service, is capable of sentences like this one: “Granddad’s stream of consciousness covered whatever was on his mind.”