Search WHHA - start typing and then listen for common searches like yours. Explore the Initiative. The Sessions Podcast. Have you Ever Wondered How was the location of the White House selected? Updated at p. ET on July 13, Abraham Lincoln often spoke and dreamed about being assassinated, convinced that he would not outlast the rebellion when his work would have been done. Prior to his inauguration, he received letters warning him that he would be killed before reaching Washington.
The bullet entered the back of his skull to the left of the midline and just above the left lateral sinus a large venous channel that drains blood from the left side of the brain , which it severed. It penetrated the dura mater the outermost membrane covering the brain , passed through the left posterior lobe of the brain into the left lateral ventricle, and came to rest in the white matter, just above the anterior portion of the left corpus striatum.
It fractured both orbital plates of the frontal bone, causing the eye sockets to become engorged with blood and pushing fragments of bone into the brain. Charles A. Leale, a year-old assistant surgeon, U. Is he dead? Can he recover?
Why Lincoln died is no mystery. His wound, as Dr. Leale predicted, was mortal, because in little could be done for patients with such wounds. Could these techniques have saved Lincoln if they had been available in , and if so, what would he have been capable of in the aftermath of such care? These questions were addressed in by Dr. Thomas M. Scalea, director of the R. Lincoln was shot in the left occiput at close range with a relatively low-velocity bullet.
Two young physicians, Dr. Charles Leale, who had graduated from medical school only days before the shooting, and Dr. Charles Taft, just 30 years old, cared for Lincoln. Starting the morning of April 14, the street will be closed to traffic. Street vendors will hawk small paper flags celebrating the fall of Richmond and the effective end of the Civil War, just as they did in , right up to the moment of the assassination.
And at p. Then, for the first time in years, mourners will hold a torchlight vigil in front of the Petersen House. I will be there too, marking the climax of a lifelong fascination with the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. From childhood, I received books and souvenirs about him as gifts. Framed with it was a clipping cut from the Chicago Tribune the day Lincoln died. But the story was incomplete, ending in mid-sentence.
That boyhood curiosity turned me into an obsessive lifelong collector of original Lincoln assassination documents, photographs and artifacts.
I could not have written them without my personal archive. In fact, I think of myself as a crazed collector who happens to write books. My collection contains magical objects that resonate with meaning. That pleased Laura Keene.
A few blocks away, on D Street near Seventh, H. Whenever I leave my house to go there, where I often attend performances and other events, I always glance at the playbill hanging in my hallway. Lincoln laughed there, too. Lincoln adopted one as his trademark back in Illinois, when he was a lawyer, long before he came to Washington. He chose unusually tall hats to attract attention and accentuate his height.
At 6-foot-4, Lincoln already towered over most of his contemporaries; his hat made him look like a seven-foot giant. Charles Leale had laid Lincoln on the floor.
She knelt beside the unconscious, dying president and cradled his head in her lap. Blood and brain matter oozed from the bullet wound onto her silken costume, staining its festive red, yellow, green and blue floral pattern. Like a Victorian bride who lovingly preserved her wedding dress, Keene cherished her frock from this terrible night. The dress vanished long ago, but miraculously five swatches survived. For more than a century, they have been legendary among collectors. The whereabouts of this example had been unknown until it surfaced in the late s, and I acquired it.
The gay floral pattern remains almost as bright as the day the dress was made more than years ago in Chicago by dressmaker Jamie Bullock. But the red bloodstains faded long ago to a pale rust-brown. As I stared at this blood relic, I saw it all, and the paragraphs wrote themselves. At and 10 seconds a. The doctors had had to lay him diagonally atop the mattress.
Doctor Charles A. Leale, an Army surgeon, who had special training in the care of brain injuries, rushed to Lincoln's assistance. When Doctor Leale probed the wound in Lincoln's thickened scalp, feeling for the bullet, he dislodged a blood clot, and Lincoln began to breathe again.
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