Jay Telfer may have handed over the reigns of the Wayback Times to Sandy and Peter Neilly, but he is still going to be visible in the newspaper.
 
The longtime resident of Prince Edward County will be writing Jay's Blog, a column on his ongoing love of antiques and life in the Quinte Bay area.
 
Jay's Wayback Times, founded in 1995, published 1.7 million papers in 11 years and more than 258,000 kms
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By Jay Telfer
Four-Eyes - a tiny look at Theodore Roosevelt.
 
Editor Sandy said she wanted a less expansive blog for this issue. I didn't think I could trim things down to just a few hundred words, especially with the subject of this bloggerism.
 
I heard a question about American politics, about the massive division of ultra right and ultra left, the war, the middle east, poverty, no health care, North Korea, etc. The question was, which former president would try and set things straight? The answer immediately was Theodore Roosevelt.
 
I went down to Minneapolis and Rochester in September to have some U.S. doctors figure out what is wrong with me. I spent the weekends with my sister, Margaret and her husband, Ed McConohay in Minneapolis. We had the best visit ever. While there, there was a 35th Anniversary of the Minnesota Humanities Commission and my sister, who is a member, and I attended the celebration. In the hall, Clay S. Jenkinson was introduced as a writer and the solo performer of An Evening with Theodore Roosevelt
 
Clay came out in his knee length coat, a monocle and his top hat and he began by saying he was most interested in his years in the Dakota Badlands, from 1884 to 1898. His tales were perfect, descriptive and I was lost in his characterizations of Theodore's past life.
 
In his life, he had so much to say for a short blog. He was the most mighty pen in his life, writing more than 30 books, 150,000 letters, multiple memorable quotes and countless articles and columns, including The Naval War of 1812 (1882), the four-volume Winning of the West (1889-96), The Rough Riders (1900?) and his autobiography (1913).
 
Born in 1858, he was a sick boy with asthma and the doctor told him he would live a short, quiet life with his breathing problems. He decided to fight against that determination and he became the inventor if the strenuous life. He climbed the Matterhorn, he was a big game hunter in Africa, South America and the U.S., he wrestled and branded cows, he shot his first bison in 1883, and in between, he was the President of the United States.
 
In Clay Jenkinson's book, Theodore Roosevelt in the Dakota Badlands, he wrote; "When he wasn't seeking manly (and sometimes reckless) adventures, Roosevelt gave his life to public service. He served three turns in the New York State Assembly (1881-84). He ran unsuccessfully for mayor of New York City (1886). He served under two presidents of different parties as U.S. Civil Service Commissioner (1889-95). He was the Police Commissioner of New York City (1895-97). He was the Assistant Secretary of the Navy (1897-98). Plus, he led the charge up Kettle Hill in Cuba with the Rough Riders that made him a national hero. And that was just the beginning.
 
He was first married at age 22 and he loved and adored his wife, Alice. After three years of marriage, Alice gave birth to their first daughter on February 12, 1884. On February 14, his mother Martha Bulloch Roosevelt died of typhoid fever; hours later, in the same house on 57th Street, his wife Alice Hathaway Lee Roosevelt also dies from Bright's disease - a chronic kidney infection, unknown due to her pregnancy. He wrote in his diary: "The light has gone out of my life." In a few days, after the two funerals, he wrote "For joy or for sorrow, my life has now been lived out."
 
It was at that point with the two family deaths, he quit politics and moved to North Dakota and worked at the Elkhorn Ranch. He arrived wearing a buckskin shirt made by the name brand suit makers in New York and some handmade, monogrammed spurs. The tales of him being four-eyes, a teetotaler, having a high pitched voice, and no early bulkiness to him, he was considered a fop.
 
After a drunken cowboy told everyone in the bar that four-eyes would stand everyone to a drink, Theo moved to another table to have his meal. When the cowboy persisted, standing before him and was using the clock as a target. Theo gave him a solid, trained as a pugilist at Harvard, punch. The man went down, hit his head on the bar and was out cold. The other cowboys, proud of Mr. Roosevelts prowess took the man outside, tied him up and put him on a freight train.
 
As TR wrote: "It was still the Wild West in those days, the Far West of Owen Wister's stories, and Frederic Remington's drawings, the soldier and the cow puncher. The land of the West has gone now, 'gone, gone with the lost Atlantis,' gone to the isle of ghosts and strange dead memories ... In that land we led a hardy life. Ours was the glory of work and the joy of living."
 
After a few years at Elkhorn ranch, he learns his boat in the Little Missouri river has been stolen - the rope was cut and there was a mitten on the ground. Roosevelt takes control. Lawlessness and theft can never be condoned, he explains, especially on the raw frontier where institutions of justice have not been established.
 
 
It is in the early spring thaw in 1886 - with ice floes moving and freezing of the river every night. His men build another boat that floats and though six days behind, they take off after the boat thieves. On the third day, they find them and capture them all. Now, he must move them to a sheriff and justice over 300 miles away. He tries to sail them down the Little Missouri and takes off their boots or their socks so that no one will escape at night.
 
The trip is far too long and too difficult with the ice, so he has his men look after the thieves and goes inland to find a farm and borrow a horse. The days after leaving Elkhorn, he has his two men sail the boats back on home and he will move the scofflaws alone down to the sheriff at Dickerson, North Dakota. The men, including Theo, are eating unleavened bread and drinking muddy water from the Little Missouri.

He must keep awake during the period when he moves them overland. He has a book in his sack, Anna Karinina, by Tolstoy. Clay Jenkinson writes: "He reads it (aloud) cover to cover to cut the tedium and stay awake enough to get the thieves to justice. He does not like Tolstoy's indifference to morality - the novel is, after all, about adultery - but he admires the sweep of Tolstoy's imagination.
 
On April 11, 1886, he arrived in Dickerson and gave the thieves to the sheriff, after walking four days with no sleep, his Winchester loaded and at his side. Then he asked if there wasn't a doctor in the town. He walked into the doctor's office and sought attention to his frozen and infected feet. He was, said Dr. Stickney, covered in mud and all teeth and eyes.
 
I have more tales than that to tell, but what massive difference to the life of a true president to the guy-you-would-like-to-have-a-beer-with man in office. After he killed one of the last bison in 1883, he became a conservationist who had the strength to prove over 230,000,000 acres of land to National Forests, National Parks, Federal Bird Sanctuaries and National Wildlife Refuges.
 
His great effort was on November 18, 1903, a treaty signed with Panama for building of Panama Canal, which was completed in 1914. A great quote I loved was "Panama declared itself independent and wanted to complete the Panama Canal, and opened negotiations with us. I had two courses open. I might have taken the matter under advisement and put it before the Senate, in which case we should have had a number of most able speeches on the subject, and they would have been going on now, and the Panama Canal would be in the dim future yet. We would have had a half a century of discussion afterward."
 
I would suggest if you want to read quotes, quotes and more quotes, along with his story, go to
http://www.baxtercountyrepublicans.com/theodore_roosevelt.html
 
The best quote I would leave to the man who is a uniter rather than a divider, you are with us or you are part of the enemy (ahem) is;
"That we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American Public." - Theodore Roosevelt.
 
At the tail end of the evening, he opened it up to questions. A man put up his hand and Theo/Clay said, Yes ..., you seem to be a capitalist ...? The man did not expect that response and he could not remember his question.
 
Why, oh why, didn't I have him as my history teacher? Every single student would learn from his great research, thoughts and impressions.
If you want more on Theodore, I do have more stories ... please write to Sandy or to myself at waybacktimes@xplornet.com
 
Clay S. Jenkinson, who got me into this wonderful bit of history, is the Theodore Roosevelt Scholar-in Residence at Dickinson State University and a consultant to the Theodore Roosevelt Medora Foundation. He is a Rhodes and Danforth scholar, and he studied English language and literature at the University of Minnesota and Oxford University.
 
He is the author of six books, two on Thomas Jefferson, three on the Lewis and Clark Expedition and Theodore Roosevelt - in the Dakota Badlands.
 
Clay is considered the nation's foremost first-person interpreter of Thomas Jefferson, Meriwether Lewis, J. Robert Oppenheimer and Theodore Roosevelt.

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