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Introduction of Staff Readers – Book #7: Going Home to Glory

Tuesday, April 12th, 2011
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Meet the PTPI staff readers for the latest Global Book Club selection, Going Home to Glory by David Eisenhower with Julie Nixon Eisenhower. Get to know them here and stay tuned for the first book club discussion.

Cindy Spake, Executive Associate to Mary Jean Eisenhower/Director, Landmine Initiative

Cindy Spake

In 1983 I became part of the PTPI family when Ambassador Jay Niemczyk hired me as the receptionist. I have since worked in various departments – travel, chapters, publications and currently as Mary Jean Eisenhower’s Executive Associate, and Director, Global Landmine Initiative.  Little did I know at the time that PTPI would afford me the opportunity to travel the world and meet fascinating people that I had only read about in newspapers or had seen on television.  What a gift.  What first appealed to me was an interest in PTPI’s founder, Dwight D. Eisenhower.

My father served as a Marine in the Pacific theater during WWII and I’m always eager to learn more about what Tom Brokaw s so aptly named “The Greatest Generation.”  The more I learned about General Eisenhower, the more I realized that while their experiences were obviously quite different during the war, both he and my father endured unspeakable horrors.  Still today, my father is reluctant to share his wartime experiences.  In war, their generation was united in the belief that such atrocities must never be repeated. From that, President Eisenhower envisioned our PTPI organization to break down barriers of misunderstanding and distrust.

This book attracted me because in working so closely with Mary I have the privilege to hear some of her personal remembrances of her grandparents. I was interested to gain the perspective from her oldest sibling, David, who offers a fascinating glimpse into the life of a man who helped to change the course of history.

Outside of PTPI, I enjoy spending time with my husband and pets, movies, music, theater, all things related to animals and, specifically, animal rescue.

Katherine Hubbard, Manager, Student Conferences

Katherine Hubbard

After reading about General Eisenhower’s WWII experiences, the other readers and I spent time talking about our own grandfathers’ war-time service.  Both of my grandfathers’ fought in the Pacific theater during World War II, and neither EVER spoke of it.  I can specifically remember one day when my Granddad had left to run errands, my Grandmother brought out a tub containing elements of his uniform, his medals and various memorabilia.  As I pored through the relics, captivated, I remember her telling me not to mention to him that I had seen any of it.

Though I wish that my grandfathers’ had been willing to share about their WWII service, I understand their desire to leave those experiences in the past.  Though their stories are markedly different, I am grateful to General Eisenhower and other veterans (like Louie Zamperini from last quarter’s book) who have found the words to convey that important part of history with us all.

Betsy Warfield, Coordinator of Special Programs

Betsy Warfield

Hi book clubbers!  I started at PTPI this past April and have enjoyed every minute. Currently I work with our adult programs and help with our chapters in the Asia Pacific region. Although I am originally from Lincoln, Nebraska, I graduated from Rockhurst University in Kansas City and have been calling it home ever since. Now that I am out of school I have found myself with a number of new hobbies.  I enjoy baking, cooking, reading, exploring the world, sitting at coffee shops, music and art of any kind (especially photography and painting).

I thoroughly enjoyed reading Going Home to Glory. It gave me a greater understanding of General Eisenhower, an inside look at the era in which he lived, the life of a former president and the relationships in which he grew.  I saw a lot of my own grandfather in Eisenhower, from waking up early and having a very set schedule each day, to the advice he constantly gave his grandchildren, to being a hero of the war he rarely spoke of. After the war, men were admired for their talents in the military.  General Eisenhower was admired as a military leader and hero; his talents were quickly consumed in the political arena where he had instant respect and credibility.  As a war hero he was a trusted leader, and his presidency magnified his contribution to society.

On a smaller scale, my grandfather did the same thing. The Air Force heightened my grandfather’s maturity and sense of reasoning. Like many men when they returned from the war, he sought leadership roles where he could continue to contribute and make a difference in society and to his family. To me, a grandparent’s love is one of the most amazing things in the world, this book really made me miss my grandpa, who will forever be one of my best and most dear friends.

People to People International’s Global Book Club is a way to connect with your global community. Global Book Club members communicate about valuable, international topics and gain unique insight and understanding of various cultural views in relation to those topics. For more information on People to People International, visit www.ptpi.org.

The opinions expressed by PTPI staff and other book club members are entirely their own and are not necessarily the views of  PTPI or its Officers, Board of Directors and Board of Trustees.

Announcing Book #7 – Global Book Club

Friday, April 1st, 2011
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Today we announce our seventh Global Book Club selection: Going Home to Glory: A Memoir of Life with Dwight D. Eissenhower, 1961-1969 by David Eisenhower with Julie Nixon Eisenhower. Read more about David and Julie, their book, and see photos on The Washington Post.

Register today to learn about Global Book Club books in advance, and to receive resources to enhance your reading experience.

For each book chosen by Mary Jean Eisenhower, our president/CEO, we will have three staff members reading along and sharing thoughts here on the PTPI Blog. Stay tuned! Discussion questions prepared by PTPI staff will be posted next week.

There are many ways to become involved. Serve as the founder of a PTPI book club within your community or chapter; read along individually and post thoughts on the PTPI Blog; or take our suggested books to your existing book club.

To learn more about People to People International, visit www.ptpi.org

What Kind of Gift Do You Give the President?

Thursday, December 23rd, 2010
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Especially when the President is “Granddad” – A Holiday Remembrance by Mary Jean Eisenhower:

One Christmas season, my Mom held court with the “kids” in the east family living area of the White House.  ”Kids” was the name Granddad referred to us by, but one that Mimi didn’t like as she took the word “kid” literally as a baby goat.

In conducting this meeting, Mom noted that the President and First Lady of the United States had anything they could possibly need or want for Christmas, and informed us that we were going to put on a pageant for them.  Julia, my favorite of the upstairs maids after Delores, was beside her and prepared to do what was necessary to assist in the production of this pageant.  My thoughts immediately drifted as I thought I didn’t care who the President and First Lady were, she was talking about Mimi and Granddad, something that took me a minute to reconcile and grasp that they were indeed one and the same.  The rest of my siblings seemed to understand, which was normal when it came to getting a grip on what we were living.

The Eisenhower Family at Christmas in the White House. Mary Jean Eisenhower is in front, holding her grandmother Mamie Eisenhower's hand.

The east living area in the family quarters bore a colonial American light red and white pattern.  The grand Georgian window there also had a recess that served nicely as a counter stage to its mate on the west side of the living area as mom choreographed what we would be doing on our home stage.

Mom was a detail person when it came to such productions; this particular show was no exception.  She took starched, crisp white percale sheets, customized their size, cut holes in the middle of them, and lined the holes with silver garland to serve as a neckline.  The rest of the sheet flowed loosely to our bodies.  Then she crafted angel wings out of white cardboard and silver sparkles, and halos out of rounded metal coat hangers and more garland.  This wasn’t enough for our presentation – she then took strands of twinkle lights and wrapped them around the four halos already clad in garland.

We had a couple of “fittings” before dress rehearsal, which were annoying because she made us stand still so that the hemlines would be straight. When the costumes were on the players (my brother, two sisters and me,) she ran the wire from our halos down our sleeves and out. The wires were then hooked up to “D” size batteries, which were covered by wax paper and had a cardboard flame on the top: candle disguises. She rigged a button on the bottom of the “candles” which made the twinklers light. We were to press the buttons to make the halos twinkle during the songs we sang.

After a dress rehearsal and a couple of weeks of practice on the pageant, it was show time. Mom lined us up by size: David first, Anne, Susan and then me, the usual order. We commenced on the west side of the second floor. The hallway lights were turned completely out. Mom stood at the side of our procession directing us. We started our way from the west side and made our way down the oversized corridor to the east side.

The Eisenhower family poses in front of the Christmas tree at the White House. Mary Jean Eisenhower is in front, third from left.

The first song we sang was “Silent Night” followed by other traditional carols. We appeared as four little angles as we made our way down the corridor, singing, twinkling, pacing slowly past the Lincoln bedroom on our right, the Queen’s room on our left, past the social sitting groups of sofas and coffee tables adorned with crystal fodder which shot beautiful colors in the off light while reflecting our twinkles, past granddad’s nap room, on the left, past the elevator and Granddad’s artist studio on the right and in to the east area where Daddy, Mimi and Granddad sat anticipating our entrance. I was utterly mesmerized; this really was Christmas with all the glow of the nighttime books and fairytales that had been read to me. I am sure that was one of, if not the sole time the four of us bore the title “Angel” at the same time.

When it was over, Granddad and Mimi jumped from their chairs, the lights went on just before they gave us huge hugs with bursting smiles, one at a time, looking us straight in the eyes, making each of us feel special, as they told us it was the best pageant they had seen – ever. It felt glorious. Sugar plums danced that evening amongst the crisp starched sheets while the smell of Christmas and Santa prepped me for the next morning, which would continue the magic of the eve we had just lived – together.