A well-written memoir of Barbara Bush. Shares many details of her life, as well as the life of the Bush family. The reader will learn of campaigns of George, the father Bush, Barbara's growing-up years, their marriage and family life, funny stories, as well as sad stories in their family. A good read.
This is a wonderful look inside President and Mrs. Bush's lives. It was interesting and informational. A good read, such a classy lady she is!
Back of the book:
"Januray 16 [1991] - For the last twelve hours I have known something so dreadful that I can't even imagine it. I have the feeling that I'd like to go to bed and pull the covers over my head and stay there for six weeks, and then peek out and see if it's all over. If it isn't, I'd like to crawl under again. The day had a dream-like quality. George told me last night that they decided it would start tonight. God knows they have given Saddam every chance.
...All America is praying and we are, too. George told me last night that it is always on his mind. As we said out prayers and as he read the message he is going to give the American people tonight, his voice cracked and his eyes got misty. I know that those innocent children get to him. That darn Hussein, he is putting all those children at risk, George has been praying for the children all week, which led me to believe that unless Saddam met all the U.N. conditions we would have to attack and liberate Kuwait. I asked him over coffee in bed this morning as he read through tonight's message who wrote the speech and he said that he had. I had wondered how it could have remained a secret if it had been written by speech writers. (This is not to cast aspersions on the speech writers, but once you tell a secret-it is no longer a secret. I had to bite my tongue all day. I wanted to share with Andy, my dearest friend, but I knew I couldn't tell. Too many American lives depended on secrecy.) George told me that he might come home and have lunch with me and take a nap. I guess that sleep did not come too well last night.
...Susan Baker called. Neither of us said a word about the attack, but each of us knew that the other knew. We had a cozy, comforting talk and she told me something someone had told her. "For Jesus, peace is not the absence of struggle, but the presence of love." That's nice.
