Statue of our 20th President at his Memorial
The phrase which titles this post is the one I always associate with Garfield.
Peg and I drove to Cleveland today, and we went to Lakeview Cemetery, where James Garfield is buried. His memorial is the architectural attraction of the cemetery, so we went there first. The exterior is an amazing edifice, but the interior is rather modest for an assassinated President. I don’t know much about Garfield, myself.
I believe Garfield was a Civil War General
There was a excerpt from an article in a medical journal inside the memorial which compared Garfield’s wound to Ronald Reagan’s wound when he was shot. While I don’t know the details of Garfield’s injuries, the implication was that Reagan’s was much, much more serious and, owing to modern medicine, Reagan was up and walking around 24 hours after being admitted while Garfield died. Apparently Garfield’s wound did not piece an organ, did no major damage to an artery, and lodged in a muscle in Garfield’s back. Maybe he died of infection, I’m not sure.
The one thing I do know is that Garfield was from Cleveland.
