“On Saturday they buried Marigold in London’s Kensal Green cemetery. Clementine “shrieked in agony, like an animal in mortal pain,” Manchester wrote. The child died with her parents at her side. “By the time her mother reached her bedside, the Duckadilly’s condition was grave,” according to Manchester Clementine in turn “telegraphed Winston (yes, not until then), who arrived on the next train from London.” Marigold’s illness came back the French governess was too nervous to report what had happened to her parents, and when she sent a telegraph several weeks after the child had become ill-yes, weeks-it was almost too late. Meantime, they would leave their 2-year-old alone “with a young French governess,” for a month or two. He and his wife would travel immediately to their destination, entrusting their 10-year-old son and 7-year-old daughter to take the train and follow them later. However, an engagement in Scotland required Churchill’s attention for several weeks, and the plan he and Clementine came up with seems ridiculous by the standards of a century later. After “a hard winter of hacking coughs and sore throats” in which “Marigold had fallen ill twice,” he rented a cottage for his family in the town of Broadstairs on the southeastern coast of England. Less than three years later, however, Churchill was caught up with his career. Churchill, who had been a battalion commander in France, came home to her, was enamored, and gave her a paternal nickname: “the Duckadilly.” He and his wife had two children, and they welcomed a baby daughter named Marigold on November 15, 1918, four days after the end of World War I. If Manchester gets things right, however, the role that Churchill most cherished at this point in his life was that of husband and father. Anything from his pen commanded an instant audience.” … He wrote, corrected galleys, and painted. He had abandoned a second attempt to master flying after a postwar crash at Crydon-dusting himself off, he presided at a dinner honoring General Pershing two hours later, although noted in his diary, ‘Winston’s forehead was scratched and his legs were black and blue.’ … As a private citizen he followed public affairs as closely as he had in the cabinet, and he was in the public eye almost as often, rebuking the French … criticizing the Harding administration … unveiling statues of wartime leaders. “Though no longer in Parliament, he was always busy, always doing something. As Manchester described the early years of this period: If Manchester gets things right, the role that Churchill most cherished at this point in his life was that of husband and father. In short, he was viewed as an eccentric alarmist, trying to convince his countrymen that despite the horrendous toll of World War I, they should retool and plan for another major war with Germany. (Manchester died before he finished Book Three, but a journalist and fan of his work named Paul Reid finished the last book from his notes.)īy the late 1920s, Churchill was in his forties, and although he was already famous in Britain, he seemed to sense his future-a long period of political exile.

I was probably a college freshman when I first worked my way through The Last Lion by William Manchester, which runs 992 pages and is only Book One of a three-part Churchill biography. I am not an historian, just someone who likes to read a lot and whose interests often skew toward nonfiction and great challenges, both modern and classic.

The short version: Churchill and his wife were, at times, so bad at their work-life balance that their young daughter died as an indirect result. Moreover, it might just be the most poignant part of his story for a generation that is trying hard to balance its life’s work with its families’ needs. Although he’s known as one of the great statesmen of the 20th century-an essential man at the right time who orchestrated Britain’s survival against the Nazi menace-an important part of his life is less well-known. Had his longevity equaled his other outsized achievements, Winston Churchill would have marked his 140th birthday this week.

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