washington place

  • Historians: OmG AlExAnDeR UsEd A cOmMa WhEn He WrOtE tO anGeLiCa ThEy WeRe In LoVe
  • Alexander: cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish my dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by actions rather than words, to convince you that I love you
  • Historians: John and Alexander were such good friends :)

Tucker’s just really glad Wash is okay.

Washington: Now, let’s say you haven’t eaten for days and you’re in desperate need of a sandwich. What do you do?

Hamilton: I walk over to the kitchen and have Eliza make me a sandwich.

Washington: Okay, yes. But Eliza’s not here.

Hamilton: Where’s Eliza?

Washington: It’s not important where she is. She’s gone. She left the country.

Hamilton: She left the country? Why? Is she okay?

Washington: Yes, she’s fine.

Hamilton: Well, if she’s fine, I don’t see why she couldn’t make me a sandwich.

A Woman's Place in the Revolution

I always see countless numbers of posts about the men that fought in the American revolution but it seems like not many people “remember the ladies”
(Thanks Abigail).

Margret Cochran Corbin, commonly referred to as “Captain Molly” was one of the women on the front line. She was born November 12, 1751 in Pennsylvania. She married her husband, John Corbin (whom she would fight beside) in 1772. When he joined the continental army, she joined right along with him, becoming an aide that would help the men with chore-like tasks when needed. But November 1776, while stationed in Fort Washington, their camp was attacked.
Margret quickly joined in the fight, assisting her husband, John, with his cannon. However, he was gravely injured, leaving him dead beside her. Nevertheless, she persisted, taking over his main position and kept firing the cannon. She too was badly injured, but she lived. Even so, he injuries were so graphic that she never fully recovered, leaving one of her arms useless.

She was the first woman to receive a military pension. When she died, she was buried with full military honors at West Point Cemetery.

When we shot the scene in the National Cathedral where Bartlet’s walking down the aisle and cursing at God, first of all, we shot it at the National Cathedral in Washington. It’s a magnificent place. And, we were rehearsing, and I looked behind me and saw in the back of the room that a number of clergy had gathered, and I thought, ‘You know, I should tell them what’s about to happen. It seems like the least I can – the least rude I can be is to at least tell them what’s gonna happen.’
I walked up to the priest that was closest to me, and said 'I just wanted to let you know that Martin Sheen, in this scene we’re gonna do, he’s gonna curse at God.’
And the priest said, 'I know. It’s gonna be great.’
—  Aaron Sorkin (Two Cathedrals)