Alonzo Fields - My 21 Years in the White House

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MY 21 YEARS IN THE WHITE HOUSE

ALONZO FIELDS

My 21 Years in the White House was originally published in 1960 by Coward-McCann, Inc., New York.

To my wife Edna, my daughter Virginia

and

my grand-daughters Victoria and Andrea

Contents

I want to express my deepest appreciation to former President Harry S. Truman for the encouragement he gave me when I told him that I was going to write a book about my experiences in the White House. I did not, of course, consult Mr. Truman on anything I have written.

I am grateful to William Hillman who has been my sponsor and guide through the many intricacies of writing and publishing.

I wish, too, to acknowledge the help of Laura Lou Brookman and Peter Briggs of The Ladies Home Journal and of Thomas P. Coffey, my editor at Coward-McCann.

APPENDIX 1. GIFT WINES AFTER THE REPEAL

APPENDIX 2. FAVORITE MENUS I PLANNED FOR THE WHITE HOUSE

FOR more than twenty-one years I served the White House as butler, chief butler and matre dhtel. Beginning in October, 1931, through February, 1953, I planned and directed all the family, state, and social functions of four Presidents and kept the inventories of china, glassware, table linens, and silverware. The famous gold service was in my trust; and believe me, no one left the pantry until each piece was accounted for after a dinner party. As the matre dhtel, I was further required to plan all the menus and direct the activities of the butlers and the kitchen.

In these years I came in contact with kings, queens, prime ministers, princes, princesses, generals, admirals; labor, political, race, and church leaders; and some of the rabble-rousers. In this book I shall try to cite many of these men and women as they impressed me.

I will also speak of the satisfactions and advantages of my job and of the opportunities that surpassed those I might have had anywhere else in the world. I should first of all say that working in the White House was not my first dream or ambition. I had always wanted to be a concert singer and it took a lot of wrenching to get this artistic streak out of my system. As a matter of fact, I am not sure that I ever got it completely out of my system.

In a way perhaps it was the artistic viewpoint that helped me adjust to life with the Presidents. I believed that in a small way I was a part of history; I felt that I was playing some role for the man who holds the greatest job in the world. I constantly kept this thought before myself during the whole time I worked in the White House until it became almost a sense of dedication.

As I always told the Negro servants and dining room help that worked for me, Boys, remember that we are helping to make history. We have a small part, perhaps a menial part, but they cant do much here without us. Theyve got to eat, you know. Some, of course, thought that this was a joke. But I still kept up my preaching.

What gave me the greatest satisfaction during my years in the White House was the opportunity to observe people, the most influential people in the world in our time. Ive always been interested in looking at people and studying them to see why they are different. I know that many people are cynical about our leaders and think they are all out for themselves, but Ive seen the sacrifices that these leaders make. This confirmed me in my belief that the greatest value in life is really sacrificesacrifice for what we believe is right and for what will help the people of the world.

Perhaps the most important advantage of working in the White House was that I felt more attached to my country, got to know it and love it better, and acquired a sense of its destiny. After a while I was able to feel that destiny at work among the nations of the world. My pride increased daily in what a great country we have, and in its outstanding founders and leaders. As I look back over twenty-one years in the White House, I am very happy that I was able to serve at so important a place in so critical a period in our history. Just think what a time it was and what a privilege it was for me to watch some of the most important men and events at such an intimate range.

HOW did I get this position? Did I prepare and plan for such a career? No, I did not plan, nor had I ever entertained the least thought of being so close to the great men and women of this era.

How I got my job in the White House is a long and involved storyand one that led not through the front but the back door of the great building in which I spent the best part of my life. I was born in Lyles, in Gibson County, Indiana, which is about five miles from Princeton, the county seat, and about one hundred and twenty miles east of St. Louis. Lyles was an all-colored community with a post office, general store, church, picnic grounds, school and a baseball diamond. The trains between Louisville and St. Louis could be flagged down twice a day, for Lyles was a center for farmers to ship corn, wheat, stock and food produce.

My father kept the general store and ran an agency for the flour mills at Princeton. Dad was born in Spencer County, Kentucky, near Owensboro. He was a farm boy and lived on the farm until his family moved to Indiana. In Indiana he worked on the family farm then opened a business in groceries which later became the general store, and finally went to Washington on a political appointment in the Post Office Department, where he was a custodian. My mother kept a boardinghouse for the railroad section hands. She was born in Indiana on the farm through which her great-grandfather had given the railroad company the right of way on condition that the community would benefit by having the east-and west-bound trains stop there twice a day.

Father was the organizer and director of the only military-trained, colored brass band in the southern part of Indiana. Brass bands were popular in those days for Sunday-afternoon concerts, picnics, and parades.

The general store was the center of activities. In the summer there were band practice and drilling once a week, horseshoe pitching and tall tales by railroad section hands and farm hands. In the long winter nights there were always band practice, politics, checkers, and still taller tales, mostly about hunting and the wisdom of some old hound dog. Some of the older men had been slaves and served in the Civil War, and some of the younger men had been in the Spanish-American War. A youngster, listening, would not want to go to bed.

One of the men had been a sergeant in the Negro cavalry which charged up San Juan Hill in Cuba to help Teddy Roosevelt and his Roughriders out of a tight spot. He never related much about the actual fighting, but the meeting of Teddy Roosevelt he never stopped talking about. The sergeant would always finish his evening performance by saying, Just think. He is now the President of these United States and on top of the world without any worries.