“Grace Coolidge is one of those fortunate people who looks well in almost anything she puts on…she is able to wear more different colors successfully than most women. Very few things were unbecoming to her; white, pink, yellow, blue, red, orchid, old rose, and certain carefully chosen shades of gray and taupe suited her equally well. Flowered materials, however, were seldom good on her, and black she almost always avoided, as Mr. Coolidge had a strong aversion to it; but I still think it more becoming to her than anything else–and strangely enough, when she entered the White House as First Lady, she was dressed in black from head to foot–in deep mourning for President Harding…I never knew any man more interested in his wife’s clothes than Mr. Coolidge, and the handsomer and more elaborate Mrs. Coolidge’s dresses were, the better he liked them. He was fond of bright colors, conspicuous ornaments, glittering beads. Usually careful of expenditures, unbelievably economical in many ways, he not only spared no expense–he gave way to wild extravagance when it came to the question of Mrs. Coolidge’s clothes.” — Mary Randolph, Mrs. Coolidge’s excellent personal secretary




















Born in Vermont’s Queen City, Burlington, in 1879, Grace Anna Goodhue Coolidge deserves renewed appraisal for the legacy she left as First Lady. The White House as a non-partisan historic site, bringing together the artifacts of past residents, became so to her credit. Her sense of taste, her human sympathy, and her superb restraint, all aptly fitted to each occasion, commend her as a First Lady of the very highest order. She was truly a great lady.
This additional remembrance from Mary Randolph underscores the caliber of the great lady she served,
Mrs. Coolidge liked to go shopping herself, as she had always done in her home town of Northampton, and in Boston; and wishing to do so in peace, she often avoided using the White House car — always conspicuous because of the President’s seal on the door panel — doing her errands on foot. But no sooner did she enter a store than news of her arrival spread quickly to all departments; and often a respectful, keenly interested crow would gather and stand nearby, gazing their fill, missing no detail of the way in which this First Lady made her purchases–what she bought, and how much of it; and Mrs. Coolidge, with her quick human sympathy, was always understanding and patient with this type of interest. But when in one large shop where she had gone to the street floor to buy gloves and stockings, she was almost immediately approached by a well-meaning saleswoman from another department carrying a large collection of evening wraps over her arm, and bringing them to Mrs. Coolidge’s attention–she was annoyed, and left the shop as soon as possible, for she disliked being made conspicuous. ‘If,’ she afterwards said to me, ‘I had wanted an evening coat, I would have gone to the department where they are sold’…
Grace knew how to comport herself, when to speak, when to be silent, and when interaction needed something more, with a keen understanding for what the human heart and soul before her most needed. She suffered that highest of losses for any mother, the death of a son in the prime of youth. Yet, she rose to every occasion, elevating the moment as only great ladies can. Each response chosen was arrayed in the gracious style that was fully and genuinely hers. We have too few like her now. We ought to have more ladies of her quality. Happy Birthday, Mrs. Coolidge!
















