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I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him to cause such a drastic change.🤓🤓
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✍️This is us grant.🤓
I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him to cause such a drastic change.🤓🤓
The second image is the original image.
Ulysses S Grant was so sweet and lovely and gentle and such a wonderful father I feel physically sick 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹💓💓💗💗💗💗💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
Ulysses S. Grant is an eldest daughter
Hello sir. Out of all the horses you've had, I doubt there were any you felt particularly badly toward, but which would you say gave you the most trouble? I'd also like to know of any closest to your heart.
- 🐎 anon
Dear Horse Anonymous,
Thank you for writing to me, it means a lot to hear kind words from an interested party, whomever and wherever you may be, particularly on a topic so close to my heart.
You are correct in assessing that I could never feel badly towards a horse. They were merely animals, and their behaviors were responses to stimuli and to past experiences. I could never fault them or take their actions personally, as they were wholly sincere and never pointed in all that they did, which is part of why I get on with horses more easily than people.
As for trouble, I have certainly had trouble. Despite former rebel General Longstreet (a close friend before and since the late War of the Rebellion) asserting that I could ride anything, I have had experience with some particularly difficult horses (though no fault of the horses, merely fault of their previous masters).
During the aforementioned War, my first horse during said conflict was named "Jack". He was simply not suited for combat use, for which I do not blame him, as combat is not for what he was bred.
I also had a pony, captured from the South, called "Jeff Davis". He never gave me any trouble, but he tended to bite and kick stablehands, and anyone else who bothered him. He was nothing but sweet to me.
I have also had some bad experiences with horses that were not mine. I do not blame the horses, for they were not properly broken, but I do blame their masters for given me unbroken horses without prior warning simply due to my repute as a horseman, I am only human, and there is only so much I can do in such a short frame of time.
In terms of those I was most close to, I would have to say "Cincinnati" most of all, as well as "Egypt", and "Jeff Davis". "Cincinnati" was a lovely, sweet, gentle horse while also being well tempered to battle. We suited one another like two halves of one creature. The only others I trusted to ride him were Admiral Ammen and President Lincoln.
One legend salutes another on Independence Day 1863, the capture of Vicksburg
I like to joke that I come from long line of Ulysses S. Grant glazers, but really the only thing I have to support this is that a great-[x many times] grandfather once wrote at Vicksburg that the government should send Grant to Washington DC because he would fix everything. Well, simply put he was right... And then there's me since Grant is my favorite historical figure :) but I will not glaze him that's being a bad historian.
Throughout his adult life, the aftermath of his “sick headaches,” which sound akin to acute migraine attacks, have colored both his military and personal life. The rumor of Grant as a drunkard was well-known among his military family. However, he most likely had low alcohol tolerance and was falsely perceived as a drunkard; there is evidence that a doctor may have recommended alcohol for his headaches (Murphy, 2005). Ulysses Grant’s headache remedies include topical chloroform, mustard, brandy, First Lady Julia Grant’s “little pill” (of unknown composition), and stoicism. He would use these 19th century medical remedies with questionable success. — Headaches in Ulysses Grant; Neurology Journals
Grant also suffered from severe headaches, most likely migraines. These episodes were so intense that they would incapacitate him for days at a time. His staff became accustomed to his periodic retreats to dark, quiet rooms where he would lie motionless until the pain subsided. These headaches occurred during major military campaigns, forcing him to delegate the command to subordinates. Such headaches had afflicted Grant “both the day before and the day after Robert Lee’s surrender at Appomattox. Six hours before the meeting, he was pacing outdoors and holding his head with both hands. Coffee provided some relief.” — Health and Medical History of President Ulysses Grant. Doctor Zebra
Ulysses S. Grant, eighteenth president, had a history of recurrent migraines from youth which he complained were provoked or intensified by music. Some headaches were treated with chloroform. He described one of his attacks that had occurred on April 8, 1865, when he was 42 and in the final days of the Civil War: “On the 8th I had followed the Army of the Potomac in rear of Lee. I was suffering very severely with a sick headache, and stopped at a farm house on the road some distance to the rear of the main body of the army. I spent the night in bathing my feet in hot water and mustard, and putting mustard plasters on my wrists and the back part of my neck, hoping to be cured by morning.” The headache was still present the next morning when a messenger arrived with a letter from General Robert E. Lee (also a migraineur) who at last was requesting “an interview in accordance with the offer [the South laying down their Arms] contained in your letter.” As Grant recorded in his journal, “When the officer reached me, I was still suffering from the sick headache; but the instant I saw the contents of the note I was cured.” — The personal memoirs of U.S. Grant. Vol 2, Fairfield, Iowa, 1stWorld, 2004, p 362
Grant was such a smol boi at West Point that nobody wanted to pick on him