![ChiefFarewell's tweet photo. OTD in 1885, former president and Lt. Gen. Ulysses Grant passed away. His end began in June 1884, Ulysses S. Grant and his wife, Julia, were vacationing in Long Branch, NJ. Grant, enjoying the summer breeze and the ocean views, grabbed a peach, took a bite, swallowed, and instantly complained of pain in his throat. Grant didn’t think much of it. He paced the room, went out onto the deck, drank some water, and felt the pain again. Grant was examined by a doctor visiting the house next door and advised Grant to see his personal physician in NYC, who returned home in October (a four month wait!). Grant’s doctor examined him and referred him to see a throat specialist, Dr. John Douglas. Wednesday morning, October 22, Douglas, after examining Grant, wrote in his diary, The velum [the soft palate] inflamed, of a dark, deep congestive hue, a scaly squamous inflammation strongly suggestive of serious epithelial trouble.” Grant asked him if it was cancer, but Douglas demurred, telling Grant his issue was serious, but it might be able to be treated. Mid-February 1885, a lesion was removed from Grant’s throat. A pathologist examined the tissue and diagnosed it as “epithelioma of the squamous variety.” Throat cancer. A couple days after the surgery, a health bulletin announcing his condition was released; his weight dropping from 200 to 145 pounds; and mentally, Grant was distracted, distant. Eating was a trial. he had to quickly swallow his food before his throat spasmed shut. And he was given morphine to help him sleep. Grant was not expected to make it past April. But March 31, Grant woke up at home feeling encouraged, as he had made it past a death date given by an astrologer. But his attitude changed that night with the onset of labored breathing and a weak pulse. Dr. Shrady, his personal physician in the last months of his life, injected brandy into his arm, regulating the pulse back to normal. Grant, renewed, took up work again on his autobiography and two days later, he was able to walk around his room. June 1885, the hot, humid weather of New York City forced Grant north to a cottage (known as McGregor cottage or Grant cottage) owned by Joseph W. Drexel, south of Saratoga Springs, where he spent the remainder of his time. Grant took up residence in a first-floor parlor turned bedroom. Unable to sleep lying down, he was propped up between two leather armchairs placed front to front. Unable to speak, he communicated through pencil and paper. From June 17 to July 20, Grant made the most of his time, sitting on the front porch, greeting passers-by, and finishing his autobiography (last words written July 19). Tuesday, July 21, Grant’s condition made a precipitous decline. The next day was much the same but with deep, painful coughs. At this time, Grant asked to be put in bed. He was weak, unable to sit up in bed, had difficulty breathing, and his pulse was dropping. (The public was notified of his condition through numerous bulletins.) Thursday, July 23, Grant could no longer swallow food, write messages, and his breathing was rapid. His last words came around 2:00 AM when his son, Frederick, asked him if he’d like a drink of water. “Yes,” said Grant. An hour later, his son asked if he wanted anything else. “Water,” said Grant. It was his last spoken word. Julia, sitting at his bedside, soaked a sponge in water and pressed it to his lips. A couple hours later, Dr. Barker, family physician, gave brandy injections, placed hot cloths and mustard packs on Grant’s cold hands and feet, and gave an analgesic for pain. Come 7:30 AM, Grant’s chest was rapidly heaving and falling. His once robust figure was reduced to 100 pounds, his face gaunt, cheeks sunken. His family gathered around his bed, Julia sitting by his side, his doctors nearby. Julia held his hand, caressed his face, and stared into his eyes. She then grabbed both hands and kissed him. Moments later, Grant passed away. Cause of death: organ failure and subsequent electrolyte imbalances brought on by malnutrition.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/HN7yzOAaAAA2FZI.jpg)
![ChiefFarewell's tweet photo. OTD in 1885, former president and Lt. Gen. Ulysses Grant passed away. His end began in June 1884, Ulysses S. Grant and his wife, Julia, were vacationing in Long Branch, NJ. Grant, enjoying the summer breeze and the ocean views, grabbed a peach, took a bite, swallowed, and instantly complained of pain in his throat. Grant didn’t think much of it. He paced the room, went out onto the deck, drank some water, and felt the pain again. Grant was examined by a doctor visiting the house next door and advised Grant to see his personal physician in NYC, who returned home in October (a four month wait!). Grant’s doctor examined him and referred him to see a throat specialist, Dr. John Douglas. Wednesday morning, October 22, Douglas, after examining Grant, wrote in his diary, The velum [the soft palate] inflamed, of a dark, deep congestive hue, a scaly squamous inflammation strongly suggestive of serious epithelial trouble.” Grant asked him if it was cancer, but Douglas demurred, telling Grant his issue was serious, but it might be able to be treated. Mid-February 1885, a lesion was removed from Grant’s throat. A pathologist examined the tissue and diagnosed it as “epithelioma of the squamous variety.” Throat cancer. A couple days after the surgery, a health bulletin announcing his condition was released; his weight dropping from 200 to 145 pounds; and mentally, Grant was distracted, distant. Eating was a trial. he had to quickly swallow his food before his throat spasmed shut. And he was given morphine to help him sleep. Grant was not expected to make it past April. But March 31, Grant woke up at home feeling encouraged, as he had made it past a death date given by an astrologer. But his attitude changed that night with the onset of labored breathing and a weak pulse. Dr. Shrady, his personal physician in the last months of his life, injected brandy into his arm, regulating the pulse back to normal. Grant, renewed, took up work again on his autobiography and two days later, he was able to walk around his room. June 1885, the hot, humid weather of New York City forced Grant north to a cottage (known as McGregor cottage or Grant cottage) owned by Joseph W. Drexel, south of Saratoga Springs, where he spent the remainder of his time. Grant took up residence in a first-floor parlor turned bedroom. Unable to sleep lying down, he was propped up between two leather armchairs placed front to front. Unable to speak, he communicated through pencil and paper. From June 17 to July 20, Grant made the most of his time, sitting on the front porch, greeting passers-by, and finishing his autobiography (last words written July 19). Tuesday, July 21, Grant’s condition made a precipitous decline. The next day was much the same but with deep, painful coughs. At this time, Grant asked to be put in bed. He was weak, unable to sit up in bed, had difficulty breathing, and his pulse was dropping. (The public was notified of his condition through numerous bulletins.) Thursday, July 23, Grant could no longer swallow food, write messages, and his breathing was rapid. His last words came around 2:00 AM when his son, Frederick, asked him if he’d like a drink of water. “Yes,” said Grant. An hour later, his son asked if he wanted anything else. “Water,” said Grant. It was his last spoken word. Julia, sitting at his bedside, soaked a sponge in water and pressed it to his lips. A couple hours later, Dr. Barker, family physician, gave brandy injections, placed hot cloths and mustard packs on Grant’s cold hands and feet, and gave an analgesic for pain. Come 7:30 AM, Grant’s chest was rapidly heaving and falling. His once robust figure was reduced to 100 pounds, his face gaunt, cheeks sunken. His family gathered around his bed, Julia sitting by his side, his doctors nearby. Julia held his hand, caressed his face, and stared into his eyes. She then grabbed both hands and kissed him. Moments later, Grant passed away. Cause of death: organ failure and subsequent electrolyte imbalances brought on by malnutrition.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/HN7ywNtbQAAss2Q.jpg)
![ChiefFarewell's tweet photo. OTD in 1885, former president and Lt. Gen. Ulysses Grant passed away. His end began in June 1884, Ulysses S. Grant and his wife, Julia, were vacationing in Long Branch, NJ. Grant, enjoying the summer breeze and the ocean views, grabbed a peach, took a bite, swallowed, and instantly complained of pain in his throat. Grant didn’t think much of it. He paced the room, went out onto the deck, drank some water, and felt the pain again. Grant was examined by a doctor visiting the house next door and advised Grant to see his personal physician in NYC, who returned home in October (a four month wait!). Grant’s doctor examined him and referred him to see a throat specialist, Dr. John Douglas. Wednesday morning, October 22, Douglas, after examining Grant, wrote in his diary, The velum [the soft palate] inflamed, of a dark, deep congestive hue, a scaly squamous inflammation strongly suggestive of serious epithelial trouble.” Grant asked him if it was cancer, but Douglas demurred, telling Grant his issue was serious, but it might be able to be treated. Mid-February 1885, a lesion was removed from Grant’s throat. A pathologist examined the tissue and diagnosed it as “epithelioma of the squamous variety.” Throat cancer. A couple days after the surgery, a health bulletin announcing his condition was released; his weight dropping from 200 to 145 pounds; and mentally, Grant was distracted, distant. Eating was a trial. he had to quickly swallow his food before his throat spasmed shut. And he was given morphine to help him sleep. Grant was not expected to make it past April. But March 31, Grant woke up at home feeling encouraged, as he had made it past a death date given by an astrologer. But his attitude changed that night with the onset of labored breathing and a weak pulse. Dr. Shrady, his personal physician in the last months of his life, injected brandy into his arm, regulating the pulse back to normal. Grant, renewed, took up work again on his autobiography and two days later, he was able to walk around his room. June 1885, the hot, humid weather of New York City forced Grant north to a cottage (known as McGregor cottage or Grant cottage) owned by Joseph W. Drexel, south of Saratoga Springs, where he spent the remainder of his time. Grant took up residence in a first-floor parlor turned bedroom. Unable to sleep lying down, he was propped up between two leather armchairs placed front to front. Unable to speak, he communicated through pencil and paper. From June 17 to July 20, Grant made the most of his time, sitting on the front porch, greeting passers-by, and finishing his autobiography (last words written July 19). Tuesday, July 21, Grant’s condition made a precipitous decline. The next day was much the same but with deep, painful coughs. At this time, Grant asked to be put in bed. He was weak, unable to sit up in bed, had difficulty breathing, and his pulse was dropping. (The public was notified of his condition through numerous bulletins.) Thursday, July 23, Grant could no longer swallow food, write messages, and his breathing was rapid. His last words came around 2:00 AM when his son, Frederick, asked him if he’d like a drink of water. “Yes,” said Grant. An hour later, his son asked if he wanted anything else. “Water,” said Grant. It was his last spoken word. Julia, sitting at his bedside, soaked a sponge in water and pressed it to his lips. A couple hours later, Dr. Barker, family physician, gave brandy injections, placed hot cloths and mustard packs on Grant’s cold hands and feet, and gave an analgesic for pain. Come 7:30 AM, Grant’s chest was rapidly heaving and falling. His once robust figure was reduced to 100 pounds, his face gaunt, cheeks sunken. His family gathered around his bed, Julia sitting by his side, his doctors nearby. Julia held his hand, caressed his face, and stared into his eyes. She then grabbed both hands and kissed him. Moments later, Grant passed away. Cause of death: organ failure and subsequent electrolyte imbalances brought on by malnutrition.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/HN7yrwibcAAPgcZ.jpg)
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@PrezWisdom No one is “buried” there. The Grants are entombed.
OTD in 1885, former president and Lt. Gen. Ulysses Grant passed away. His end began in June 1884, Ulysses S. Grant and his wife, Julia, were vacationing in Long Branch, NJ. Grant, enjoying the summer breeze and the ocean views, grabbed a peach, took a bite, swallowed, and instantly complained of pain in his throat. Grant didn’t think much of it. He paced the room, went out onto the deck, drank some water, and felt the pain again. Grant was examined by a doctor visiting the house next door and advised Grant to see his personal physician in NYC, who returned home in October (a four month wait!). Grant’s doctor examined him and referred him to see a throat specialist, Dr. John Douglas. Wednesday morning, October 22, Douglas, after examining Grant, wrote in his diary, The velum [the soft palate] inflamed, of a dark, deep congestive hue, a scaly squamous inflammation strongly suggestive of serious epithelial trouble.” Grant asked him if it was cancer, but Douglas demurred, telling Grant his issue was serious, but it might be able to be treated. Mid-February 1885, a lesion was removed from Grant’s throat. A pathologist examined the tissue and diagnosed it as “epithelioma of the squamous variety.” Throat cancer. A couple days after the surgery, a health bulletin announcing his condition was released; his weight dropping from 200 to 145 pounds; and mentally, Grant was distracted, distant. Eating was a trial. he had to quickly swallow his food before his throat spasmed shut. And he was given morphine to help him sleep. Grant was not expected to make it past April. But March 31, Grant woke up at home feeling encouraged, as he had made it past a death date given by an astrologer. But his attitude changed that night with the onset of labored breathing and a weak pulse. Dr. Shrady, his personal physician in the last months of his life, injected brandy into his arm, regulating the pulse back to normal. Grant, renewed, took up work again on his autobiography and two days later, he was able to walk around his room. June 1885, the hot, humid weather of New York City forced Grant north to a cottage (known as McGregor cottage or Grant cottage) owned by Joseph W. Drexel, south of Saratoga Springs, where he spent the remainder of his time. Grant took up residence in a first-floor parlor turned bedroom. Unable to sleep lying down, he was propped up between two leather armchairs placed front to front. Unable to speak, he communicated through pencil and paper. From June 17 to July 20, Grant made the most of his time, sitting on the front porch, greeting passers-by, and finishing his autobiography (last words written July 19). Tuesday, July 21, Grant’s condition made a precipitous decline. The next day was much the same but with deep, painful coughs. At this time, Grant asked to be put in bed. He was weak, unable to sit up in bed, had difficulty breathing, and his pulse was dropping. (The public was notified of his condition through numerous bulletins.) Thursday, July 23, Grant could no longer swallow food, write messages, and his breathing was rapid. His last words came around 2:00 AM when his son, Frederick, asked him if he’d like a drink of water. “Yes,” said Grant. An hour later, his son asked if he wanted anything else. “Water,” said Grant. It was his last spoken word. Julia, sitting at his bedside, soaked a sponge in water and pressed it to his lips. A couple hours later, Dr. Barker, family physician, gave brandy injections, placed hot cloths and mustard packs on Grant’s cold hands and feet, and gave an analgesic for pain. Come 7:30 AM, Grant’s chest was rapidly heaving and falling. His once robust figure was reduced to 100 pounds, his face gaunt, cheeks sunken. His family gathered around his bed, Julia sitting by his side, his doctors nearby. Julia held his hand, caressed his face, and stared into his eyes. She then grabbed both hands and kissed him. Moments later, Grant passed away. Cause of death: organ failure and subsequent electrolyte imbalances brought on by malnutrition.
![ChiefFarewell's tweet photo. OTD in 1885, former president and Lt. Gen. Ulysses Grant passed away. His end began in June 1884, Ulysses S. Grant and his wife, Julia, were vacationing in Long Branch, NJ. Grant, enjoying the summer breeze and the ocean views, grabbed a peach, took a bite, swallowed, and instantly complained of pain in his throat. Grant didn’t think much of it. He paced the room, went out onto the deck, drank some water, and felt the pain again. Grant was examined by a doctor visiting the house next door and advised Grant to see his personal physician in NYC, who returned home in October (a four month wait!). Grant’s doctor examined him and referred him to see a throat specialist, Dr. John Douglas. Wednesday morning, October 22, Douglas, after examining Grant, wrote in his diary, The velum [the soft palate] inflamed, of a dark, deep congestive hue, a scaly squamous inflammation strongly suggestive of serious epithelial trouble.” Grant asked him if it was cancer, but Douglas demurred, telling Grant his issue was serious, but it might be able to be treated. Mid-February 1885, a lesion was removed from Grant’s throat. A pathologist examined the tissue and diagnosed it as “epithelioma of the squamous variety.” Throat cancer. A couple days after the surgery, a health bulletin announcing his condition was released; his weight dropping from 200 to 145 pounds; and mentally, Grant was distracted, distant. Eating was a trial. he had to quickly swallow his food before his throat spasmed shut. And he was given morphine to help him sleep. Grant was not expected to make it past April. But March 31, Grant woke up at home feeling encouraged, as he had made it past a death date given by an astrologer. But his attitude changed that night with the onset of labored breathing and a weak pulse. Dr. Shrady, his personal physician in the last months of his life, injected brandy into his arm, regulating the pulse back to normal. Grant, renewed, took up work again on his autobiography and two days later, he was able to walk around his room. June 1885, the hot, humid weather of New York City forced Grant north to a cottage (known as McGregor cottage or Grant cottage) owned by Joseph W. Drexel, south of Saratoga Springs, where he spent the remainder of his time. Grant took up residence in a first-floor parlor turned bedroom. Unable to sleep lying down, he was propped up between two leather armchairs placed front to front. Unable to speak, he communicated through pencil and paper. From June 17 to July 20, Grant made the most of his time, sitting on the front porch, greeting passers-by, and finishing his autobiography (last words written July 19). Tuesday, July 21, Grant’s condition made a precipitous decline. The next day was much the same but with deep, painful coughs. At this time, Grant asked to be put in bed. He was weak, unable to sit up in bed, had difficulty breathing, and his pulse was dropping. (The public was notified of his condition through numerous bulletins.) Thursday, July 23, Grant could no longer swallow food, write messages, and his breathing was rapid. His last words came around 2:00 AM when his son, Frederick, asked him if he’d like a drink of water. “Yes,” said Grant. An hour later, his son asked if he wanted anything else. “Water,” said Grant. It was his last spoken word. Julia, sitting at his bedside, soaked a sponge in water and pressed it to his lips. A couple hours later, Dr. Barker, family physician, gave brandy injections, placed hot cloths and mustard packs on Grant’s cold hands and feet, and gave an analgesic for pain. Come 7:30 AM, Grant’s chest was rapidly heaving and falling. His once robust figure was reduced to 100 pounds, his face gaunt, cheeks sunken. His family gathered around his bed, Julia sitting by his side, his doctors nearby. Julia held his hand, caressed his face, and stared into his eyes. She then grabbed both hands and kissed him. Moments later, Grant passed away. Cause of death: organ failure and subsequent electrolyte imbalances brought on by malnutrition.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/HN7y1eZbgAAZdJ7.jpg)
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