by Presidential Historian Douglas Brinkley
We must have many Lincoln-hearted men.
A city is not builded in a day.
And they must do their work, and come and go,
While countless generations pass away.
—Vachel Lindsay, “Abraham Lincoln Walks At Midnight” (1914)
Whenever I took a group of college students on one of my “Majic Bus” academic treks across America in the 1990s, our primary goal was to study history where it happened and literature where it was created. We always made a pilgrimage to Abraham Lincoln’s Tomb in Springfield, Illinois. Much like Lincoln himself, there is something mournful in Springfield’s wholesome bond with our greatest president, as if generations of its denizens have remained in a state of perpetual sorrow over his shocking assassination just six days after General Robert E. Lee surrendered the Confederate Army to Union Commander Ulysses S. Grant.
It was as if the people of Springfield had been attending a 138-year wake. The city’s downtown was a commercial monument to the martyr of the Civil War, whose likeness is everywhere: on savings and loan signs and fast food billboards, on restaurant menus and flea-market posters, on taxicab doors and bowling-alley walls. A riffle through the Springfield Yellow Pages turned up the Lincolnland Baptist Church and Lincoln Rent-a-Car, Lincoln Land Plumbing and Lincoln Pest Control, a Lincoln Chiropractic Clinic, and the Lincoln Dialysis Center. Yet despite this robust commerce, Springfield’s Lincoln was not the vigorous young rail-splitter of New Salem or the precocious country lawyer with the brooding eyes, big hands, and a book under each arm, but the dead president lain out in his Sunday best in a velvet-lined open coffin, arms folded across his chest, his face powdered, a small patch of dried blood in his hair—not the man, just the carcass he came in.
With the possible exception of John F. Kennedy’s death nearly a century later, Lincoln’s death on April 15, 1865, had a greater impact than any other in American history. Shot in his seat at Washington, D.C.’s Ford Theatre while watching the hit play Our American Cousin, Lincoln died the day after actor John Wilkes Booth fired a lead ball into his head. The book of Genesis says it took the Israelites forty days to embalm the body of Jacob; Americans needed just one day to do the same for Lincoln’s from which the brain and scalp were removed beforehand. The president’s corpse was then dressed in a black suit and placed in a lead-lined mahogany casket covered in black broadcloth and studded with silver handles. Lilies, roses, and magnolia blossoms adorned the catafalque around Lincoln’s body as it lay in state in the East Room of the White House. Those who viewed the dead president reported that his expression was one of blissful repose.
What has always fascinated me most about the death of Abraham Lincoln is the 1,700-mile journey his coffin made from Washington, D.C. to Springfield, Illinois, a grim train procession detailed in Ralph Newman’s 1965 article “In This Sad World of Ours, Sorrow Comes to Us All: A Timetable for the Lincoln Funeral Train,” published in the Journal of the Illinois State Historical Society. Today it’s hard to imagine a slain president’s body being taken on a multi-city tour, paraded up Baltimore’s Eutaw Street for a public viewing at the Exchange Building, then to another appearance before another mob at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, and onto the waiting crowds in Harrisburg, Lancaster, Buffalo, Cleveland, Columbus, Indianapolis, and Chicago until the casket finally arrived at the State Capitol in Springfield, where 75,000 people would pass by the bier. Lincoln’s body was the hottest ticket in America. Hairs from his head became prized collectibles; his assistant John Hay, for example, had a special ring made with a few dark strands. The level of this obsession with Lincoln’s death lives on to this day in Springfield.
In 1842, it was in Springfield that Lincoln and his new bride, Mary Todd, bought the only house they would ever own and the place where three of their four sons were born. What’s more, during his 1860 presidential campaign, Lincoln turned his Springfield home into his operating center for hosting strategy sessions, visiting delegations, and parades. Over the years since, Illinois politicians have told voters that legislators meeting at the capitol in Springfield get a strange feeling, a sense of Lincoln’s spirit brooding above, to lead them to create ever better services for the people of his home state. I used to gather my Majic Bus students on the steps of the city capitol and give my lecture on Lincoln’s Springfield years next to a bronze statue of the president who saved the Union. After all, the city does have a legitimate claim to Lincoln. But no matter how many colorful anecdotes I told, no matter how many of the town’s historic markers we visited to study those sites’ various events, it was always the trek to Lincoln’s tomb that was the historical payoff and afterwards felt like an essential rite of passage for any American.
To prepare for the visit to Lincoln’s tomb, I took my students first to 603 South Fifth Street, the house once owned by Lincoln’s sister-in-law, which later became the lifelong home of Vachel Lindsay, whom critic Louis Untermeyer dubbed the greatest lyric poet since Edgar Allen Poe. Lindsay was born in the house in 1879 and committed suicide there in 1931, in between writing hundreds of memorable poems, mostly about the Midwest of the 1910s and ’20s. Author Sinclair Lewis called him, “One of our few great poets, a power and a glory in the land.”
It was while sitting on the porch of Lindsay’s house that I read my students his haunting 1914 poem “Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight,” verses that evoke the heavy heart of a man mourning in the rain over his son’s grave and of a president alone at midnight in the White House after the Battle of Bull Run, begging God to help him end the Civil War. In Lindsay’s poem Lincoln’s ghost yet wanders the streets of Springfield, his spirit still a guiding force for our nation:
It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
Near the old court-house pacing up and down,
Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards
He lingers where his children used to play,
Or through the market, on the well-worn stones
He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away….
It breaks his heart that kings must murder still,
That all his hours of travail here for men
Seem yet in vain. And who will bring white peace
That he may sleep upon this hill again?
From Lindsay’s house, I traditionally instructed the Majic Bus driver to follow the same route as the procession of Lincoln’s body in 1865, from the State Capitol to Oak Ridge Cemetery on the outskirts of town, where Lindsay is also buried. It was at Lincoln’s gravesite that I told the students about his interment at which thousands of mourners heard prayers, sang hymns, and listened in tears as his inspirational second inaugural speech was read to them. The nation’s grief was overwhelming, but only in Illinois was it said that the brown thrasher was not heard singing for an entire year after Lincoln was laid in his tomb.
But as Tennessee Williams put it in A Streetcar Named Desire: “Funerals are pretty compared with death.” Over the years this has proved true via the various attempts that have been made to steal Lincoln’s remains. In 1876 thieves with the idea of demanding $200,000 in ransom broke into Lincoln’s tomb, forced open the sarcophagus, and pulled Lincoln’s coffin partway out, but the would-be graverobbers were apprehended and each sentenced to a year in prison. Eventually, to prevent such desecration, Lincoln’s body was reburied thirteen feet deep and surrounded by more than six feet of solid concrete.
A 117-foot obelisk towers over the granite tomb that houses the remains of Abraham Lincoln, his wife Mary Todd, and their sons—Edward, William, and Thomas; Robert, the eldest, is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. The family tomb’s entrance is dominated by a bust of Lincoln as a beardless prairie lawyer designed by sculptor Larkin Mead and executed in bronze by Gutzon Borglum of Mount Rushmore fame. It is said that rubbing the bust’s nose brings good luck, but after millions of visitors there’s not much nose left. Inside the tomb, the walls are lined with passages from Lincoln speeches engraved in bronze, complementing a life-size statue of the president labeled Great Emancipator. A circular hallway leads to the marble burial chamber, where Secretary of War Edwin Stanton’s famous reaction to Lincoln’s death is literally etched in stone: “Now he belongs to the ages.”
And so he does. The quiet of the horrific human toll of the Civil War —more than a half million Americans dead in their uniforms and many millions more suffering over their loss—has a heartbreaking immediacy. Pausing in the gloom where our sixteenth president lies almost mutes his ringing Gettysburg Address and the moral soaring of the Emancipation Proclamation beneath the echo of a line by poet Carl Sandburg: “When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin…in the dust, in the cool tombs.” To most Americans, Lincoln’s tomb is a melancholy shrine indeed—for as Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote in Little Foxes the year Lincoln died, “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.”
Back then it was only after seeing the assassinated president’s lanky body lying in a coffin that the American public realized in awe how unflappable he had stayed throughout those four years of civil terror. In his lifetime Lincoln had been belittled by many, even his friends mistaking his serenity for weakness. In death, however, his greatness became undeniable: seeing his remains returned in pomp to the common prairie soil, his citizens sobbed with the understanding that Lincoln had sacrificed himself for them and the nation. Under his stewardship all questions of division were settled: America was truly united and four million slaves freed. The collective recognition of the magnitude of these feats transformed Lincoln in retrospect into an American martyr for all time, a common man whose humility and forthrightness indeed forged a new nation. Sandburg once asked a railroad flagman to explain in just a few words why Lincoln was so beloved. Without hesitation the man replied: “He was humanity.”
After we filed out of the cool vault, I usually asked my students to sit in front of the monument and jot their sentiments and reflections down in notebooks. There was something redemptive about visiting Lincoln’s tomb in a group, the way there is in worshipping together with one’s fellow man in church where all are temporarily free of earthly burdens. One former student, Jared Goldman, summed up the feeling nicely in his journal: “All around me is free air, free sight. Abraham Lincoln sought the freedom of all people. It is fitting for this site to give such a sense of freedom that I want to sing ‘America the Beautiful. O beautiful for spacious skies.’ I am here. This is America and more than just a place for the dead to lie. It is peace and freedom.”
Strolling around the towering oaks through the gently rolling landscape of Oak Ridge Cemetery prompts a reconciliation with the past, a sense that the blood at Antietam and Shiloh and Gettysburg was not spilled in vain, that perhaps there is something to the myth that Lincoln was divinely sent to heal our nation by leading it undaunted through the divisive crisis over slavery that nearly tore it asunder.
But this sentiment fades in wandering past the headstones of the ordinary Americans who are also buried within the Oak Ridge Cemetery’s lonely manicured grounds. There’s something disturbing in the reflection that one will never know what Betty Potter or Jackson Lemmings did with their lives, whether they spent childhood in the Illinois backwoods or raised families in Chicago when it was just a hamlet. There may be more than 30,000 volumes on the Civil War in the Library of Congress alone, but nearly all the folks buried in the shadow of Abraham Lincoln’s tomb will remain ever invisible to history. Yet they too played roles in our great national drama, and their ghosts also surely linger in Springfield at midnight alongside those of Lincoln and Lindsay.
In the end, however, cemeteries are for the living. Nearly all the dead presidents in Who’s Buried in Grant’s Tomb? are interred in imposing mausoleums, some with eternal flames kept lit in their honor. This is a fine tradition—provided it doesn’t go too far. American presidents are not meant to be remembered with the grandeur accorded Egyptian pharaohs and French kings—our leaders rise not from royal pedigrees or dictatorial impulses but through hard work, patriotic conviction, and luck. Oak Ridge Cemetery is filled with Lindsay’s “Lincoln-hearted,” ordinary men and women with such an extraordinary belief in our great democratic experiment that it inspired them to build the United States into the strongest and freest nation in history. Thus it is that in some uniquely American way every grave at Oak Ridge seems as important as Lincoln’s in a country where citizenship is the highest honor of all.
Some years ago, during a sojourn at Princeton University, I decided to stroll around the local cemetery to visit the grave of Grover Cleveland, the twenty-second and twenty-fourth president of the United States—the only chief executive to serve non-consecutive terms and the only Democrat elected to the White House between James Buchanan in 1856 and Woodrow Wilson in 1912. I had always felt a certain fondness toward Cleveland, whose political career was characterized by commonsense conservatism and honesty in governance. It surprised me, therefore, that as I searched Princeton Cemetery for Cleveland’s grave I encountered not a single visitor there to pay their respects to this once towering political force. When I found the gravesite, I was further struck that there were no statues, no celebratory wreaths, no memorial bouquets of flowers—just a modest tombstone marking the resting place of the former president, his wife Frances, and their daughter Ruth. Textbook images of Grover Cleveland when he had served as the reformist mayor of Buffalo, New York, of when he took on the corruption of Tammany Hall, of how he handled the Pullman strike and the financial panic of 1893, flooded my brain in vain denial of the hard fact that this gigantic figure was no more than a pile of bones under the cold November ground of central New Jersey and had been for eighty years. Later, I came across something theologian Jonathan Edwards—who is also buried in Princeton Cemetery—wrote back in 1746 in his book Procrastination, “The bodies of those that made such a noise and tumult when alive, when dead, lie as quietly among the graves of their neighbors as any others.”
Another long-ago quote rang true during my visit to Princeton Cemetery, where I also sought out the grave of one of the great anti-heroes in American history: onetime Vice President Aaron Burr, who is best remembered for killing former Treasury Secretary Alexander Hamilton in an 1804 pistol duel. But as I stood at his gravesite instead of feeling animosity toward Burr, I was engulfed by an unexpected wave of compassion. I understood what Washington Irving had meant in 1820 when he wrote in The Sketch Book: “Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him.”
Cemeteries are some of the least appreciated, even most mocked, public spaces in America. Thus, when Brian Lamb first told me of his plan to write a book on presidential gravesites, I knew he would be in for a round of ridicule. After all, in 1948 supremely snide British writer Evelyn Waugh devoted an entire novel, The Loved One, to lampooning California’s famous Forest Lawn, barely disguised as Whispering Glades Memorial Park.
Waugh’s acetose satire of American cemeteries was published just a few years after his countryman Aldous Huxley’s novel After Many a Summer Dies the Swan, which also made sport of the promise of immortality that cemeteries like Forest Lawn were selling. Waugh and Huxley derided the “memorial park” as a harmful illusion designed to mask the reality of death, thus denying its purpose in society. In his 1947 Life magazine article “Death in Hollywood,” Waugh averred that death should remind “a highly civilized people that beauty [is] skin deep and pomp mortal.” He would not have thought much, it seems, of President John F. Kennedy’s eternal flame at Arlington National Cemetery. Rather, Waugh argued that at the Forest Lawns of America the body is not allowed to decay: instead, “it lives on, more chic in death than ever before, in its indestructible Class A steel-and-concrete shelf; the soul goes straight from the Slumber Room to Paradise, where it enjoys an endless infancy.”
One suspects that neither my Majic Bus visit to Lincoln’s grave nor Brian Lamb’s Who’s Buried in Grant’s Tomb? are the sort of enterprises of which Waugh and Huxley would have approved, sniffing as they would at the study of presidents’ deaths as an exercise in morbid triviality. But they were a couple of Anglocentric snobs feeding off California’s golden riches even while mocking the American way of doing everything, including death. Had they ever deigned to visit Ohio, how they would have snickered at the imposing Harding Tomb in Marion or the gargantuan McKinley Mausoleum in Canton—such ridiculous and meaningless sites. But what those blinded by cynicism fail to understand is that the purpose of a visit to, say, James Madison’s grave at Virginia’s Montpelier Station is not the mawkish worship of a founding father. No, a pilgrimage to a president’s grave is instead a way to pay quiet tribute to all of our glorious past, to thank the militiamen who lost their lives at Bunker Hill, to honor the oratory of Patrick Henry, to salute the valor of the men who died at Iwo Jima and Midway and a hundred other flyspeck islands in the Pacific. All presidents—no matter how well they performed in office—are revered by most Americans simply because they represent our grandest political traditions.
Ever since first president George Washington died on December 14, 1799, the United States has looked to its leaders’ funerals as a means to unite the nation. Partisan bickering is put in check, flags are flown at half-staff, and solo trumpeters blow taps from the Jefferson Memorial to Mt. McKinley. The death of a president is a time of collective mourning and national pulse-taking, a yardstick moment to reflect how far we’ve come and how much remains to be done before America truly becomes Massachusetts colonist John Winthrop’s “city upon a hill.”
As a quintessential American and a Hoosier who regularly strolls the grounds of Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis, where twenty-third president Benjamin Harrison is buried, C-SPAN founder Brian Lamb understands how presidents’ graves serve as guideposts to our past and why a moment of quiet reflection in such places nourishes the soul and fuels the historical imagination. It’s a way to make a connection with the lives of the individuals who helped shape our nation.
Lamb’s attraction to presidential burial sites does not arise from some odd fascination with entombment; he is not the least thanatophilic and has as healthy a fear of death as anyone. His interest is instead that of a serious student of American history who simply has come to learn that both the lives and deaths of presidents play a part in our national drama. After all, the deaths of Washington, Jefferson, Adams, Lincoln, FDR, and JFK surely rank among the most memorable days in American history.
Detailing these events makes an intriguing read as well as a useful reference work in the form of a guidebook that encourages the traveler to put historical cemeteries on their itineraries. More recent presidents including Herbert Hoover, Franklin Roosevelt, Dwight Eisenhower, and Richard Nixon are buried on the grounds of their respective presidential libraries, so their graves are just the capstone on an afternoon of learning. There is an added value to Arlington National Cemetery as well; in addition to John F. Kennedy’s tomb with its eternal flame, visitors can also pause at the final resting places of such diverse patriots as Omar Bradley, Medgar Evers, Oliver Wendell Holmes, George Marshall, William Howard Taft, and Earl Warren. And when we ponder all those endless rows of white crosses marking how many of our forebears lost their lives fighting for our freedom, we can’t help but be moved.
Enlightenment can be found at every presidential grave. It doesn’t matter what the various polls say about a past president’s rank by order of greatness, a consensus that usually puts Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and both Roosevelts at the top, with the likes of Hoover, Harding, and Nixon at the bottom.
What makes Who’s Buried in Grant’s Tomb? so refreshing is its avoidance of this poll-driven approach, instead giving all our past presidents equal billing in death; the chapter on Franklin Pierce is thus nearly as long as the one on Franklin Roosevelt. Of course, this egalitarianism will come as no surprise to C-SPAN viewers familiar with the network’s dispassionate, straight-down-the-middle style. In this book, refraining from favoritism allows C-SPAN to pay homage to the institution of the presidency and not just to the extraordinary individuals who have staffed it.
And the folks at C-SPAN are right: visiting any one of the presidents’ gravesites provides just as perfect an opportunity to meditate on the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, on slavery and emancipation, on agrarianism and industrialism—on any event, large or small, that ever contributed to the forging of our nation. For great thoughts are inspired by contemplating the lives of great men, and every American president has been great in having the supreme courage to take on the job. As Theodore Roosevelt declared in an often quoted speech at the Sorbonne in Paris on April 23, 1910, “It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood….”
After all, the White House is the zenith of American ambition, attained by only a rare few of those bold enough to seek it. By succeeding in the highest arena, our presidents have earned their places as what Ralph Waldo Emerson called “inextinguishable beings.”
Shortly after the death of Abraham Lincoln, Henry Ward Beecher, pastor of Brooklyn, New York’s Plymouth Church, echoed Emerson’s distinction in a sermon on the newly filled tomb in Springfield. “Four years ago, O’ Illinois, we took from your midst an untried man and from among the people,” Beecher intoned. “We return him to you a mighty conqueror. Not thine any more, but the nation’s; not ours but the world’s. Give him place, O’ ye prairies. In the midst of this great continent his dust shall rest, a sacred treasure to myriads who shall pilgrim to that shrine to kindle anew their zeal and patriotism.”
Due to 24/7 TV coverage of presidential funerals, the recent deaths of Ronald Reagan and Gerald Ford have become coronations. Anybody who ever shook hands with Reagan or Ford became a prime interview candidate. For both men, long film tribute biographies were aired over and over again on the networks. Reagan and Ford were honored more in death than in life. The joke, “Who’s buried in Grant’s tomb?” just doesn’t work anymore; the new parlor room game by the year 2000 was what major American politician wasn’t at the presidential memorial service. In death, modern U.S. presidents are guaranteed to get an upward revision by the general public. They are our own version of royalty. And the presidential tombs are routinely visited by school groups and campers, curiosity seekers and scholars, tourists and wanderers. Onlookers pause, if only for a moment, to pay private homage at the graves of the bold, often flawed men who have led our nation. Somehow at these final presidential resting places the pageant of democracy flourishes.
Remember me as you pass by
As you are now, so once was I,
As I am now so you must be
Prepare for death and follow me.
—Traditional epitaph
Appendices
Appendix A
Presidents Who Died in Office
President |
Date of Death |
Place of Death |
William Henry Harrison |
April 4, 1841 |
Washington, D.C. |
Zachary Taylor |
July 9, 1850 |
Washington, D.C. |
Abraham Lincoln (assassinated) |
April 15, 1865 |
Washington, D.C. |
James Garfield (assassinated) |
September 19, 1881 |
Elberon, New Jersey |
William McKinley (assassinated) |
September 14, 1901 |
Buffalo, New York |
Warren G. Harding |
August 2, 1923 |
San Francisco, California |
Franklin Delano Roosevelt |
April 12, 1945 |
Warm Springs, Georgia |
John F. Kennedy (assassinated) |
November 22, 1963 |
Dallas, Texas |
Source: Presidential Fact Book
Appendix B
Presidents’ Length of Retirement after Leaving Office
President |
Retirement |
James K. Polk |
103 days |
Chester A. Arthur |
1 year, 260 days |
George Washington |
2 years, 285 days |
Woodrow Wilson |
2 years, 337 days |
Calvin Coolidge |
3 years, 308 days |
Lyndon Baines Johnson |
4 years, 2 days |
James Monroe |
6 years, 122 days |
Andrew Johnson |
6 years, 149 days |
James Buchanan |
7 years, 89 days |
Benjamin Harrison |
8 years, 9 days |
Dwight D. Eisenhower |
8 years, 67 days |
Andrew Jackson |
8 years, 96 days |
Ulysses S. Grant |
8 years, 141 days |
Theodore Roosevelt |
9 years, 309 days |
Grover Cleveland |
11 years, 112 days (after second term) |
Rutherford B. Hayes |
11 years, 319 days |
Franklin Pierce |
12 years, 218 days |
John Tyler |
16 years, 320 days |
William Howard Taft |
17 years, 4 days |
Thomas Jefferson. |
17 years, 122 days |
John Quincy Adams |
18 years, 356 days |
James Madison |
19 years, 116 days |
Richard Nixon |
19 years, 256 days |
Harry S. Truman |
19 years, 340 days |
Millard Fillmore. |
21 years, 4 days |
Martin Van Buren |
21 years, 142 days |
John Adams |
25 years, 122 days |
Herbert Hoover |
31 years, 231 days |
Gerald R. Ford |
29 years, 342 days |
Jimmy Carter |
——— |
Ronald Reagan |
15 years, 137 days |
George Bush |
——— |
William Jefferson Clinton |
——— |
George W. Bush |
— |
Barack Obama |
——— |
Appendix C
Presidents and Their Wives: Dates of Death and Places of Burial
George Washington
December 14, 1799; 67 years, 295 days; Mount Vernon Estate, Mount Vernon, Virginia
Martha Custis Washington
May 22, 1802; 70 years, 335 days; Mount Vernon Estate, Mount Vernon, Virginia
John Adams
July 4, 1826; 90 years, 247 days; United First Parish Church, Quincy, Massachusetts
Abigail Smith Adams
October 28, 1818; 73 years, 351 days; United First Parish Church, Quincy, Massachusetts
Thomas Jefferson
July 4, 1826; 83 years, 82 days; Monticello, Charlottesville, Virginia
Martha Skelton Jefferson
September 6, 1782; 33 years, 322 days; Monticello, Charlottesville, Virginia
James Madison
June 28, 1836; 85 years, 104 days; Montpelier Estate, Montpelier Station, Virginia
Dolley Madison
July 12, 1849; 81 years, 53 days; Montpelier Estate, Montpelier Station, Virginia
James Monroe
July 4, 1831; 73 years, 67 days; Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Virginia
Elizabeth Kortright Monroe
September 23, 1830; 62 years, 85 days; Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Virginia
John Quincy Adams
February 23, 1848; 80 years, 227 days; United First Parish Church, Quincy, Massachusetts
Louisa Catherine Johnson Adams
May 14, 1852; 77 years, 91 days; United First Parish Church, Quincy, Massachusetts
Andrew Jackson
June 8, 1845; 78 years, 85 days; The Hermitage, Hermitage, Tennessee
Rachel Donelson Robards Jackson
December 22, 1828; 61 years, 190 days; The Hermitage, Hermitage, Tennessee
Martin Van Buren
July 24, 1862; 79 years, 231 days; Kinderhook Reformed Cemetery, Kinderhook, New York
Hannah Hoes Van Buren
February 5, 1819; 35 years, 334 days; Kinderhook Reformed Cemetery, Kinderhook, New York
William Henry Harrison
April 4, 1841; 68 years, 54 days; Harrison Tomb, North Bend, Ohio
Anna Tuthill Symmes Harrison
February 25, 1864; 88 years, 215 days; Harrison Tomb, North Bend, Ohio
John Tyler
January 18, 1862; 71 years, 295 days; Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Virginia
1st Wife: Letitia Christian Tyler
September 10, 1842; 51 years, 302 days; Cedar Grove, New Kent County, Virginia
2nd Wife: Julia Gardiner Tyler
July 10, 1889; 69 years, 67 days; Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Virginia
James K. Polk
June 15, 1849; 53 years, 225 days; State Capitol, Nashville, Tennessee
Sarah Childress Polk
August 14, 1891; 87 years, 344 days; State Capitol, Nashville, Tennessee
Zachary Taylor
July 9, 1850; 65 years, 227 days; Zachary Taylor National Cemetery, Louisville, Kentucky
Margaret Mackall Smith Taylor
August 18, 1852; 63 years, 331 days; Zachary Taylor National Cemetery, Louisville, Kentucky
Millard Fillmore
March 8, 1874; 74 years, 60 days; Forest Lawn Cemetery, Buffalo, New York
1st Wife: Abigail Powers Fillmore
March 30, 1853; 55 years, 17 days; Forest Lawn Cemetery, Buffalo, New York
2nd Wife: Caroline Carmichael McIntosh Fillmore
August 11, 1881; 67 years, 294 days; Forest Lawn Cemetery, Buffalo, New York
Franklin Pierce
October 8, 1869; 64 years, 319 days; Old North Cemetery, Concord, New Hampshire
Jane Means Appleton Pierce
December 2,1863; 57 years, 265 days; Old North Cemetery, Concord, New Hampshire
James Buchanan
June 1, 1868; 77 years, 40 days; Woodward Hill Cemetery, Lancaster, Pennsylvania
Abraham Lincoln
April 15, 1865; 56 years, 62 days; Oak Ridge Cemetery, Springfield, Illinois
Mary Todd Lincoln
July 16, 1882: 63 years, 215 days; Oak Ridge Cemetery, Springfield, Illinois
Andrew Johnson
July 31, 1875; 66 years, 214 days; Andrew Johnson National Cemetery, Greeneville, Tennessee
Eliza McCardle Johnson
January 15, 1876; 65 years, 103 days; Andrew Johnson National Cemetery, Greeneville, Tennessee
Ulysses S. Grant
July 23, 1885; 63 years, 87 days; General Grant National Memorial, New York, New York
Julia Boggs Dent Grant
December 14, 1902; 76 years, 322 days; General Grant National Memorial, New York, New York
Rutherford B. Hayes
January 17, 1893; 70 years, 105 days; Hayes Presidential Center, Fremont, Ohio
Lucy Ware Webb Hayes
June 25, 1889; 57 years, 301 days; Hayes Presidential Center, Fremont, Ohio
James Garfield
September 19, 1881; 49 years, 304 days; Lake View Cemetery, Cleveland, Ohio
Lucretia Rudolph Garfield
March 14, 1918; 85 years, 329 days; Lake View Cemetery, Cleveland, Ohio
Chester Arthur
November 18, 1886; 57 years, 44 days; Albany Rural Cemetery, Albany, New York
Ellen Herndon Arthur
January 12, 1880; 42 years, 135 days; Albany Rural Cemetery, Albany, New York
Grover Cleveland
June 24, 1908; 71 years, 98 days; Princeton Cemetery, Princeton, New Jersey
Frances Folsom Cleveland
October 29, 1947; 83 years, 100 days; Princeton Cemetery, Princeton, New Jersey
Benjamin Harrison
March 13, 1901; 67 years, 205 days; Crown Hill Cemetery, Indianapolis, Indiana
1st Wife: Caroline Lavinia Scott Harrison
October 25, 1892; 60 years, 24 days; Crown Hill Cemetery, Indianapolis, Indiana
2nd Wife: Mary Lord Dimmick Harrison
January 5, 1948; 89 years, 250 days; Crown Hill Cemetery, Indianapolis, Indiana
William McKinley
September 14, 1901; 58 years, 228 days; McKinley National Memorial and Museum, Canton, Ohio
Ida Saxton McKinley
May 26, 1907; 59 years, 352 days; McKinley National Memorial and Museum, Canton, Ohio
Theodore Roosevelt
January 6, 1919; 60 years, 71 days; Young’s Memorial Cemetery, Oyster Bay, New York
1st Wife: Alice Hathaway Lee Roosevelt
February 14, 1884; 22 years, 192 days; Greenwood Cemetery, Cambridge, Massachusetts
2nd Wife: Edith Carow Roosevelt
September 30, 1948; 87 years, 45 days; Young’s Memorial Cemetery, Oyster Bay, New York
William Howard Taft
March 8, 1930; 72 years, 174 days; Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia
Helen Herron Taft
May 22, 1943; 82 years, 140 days; Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia
Woodrow Wilson
February 3, 1924; 67 years, 36 days; Washington National Cathedral, Washington, D.C.
1st Wife: Ellen Louise Axson Wilson
August 6, 1914; 54 years, 83 days; Myrtle Hill Cemetery, Rome, Georgia
2nd Wife: Edith Bolling Galt Wilson
December 28, 1961; 89 years, 64 days; Washington National Cathedral, Washington, D.C.
Warren G. Harding
August 2, 1923; 57 years, 273 days; Harding Tomb, Marion, Ohio
Florence Kling Harding
November 21, 1924; 64 years, 98 days; Harding Tomb, Marion, Ohio
Calvin Coolidge
January 5, 1933; 60 years, 185 days; Plymouth Cemetery, Plymouth, Vermont
Grace Anna Goodhue Coolidge
July 8, 1957; 78 years, 186 days; Plymouth Cemetery, Plymouth, Vermont
Herbert Hoover
October 20, 1964; 90 years, 71 days; Herbert Hoover Library and Birthplace, West Branch, Iowa
Lou Henry Hoover
January 7, 1944; 69 years, 284 days; Herbert Hoover Library and Birthplace, West Branch, Iowa
Franklin Delano Roosevelt
April 12, 1945; 63 years, 72 days; Franklin Roosevelt Library and Museum, Hyde Park, New York
Eleanor Roosevelt
November 7, 1962; 78 years, 27 days; Franklin Roosevelt Library and Museum, Hyde Park, New York
Harry S. Truman
December 26, 1972; 88 years, 232 days; Harry S. Truman Library, Independence, Missouri
Elizabeth “Bess” Virginia Wallace Truman
October 18, 1982; 97 years, 247 days; Harry S. Truman Library, Independence, Missouri
Dwight D. Eisenhower
March 28, 1969; 78 years, 165 days; Dwight D. Eisenhower Library and Museum, Abilene, Kansas
Marie “Mamie” Genevea Doud Eisenhower
November 1, 1979; 82 years, 352 days; Dwight D. Eisenhower Library and Museum, Abilene, Kansas
John F. Kennedy
November 22, 1963; 46 years, 177 days; Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia
Jacqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis
May 19, 1994; 64 years, 295 days; Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia
Lyndon Baines Johnson
January 22, 1973; 64 years, 148 days; LBJ Ranch, Johnson City, Texas
Claudia Alta “Lady Bird” Johnson
July 11, 2007; 94 years, 202 days; LBJ Ranch, Johnson City, Texas
Richard Nixon
April 22, 1994; 81 years, 104 days; Richard Nixon Library and Birthplace, Yorba Linda, California
Patricia Ryan Nixon
June 22, 1993; 81 years, 98 days; Richard Nixon Library and Birthplace, Yorba Linda, California
Gerald Ford
December 26, 2006; 93 years, 165 days; Gerald R. Ford Presidential Museum, Grand Rapids, Michigan
Elizabeth “Betty” Bloomer Ford—
Jimmy Carter—
Rosalynn Smith Carter—
Ronald Reagan
June 5, 2004; 93 years, 120 days; Ronald Reagan Presidential Library, Simi Valley, California
1st Wife: Jane Wyman
September 10, 2007; 90 years, 248 days; Forest Lawn Cemetery, Cathedral City, California
2nd Wife: Nancy Davis Reagan—
George Bush—
Barbara Pierce Bush—
William Jefferson Clinton—
Hillary Rodham Clinton—
George W. Bush—
Laura Welch Bush—
Barack Obama—
Michelle Robinson Obama—
Appendix D
Vice Presidents and Their Gravesites
Administration |
Vice President |
Washington |
|
1789-1797 |
1. John Adams, Federalist |
J. Adams |
|
1797-1801 |
2. Thomas Jefferson, Democratic- Republican |
Jefferson |
|
1801-1805 |
3. Aaron Burr, Democratic-Republican |
1805-1809 |
4. George Clinton, Democratic- Republican |
Buried: Old Dutch Churchyard |
|
Madison |
|
1809-1812 |
4. George Clinton, Democratic- Republican |
See above. |
|
1813-1814 |
5. Elbridge Gerry, Democratic- Republican |
1814-1817 |
No vice president. |
Monroe |
|
1817-1825 |
6. Daniel D. Tompkins, |
Buried: St. Mark’s Church-in-the-Bowery |
|
J.Q. Adams |
|
1825-1829 |
7. John C. Calhoun, Democratic- Republican |
Taylor |
|
1849-1850 |
12. Millard Fillmore, Whig |
Fillmore |
|
1850-1853 |
No vice president. |
Pierce |
|
1853 |
13. William R. King, Democrat |
1853-1857 |
No vice president. |
Buchanan |
|
1857-1861 |
14. John C. Breckinridge, Democrat |
Lincoln |
|
1861-1865 |
15. Hannibal Hamlin, Republican |
1865 |
16. Andrew Johnson, Republican |
A. Johnson |
|
1865-1869 |
No vice president. |
Grant |
|
1869-1873 |
17. Schuyler Colfax, Republican |
1873-1875 |
18. Henry Wilson, Republican |
1875-1877 |
No vice president. |
Hayes |
|
1877-1881 |
19. William A. Wheeler, Republican |
Garfield |
|
1881 |
20. Chester A. Arthur, Republican |
Arthur |
|
1881-1885 |
No vice president. |
Cleveland |
|
1885 |
21. Thomas A. Hendricks, Democrat |
1885-1889 |
No vice president. |
B. Harrison |
|
1889-1893 |
22. Levi P. Morton, Republican |
Cleveland |
|
1893-1897 |
23. Adlai E. Stevenson, Democrat |
McKinley |
|
1897-1899 |
24. Garret A. Hobart, Republican |
1901 |
25. Theodore Roosevelt, Republican |
T. Roosevelt |
|
1901-1905 |
No vice president. |
1905-1909 |
26. Charles W. Fairbanks, Republican |
Taft |
|
1909-1912 |
27. James S. Sherman, Republican |
Wilson |
|
1913-1921 |
28. Thomas R. Marshall, Democrat |
Harding |
|
1921-1923 |
29. Calvin Coolidge, Republican |
Coolidge |
|
1923-1925 |
No vice president. |
1925-1929 |
30. Charles G. Dawes, Republican |
Hoover |
|
1929-1933 |
31. Charles Curtis, Republican |
F. Roosevelt |
|
1933-1941 |
32. John N. Garner, Democrat |
1941-1945 |
33. Henry A. Wallace, Democrat |
Buried: Glendale Cemetery |
|
1945 |
34. Harry S. Truman, Democrat |
Truman |
|
1945-1949 |
No vice president. |
1949-1953 |
35. Alben W. Barkley, Democrat W. |
Eisenhower |
|
1953-1961 |
36. Richard M. Nixon, Republican |
Kennedy |
|
1961-1963 |
37. Lyndon Baines Johnson, Democrat |
L. Johnson |
|
1963-1965 |
No vice president. |
1965-1969 |
38. Hubert H. Humphrey, Democrat |
Nixon |
|
1969-1973 |
39. Spiro T. Agnew, Republican |
1973-1974 |
40. Gerald R. Ford, Republican |
Ford |
|
1974-1977 |
41. Nelson Rockefeller, Republican |
Carter |
|
1977-1981 |
42. Walter Mondale, Democrat |
Reagan |
|
1981-1989 |
43. George H.W. Bush, Republican |
G.H.W. Bush |
|
1989-1993 |
44. J. Danforth Quayle, Republican |
Clinton |
|
1993-2001 |
45. Albert A. Gore Jr., Democrat |
G.W. Bush |
|
2001-2009 |
46. Richard B. Cheney, Republican |
Obama |
|
2009- |
47. Joseph R. Biden Jr., Democrat |
Appendix E
Presidential and Vice Presidential Gravesites by State
New York
Martin Van Buren: P, VP
Millard Fillmore: P, VP
Ulysses S. Grant: P
Chester Arthur: P, VP
Theodore Roosevelt: P, VP
Franklin Delano Roosevelt: P
George Clinton: VP
Daniel D. Tompkins: VP
William A. Wheeler: VP
Levi P. Morton: VP
James S. Sherman: VP
Nelson A. Rockefeller: VP
Virginia
George Washington: P
Thomas Jefferson: P, VP
James Madison: P
James Monroe: P
John Tyler: P, VP
William Howard Taft: P
John F. Kennedy: P
Indiana
Benjamin Harrison: P
Schuyler Colfax: VP
Thomas A. Hendricks: VP
Charles W. Fairbanks: VP
Thomas R. Marshall: VP
Kentucky
Zachary Taylor: P
Richard M. Johnson: VP
John C. Breckinridge: VP
Alben W. Barkley: VP
Ohio
William Henry Harrison: P
Rutherford B. Hayes: P
James Garfield: P
William McKinley: P
Warren G. Harding: P
New Jersey
Grover Cleveland: P
Aaron Burr: VP
Garret A. Hobart: VP
Massachusetts
John Adams: P, VP
John Quincy Adams: P
Henry Wilson: VP
Tennessee
Andrew Jackson: P
James K. Polk: P
Andrew Johnson: P, VP
Illinois
Abraham Lincoln: P
Charles G. Dawes: VP
Adlai E. Stevenson: VP
California
Richard Nixon: P, VP
Ronald Reagan: P
Iowa
Herbert Hoover: P
Henry A. Wallace: VP
Kansas
Dwight D. Eisenhower: P
Charles Curtis: VP
Pennsylvania
James Buchanan: P
George M. Dallas: VP
Texas
Lyndon Baines Johnson: P, VP
John Nance Garner: VP
Washington, D.C.
Woodrow Wilson: P
Elbridge Gerry: VP
Alabama
William R. King: VP
Maine
Hannibal Hamlin: VP
Maryland
Spiro T. Agnew: VP
Michigan
Gerald Ford: P, VP
Minnesota
Hubert H. Humphrey: VP
Missouri
Harry S. Truman: P, VP
New Hampshire
Franklin Pierce: P
South Carolina
John C. Calhoun: VP
Vermont
Calvin Coolidge: P, VP
Appendix F
Presidential Libraries
Concerned about the number of papers generated during his term in office, Franklin D. Roosevelt came up with the idea of establishing a presidential library to be administered by the National Archives. Today ten presidential libraries are run through the National Archives. The three exceptions are the Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Center, which opened in 1916, the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library, which is administered by the Illinois Historic Preservation Agency, and the Richard Nixon Library and Birthplace which is privately held; Nixon’s papers are at the National Archives in College Park, Maryland.
Presidential Library |
Estimated Annual Visitors |
Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library |
400,000 |
scheduled to open in November, 2002 |
|
Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Center |
50,000 |
Herbert Hoover Presidential Library and Museum |
52,000 |
Franklin D. Roosevelt Library and Museum |
113,000 |
Harry S. Truman Library |
100,000 |
Dwight D. Eisenhower Library and Museum |
70,000 |
John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum |
212,000 |
Lyndon B. Johnson Library |
257,813 |
Richard Nixon Library and Birthplace |
131,522 |
Gerald R. Ford Museum |
110,000 |
Gerald R. Ford Library |
4,000 |
The Jimmy Carter Presidential Library and Museum |
47,374 |
The Ronald Reagan Presidential Library and Museum |
380,000 |
The George Bush Presidential Library and Museum |
150,000 |
William J. Clinton Presidential Library and Museum |
N/A |
Estimated annual visitors based on 2008 numbers. |
|
For additional information: |
Numbers for estimated annual visitors supplied by each library/museum.