She told of Lyndon in elementary school reading, as befitted a class leader, a poem of his own choosing, entitled, curiously enough, “I’d Rather Be Mamma’s Boy.” She also reprinted an essay Lyndon published when he was twenty-two in the college newspaper, entitled “To Our Mothers.” “. . . There is no love on earth comparable to that of a mother. Our best description of it is that of all types of earthly love, it most nearly approaches the divine
