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The Dear Bess and Dear Harry Podcast, from Harry S Truman National Historic Site

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From Harry S Truman National Historic Site; a chance to share some of the stories associated with Harry Truman, Bess W. Truman and their times. We will share letters written between Harry Truman, Bess Wallace Truman, Margaret Truman, and others. We will link to digital versions of the letters in case you'd like to see them. You may need to refresh the page for the latest episode.

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Dear Bess: December 9, 1913

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for December 9, 2022, brought to you by Harry S Truman National Historic Site, which is a unit of the National Park Service.

Today’s letter was written on this date in 1913, and is, in our opinion, one of the most wonderful examples of a Dear Bess letter. Harry S Truman, farmer, describes life on the family farm, writes about livestock trading, which was his father’s professional specialty, and talks a little family gossip.

As relatively few documents from the Solomon Young/ Truman family farm survive, letters like these are essential. We can only imagine, then, how these letters led to discussions between Mister Truman and Miss Wallace, whether in person or on the telephone. The farmhouse the Trumans were living in did not have electricity, but it did have a telephone, with a party line. Remember those? As always, thanks for listening. Here’s the letter.

Grandview Dec. 9, 1913

Dear Bess:

Here it is Tuesday morning again and I am just starting your letter. Yesterday was the most strenuous day I've put in for a year. We shipped some cattle and sold some and also sold some hogs. The whole works had to be delivered in Grandview by noon and it was a rush to get there. Of course the hogs had to cause all the trouble they were able to. You know, it's a hard and fast rule that a hog's head is always turned opposite the way he is to go. There were twenty-nine to be loaded. I tried to get them in the barn and did get fifteen in. Usually when I have the barn door open and don't want them in every one of them will be right there. We loaded the fifteen and then tried to get the others in. I put some corn in the barn, and they all went in when one extra smart one grabbed an ear and ran out between my legs before I could shut the door. I went down without a struggle and the hogs all ran out. I finally got them in a little pen and when Papa came back we loaded them without any more trouble.

He'd gone to town with the fifteen while I was having all the trouble. After all our hurry the local didn't come along until 8 P.M. Papa stayed and loaded the cattle and I had to come home and be chore boy. Also I had to be the same this morning. He got up and went to town. He started off about a quarter of six and called me as he went out of the door. I didn't get up until 6:30 and wouldn't have then only it happened to occur to me that the Southern might be late and he'd be back. I got out just in time for he came into the yard gate as I went into the cow lot. I pretended I didn't see him and I wished afterwards I hadn't. Mary told me when I got to the house that he'd ordered the liveryman to take him down in the auto and that if I'd come to the house when he called me I could have gone to town and papa would have stayed home. He'd made up his mind not to go and had walked all the way down here again so I would be ready when the car came. It came before I got to the house, worse luck. He'll be sure to tell me that if I'd got up when I was called I might have gone to town. Really I don't much care because I'd have had to spend the whole day at the stock yards and it's a job I don't care much for. Anyway I wanted him to go in and stay all day today so I can go Friday without creating a disturbance. I really don't want to miss choir practice you know or the [illegible] if choir practice should fail.

Do you know that the Nolands told me the same thing about Mary P. that she told you about them. I guess they were all pretty ignorant from what each said the other knew. Ethel said she told Mary that we were two of the closest mouthed people she ever saw and Mary agreed with her. Far as I'm concerned they can guess on. It won't hurt 'em any. Besides it'll make 'em a good topic of conversation when they do find out.

I came away in such a hurry I didn't get the book you were going to let me have. I'll put it in my pocket as soon as I arrive next time and then I won't have it. Mr. Houchens got off of my car. I met him at Delaware and Maple. He said that he hadn't heard from Manley since he left. They sure are a funny bunch. He said he never wrote and neither did Manley and the only way they heard from each other was through someone else occasionally. He said he was coming out to see me some time soon. I told Mary and you ought to have seen how pleased she was. She likes Fielding just like Ethel does. I've got to bring this to a close in order to get it off this morning. You owe me a letter anyway and I hope to see you Friday evening.

Most sincerely, Harry

In this quintessential "Dear Bess" letter, Harry Truman, farmer and partner in the business firm known as J.A. Truman & Son, Farmers, wonderfully describes some livestock trading he and his father were doing. That was his father's specialty, and it's always wonderful to hear about John Anderson Truman.

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/december-9-1913?documentid=NA&pagenumber=4

Dear Bess: December 5, 1937

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for December 5, 2022, brought to you by Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

The letter we’d like to share with you today was written by Senator Harry S Truman on this date in 1937, and isn’t a very long one, but it’s a very sentimental one, for Senator Truman, still in his first term representing the State of Missouri, is feeling very wistful about his father.

John Anderson Truman had died twenty-three years before, in November, 1914, in the family farm home in Grandview, Missouri. A few months earlier, John Truman had an operation for a hernia, and a cancer was discovered. In the final days of his life, John Truman expressed regrets to his friends that he had not been more of a success in life, and felt regret in that he felt in that he had been a failure. About ten years after this letter was written, someone relayed this to Harry Truman, who, by 1945, had a different job. An angry Harry Truman replied, “How could my father have been a failure? His son is President of the United States!”

But, fundamentally, whether Senator or President, Harry Truman simply loved and admired his father, as did his brother John Vivian Truman and sister Mary Jane Truman. They were simply a very close family. Thank you for listening. Here’s the letter.

[Carroll Arms Hotel, Washington, D.C.] Sunday, December 5, 1937

Dear Bess:

Your special, enclosing one from Margaret, arrived on time. I was out driving around and didn't get it until noon. I am glad the play went off all right. I was sure it would. Wish I could have seen it. Today is my father's birthday. He'd be eighty-six if he'd lived. I always wished he'd lived to see me elected to this place. There'd have been no holding him. I'll go and see the furniture men just as soon as I can. But I don't want to make any purchases until you see whether you like them or not. I've always wanted to take part in the furnishing of a house. But my ideas have always run to such extravagant tastes that I'm afraid you wouldn't approve. I'd like to have rugs and carpets from Bokhara and Samarkand, pictures by Frans Hals, Holbein, and Whistler, with maybe a Chandler pastel and a Howard Chandler Christy or two with Hepplewhite dining room, mahogany beds (big enough for two), etc. ad lib. Well it can't be done - so we'll have to do what we can and I want you satisfied. What do you want for Christmas? - a feather bed or a potato peeler? Maybe you'd like a washing machine or just a plain tub and washboard.

Margaret told me you had taken her list away from her and it made her head ache to create another. What does she want?

Love to you both,

Harry

In this December, 1937, letter, Senator Harry S Truman writes to his wife how he wishes his father, the late John Anderson Truman, were alive to see him serve in the Senate. It's his father's birthday.

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-truman-1921-1959/december-5-1937

Dear Bess: November 25, 1913 (postmarked)

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This is the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for November 25, 2022, brought to you by the staff of Harry S Truman National Historic Site. We hope everyone had a pleasant Thanksgiving yesterday.

The Dear Bess letter we’d like to share with you was postmarked on this date in 1913. By the time Truman wrote this letter, he had been involved with the Masons for a few years, and it was an organization that meant a lot to him. The Masons not only gave him a place to belong and socialize, it was another place for some spiritual guidance and political networking. Eventually, Harry Truman became a 33rd Degree Mason, about as high as a man can go. His sister Mary Jane did the same with the Order of the Eastern Star, eventually becoming its Grand Worthy Matron in Missouri. Early in this letter, Truman tells Miss Wallace that he was reading something called “Kidnapping Colleen.” What was this? Was this a book in serialized form? A series of stories? We can’t seem to find much on it. But it at least shows that Truman was interested in sharing what he was reading with Miss Wallace. They did that the rest of their lives.

Thanks for listening. Here’s the letter.

Dear Bess:

It's Tuesday morning again and I am just starting your letter. Yesterday morning Papa went out on the road and I started to read the November installment of "Kidnapping Colleen." I went to sleep over it and Mamma didn't wake me up until 3:30 p.m. Isn't she a nice mammy to let me spend a whole day asleep when I ought to have been in the cornfield? About five o'clock a bunch of Masons called up and wanted me to go to K. C. to Lodge. They wanted me along so they could get in. I happened to be acquainted with the big gun of the Lodge they wanted to visit. I tried to call you up but for some reason or other couldn't make connection. That was about seven o'clock. The next time I got to a phone it was 10:10 and I thought I'd better not try so late. I have broken the record for late hours in the last two weeks. The average has been 1:00 a.m. since a week ago Friday, and yesterday is the first extra sleep I've had too. My head feels like it is empty this morning; that is, it has a ringing sound and the Scotchman said that meant emptiness. I heard a most excellent address on Freemasonry last night by Dr. Smith, pastor of the Central Congregational Church. He's a real orator and an extemporaneous one. He told a pretty good story about a young lady who went into a bookstore to get a present for an old man's fiftieth wedding anniversary. She asked the clerk for something appropriate and he turned to the bookshelf without any hesitation whatever and gave her Greeley's Fifty Years of Strife. He was telling that story to show that a man should be familiar with his subject. There were about four hundred present. You never saw such a rush when refreshments were served. It was a like a football rush. The Eastern Star served in the banquet room. It has a dancing floor. There were several disasters to coffee cups and striped clothes. We had to eat standing up there was such a crush. Evidently some were not used to such slick floors. They give dances there about twice a month. I suppose they have a good time. It's one of the best floors in K. C.

I met Val Brightwell Sunday night and rode home with him in his auto. We almost had a year's growth scared out of us at Dodson. There were three men standing at the end of the Blue Ridge right where several holdups have taken place. They didn't stop us but they might as well have for all the difference in our feelings it would have made. Val said he was sure glad that I was along and I was the same as regards him.

I suppose you saw Independence in motion last night. I wish I could have been along. I couldn't ditch my crowd or I would have been. There were ten of them in two machines and they kept me in tow pretty close.

I suppose you'll go to Platte City next Sunday. I hope you have a good time. I guess I'll hold a Masonic Lodge of Instruction that afternoon or go to the Orpheum, one. I'll certainly have to do something. I was wondering if they had a Home phone over there. If you didn't mind, I might call up and tell you where I go or what I do to get through the evening. Do you suppose you'll get to stay the whole week? It sure will be nice if you can but I hope you're back by a week from Sunday anyway. Two in succession would be a calamity. The box supper out here Saturday night will be some diversion. Mary said that Aileen Duvall and Nadine Blair will be here. Maybe I can make them believe I'm staying home on their account. I'll have to put some strong bluff anyway. You must write me a long letter this week to help fill the gap. There is a good-for-nothing coming for a load of hay and we've got to quit.

Most sincerely,

Harry

In this letter from 1913, Harry S Truman writes to Miss Bess Wallace about some of his experiences with the Masons, among other things. The Masons and Harry Truman had a mutually-wonderful relationship. Truman rose as high as a man could do in the Masons, eventually reaching the 33rd degree. Perhaps you have someone in your family in the Masons or a similar organization?

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/november-25-1913

Dear Bess: November 21, 1917 (postmarked)

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for November 21, 2022, a service of Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

Lieutenant Harry S Truman postmarked this letter to his sweetheart, Miss Bess Wallace, on this date in 1917. Lieutenant Truman and the men under his command were still training for what they knew was their eventual deployment to Europe to fight in the Great War. Truman was a man of responsibility. He writes that he is in possession of the payroll, $5000. That’s over $116,000 today. Truman makes mention of a picture…could it be the famous one that Miss Wallace had made up of herself that Truman carried in his shirt pocket during the War? That picture remains on the desk of President Harry Truman’s “working office” at the Truman Library today where, incidentally, you can see these letters for yourself!

On this Thanksgiving week, please be assured that we at Truman are thankful for you for your support of this and all National Parks and for your support of all Truman-related sites. They belong to you, we just take care of them for you!

Here’s the letter.

November 21, 1917 (postmark)

Dear Bess:

I am delinquent this time. This is Wednesday morning and I haven't written since Sunday but I have been going lickety split. I think I named over the various jobs I have to perform in my last and I am trying to make them all hit. So far I don't think there's more than one cylinder missing on each job. I am getting to be a hard boiled cooky if things don't go to suit me someone gets an awful currying. The mess Sgt. of our outfit has succeeded in getting the kitchen everlastingly balled up and Pete elected me to untangle it. Pete is making the best Battery in the Regiment. He stands ace high with the powers that be and also with his men. Tom McGee is also making a fine Captain. We go out to dig trenches again in a few days. I understand that we get to fire our battery from these positions. Hope so anyway.

Today is payday and I have $5000.00 in change on my mind. It is in the Adjutant's safe but two men and pick that up and carry it away. Col. Klemm sent for me last night and told me he would steal it himself if he got a chance. The Govt pays in $20 and $10 bills and every soldier in the regiment comes to the canteen to buy 5 cents worth of candy to get change.

Those pictures are not finished but as soon as they are I'll send one to you. They had to be made in Oklahoma City. I am of the opinion that we will get to stay here at Christmas. I have put in for leave to go home but I doubt if I get it. Everyone is plum crazy to go home and I have an idea that the higher ups will get off if anyone does. I am looking every day for that picture so hurry it up. I am so crazy to see the original I don't know what to do. Can't you come down somehow? Lizzie is running again. Write as often as you can for I sure like to get your letters.

Yours always, Harry.

Postmarked on this date in 1917, Lieutenant Harry S Truman writes to Bess Wallace about training, payroll, and pictures.

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/november-21-1917

Dear Bess: November 1, 1918

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for November 1, 2022, brought to you by the staff of Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

Today’s letter was written on this date in 1918 by Captain Harry S Truman, writing from somewhere in France, to his fiancée, Miss Bess Wallace, back home in Independence, Missouri.

The end of the war was coming, and Truman sensed it. He remarks on how many Americans were collecting souvenirs to take home. Captain Truman was among them. In the park’s museum collection today are some remarkable examples. Truman was proud of the effort he and his men were putting forth, but also looking forward to getting home…especially to walk down the aisle with Miss Wallace.

Thanks for listening. Here’s the letter.

Somewhere in France November 1, 1918

Dear Bess:

I have just finished putting 1,800 shells over on the Germans in the last five hours. They don't seem to have had enough energy to come back yet. I don't think they will. One of their aviators fell right behind my Battery yesterday and sprained his ankle, busted up the machine, and got completely picked by the French and Americans in the neighborhood. They even tried to take their (there were two in the machine) coats. One of our officers, I am ashamed to say, took the boots off of the one with the sprained ankle and kept them. The French, and Americans too for that matter, are souvenir crazy. If a guard had not been placed over the machine, I don't doubt that it would have been carried away bit by bit. What I started to say was that the German lieutenant yelled "La guerre fini" as soon as he stepped from the machine. He then remarked that the war would be over in ten days. I don't know what he knew about it or what anyone else knows but I am sure that most Americans will be glad when it's over and they can get back to God's country again. It is a great thing to swell your chest out and fight for a principle but it gets almighty tiresome sometimes. I heard a Frenchman remark that Germany was fighting for territory, England for the sea, France for patriotism, and Americans for souvenirs. Yesterday made me think he was about right.

I got a letter of Commendation, capital C, from the commanding general of the 35th Division. The ordnance repair department made a report to him that I had the best-conditioned guns after the drive that he had seen in France. The general wrote me a letter about it. My chief mechanic is to blame, not me. He knows more about guns than the French themselves. As usual in such cases, the C.O. gets the credit. I think I shall put an endorsement on the letter stating the ability of my chief mechanic and stick it in the files anyway. I am going to keep the original letter for my own personal and private use. It will be nice to have someday if some low-browed north-end politician tries to remark that I wasn't in the war when I'm running for eastern judge or something. I'll have the "papers" and can shut him up. If ever I get home from this war whole (I shall), I am going to be perfectly happy to follow a mule down a corn row the balance of my days that is, always providing such an arrangement is also a pleasure to you. I think the green pastures of Grand Old Missouri are the best looking of any that I have seen in this world yet and I've seen several brands. The outlook I have now is a rather dreary one. There are Frenchmen buried in my front yard and Huns in the back yard and both litter up the landscape as far as you can see. Every time a Boche shell hits in a field over west of here it digs up a piece of someone. It is well I'm not troubled by spooks.

I walked out to the observation post the other day (yesterday) to pick an adjusting point and I found two little flowers alongside the trench blooming right in the rock. I am enclosing them. The sob sisters would say that they came from the battle-scarred field of Verdun. They were in sight and short range of Heinie and were not far from the two most famous forts of his line of defense. You can keep them or throw them away but I thought they'd be something. One's a poppy, the other is a pink or something of the kind. A real sob sister could write a volume about the struggle of these pretty little flowers under the frowning brows of Douaumont the impregnable.

Please keep writing, for I look for letters eagerly even if I don't write them as often as I should. I love you

Always, Harry

Just days away from the end of World War I, Harry Truman shares his thoughts on the possibility of the war ending, souvenir hunting, and his ideas for after the War.

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/november-1-1918

Dear Bess: October 20, 1917

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for October 20, 2022, brought to you by the staff of Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

Our letter today was written on this day in 1917, written by Lieutenant Harry S Truman, writing from training camp in Oklahoma. Truman and his men were still in training for their eventual service in World War I. We are so grateful that Bess Wallace Truman saved these letters, as they are marvelous documents not only for the Truman story, they also provide an insight into what it was like in World War I training camps like these. Along the same line, we are grateful that Truman was such a fantastic letter writer, and loved to include minutia that make these such wonderful documents.

Thanks for listening…here’s the letter.

[October 20, 1917]

Dear Bess:

This is another bum day. No letter. I have been drilling all day today. Except to count the money this morning, I haven't been in the canteen. The weather has been as fine as it was unpleasant yesterday. If your letter had come it would have been an ideal day. We had gun practice this morning and I fired a problem (theoretically) and was very highly complimented by Major Gates and Captain Allen. Went riding this afternoon and taught some rookies how to sit on a horse and then went to officers riding school and learned a few things myself. Got on a horse that trots like a Ford and had myself jolted into a good appetite for supper. Had a grand supper too – cherry pie and everything. Then school for an hour and a half and nothing to do till 5:45 A.M. tomorrow when I get up and take reveille and repeat the whole performance. Tomorrow is inspection too and we have to have a shave on our faces washed for the Colonel to look at. Shoes are supposed to be shined but I doubt if mine will be. They look as if they had cost 98 cents instead of $10.00. I think I'll wear my boots and spurs they are as good looking as ever. My Dutchman or rather our Dutchman for he works for Captain Allen, Lt. Lee and me, keeps them all polished up. He went riding this afternoon and I asked him if he learned to ride in the horse marines and he said he did. He served 5 years in the German Navy. He's plum nuts over Captain Allen as he calls Pete. Says he'll join the Navy if Pete is transferred from our Battery. Pete's the best Captain in the Regiment. This Dutchman washes our clothes shines our shoes and saves us money generally. I haven't paid a laundry bill since we've been here. The laundries raised their prices 40% for our benefit. Patriotism by practice is their theory. So is it Lawton's. Houses that formerly rented for $11.00 a month are now $27.00 etc. ad lib. $1.00 shirts are $3.00 and everything in proportion. We don't buy from them or patronize them at all. I buy everything for our bunch at wholesale. I had a letter from Myra and one from mamma today. Myra sent me a picture of an American soldier and a French girl and admitted that she didn't think it would work in my case but she'd send it anyway and I could give it to someone else. I'd like to see your widow club. I bet they have a hilarious time. I'll venture to say almost as good time as Capt. Salisbury's Y. M. C. A. meetings after school in the evening.

Had a letter from Morgan & Co. today and also one from Mrs. Hughes. Morgan & Co. seem to be coming along fine. I think they are going make us rich. Wouldn't it be fine to sell our shares for $1,000.00 a piece? I'd be willing almost to pay the income tax to do that wouldn't you? I hope you've found Kuntz. Some lowdown infantrymen or good for nothing regular artillery man stole our dog Casey. He wore about $11.00 worth of harness and was a brindle bull as ugly as any picture of one you ever saw. The ninth section (our roughnecks) are going to clean up on someone if they can find who took him. If I don't get a letter tomorrow you're going to get about a 100 word telegram collect and first class day rate. So you'd better write. I am going to take some more pictures tomorrow and will send you some when they are done. Please send a letter and some more cake for Sunday.

Your Harry.

This letter, from October 20, 1917, was written by Lieutenant Harry S Truman to Miss Bess Wallace. It includes some marvelous details about life in World War I training camp in Oklahoma. Do you have someone in your ancestry who served in the Great War? Perhaps their letters included some of the same things as Lt. Truman's.

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/october-20-1917-postmark?documentid=NA&pagenumber=1

Dear Bess: October 17, 1917 (postmarked)

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for October 17, 2022, brought to you by Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

We have a very interesting letter for you today, written by First Lieutenant Harry S Truman, still at training camp in Oklahoma, postmarked on this date in 1917.

After Harry Truman came home from World War I, he and a friend named Eddie Jacobson opened a clothing store in downtown Kansas City. Although it ultimately failed during an economic downturn, initially it was quite successful. In this letter, perhaps more than any other, you sense the germination of this remarkable partnership between Truman and Jacobson. While in Oklahoma, Truman and Jacobson opened a canteen for the soldiers, and it was quite successful. They must have figured that what was successful in wartime must succeed in peacetime, so Truman and Jacobson, Haberdashers, opened in the fall of 1919, not long after Harry Truman married Bess Wallace.

Although the haberdashery wasn’t necessarily successful, Truman and Jacobson remained friends. Many years later, while President Harry S Truman was wrestling with whether to diplomatically recognize the new state of Israel, one person who very much influenced his decision to do so was his close Jewish friend from Kansas City, Eddie Jacobson. Mr. Jacobson is still fondly remembered in Israel today, as is Harry S Truman. They could never have imagined all of this in 1917.

Thanks for listening. Here’s the letter:

[October 17, 1917]

Dear Bess:

I am writing you in the canteen a picture of which is enclosed. It is not a very good picture either because it was taken the first day we moved into the building and things weren't very clean around the outside (or inside either).

The work still piles up. They find something new to do every day. Drill from seven thirty to nine thirty on the guns and all afternoon on horseback. I have written you a letter every night and gave it to a nut to mail and he failed to do it. He gave them to me this morning. You should have heard the cussin he go or rather you should not have heard it. It would have to be edited to go into the Police Gazette. Some of those letters were works of art at the time of their composition but are stale dope now.

Your good letter came last night and I was so near all in I couldn't answer it. When I found you hadn't received all the efforts I put in on Sunday, Monday and yesterday I was so mad I could hardly see. I am awful glad Chas Mize likes his surroundings in F Battery. He is a very competent officer and I think will have something very much better before very long.

Doc Brown says that it is going to be written in his biography that "he served in but one war" and that he was in Lawton but once. He and Salisbury and Dexter Perry as we call him are the life of our end of the street. Salisbury holds Y. M. C. A. meetings and sings church hymns while Doc Brown discusses the events of his varied career. We'll be in the midst of a most serious discussion on how to attack a Hun trench and Perry will nearly break up the meeting with some remark that just hits the nail on the head.

I am supposed to be at Captain Salisbury's equitation class now but didn't show up because I am taking an invoice for the Division Exchange Officer. They kid Salisbury a lot about his riding class. He asked the col. if he should have that equitation "ridin," school on Wednesday and tha is what every calls it, the equitation ridin' school.

I almost bought a car load of apples yesterday but they wouldn't take off enough on the price. I am some purchaser. Everyone says ours is the best canteen on the job. Jacobson is some manager. That a grand combination Jacobson and Trumanheimer. Ralph was over see me yesterday but I was out.

If Mrs. Mize isn't coming til Christmas she might as well stay at home or come to Paris because I think that's where we'll be. Ours is the best guard artillery regiment in the division or the country I think. Have you discovered what day Miss Rugg is going to have her wedding? Major Gates has been away for three days and I surely ought to be able to get away if he can. Don't you think. I wrote checks until my bank account is as weak as Morgan & Co.'s used to be when I had paid for drilling rig etc. I have taken in about 5400.00 and bough some $9000.00 worth of goods.

I always manage to get back to the canteen no matter where I start to talk. I sure wish I could see you. I'd almost desert to do it. I'm of the opinion that I'd better cripple Chas. Mize. I am still looking for that picture. I don't know if Pete's wife & Mary S. B. stay at the same place but I think not. I am going over to see the first chance I get. Please write me just one line anyway every day. I know I've fallen down on getting my letters off but they were written anyway. I think we will all be glad to have our biographies written along the lines of Doc Brown's. We are going to give Oklahoma to the Germans and call it a bet.

Send some of that cake it never did get bad. It only had 15 minutes to work in after it arrived and it was sure good. I am going to see that Uncle Frank doesn't beat you to the postman from now on if I have to sit up until 3 P.X. to do it. I'll send you some more pictures when they are done.

Your Harry

In this letter from 1917, First Lieutenant Harry S Truman writes about a lot of things but writes quite a bit about the canteen he and his friend and colleague Eddie Jacobson were operating in camp.

Truman and Jacobson didn't know it yet in 1917, but they had a destiny...and they would help change the world, particularly in 1948.

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/october-17-1917-postmark?documentid=NA&pagenumber=7

Dear Bess: October 11, 1918

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for October 11, 2022…brought to you by the staff of Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

Captain Harry S Truman wrote this letter to his fiancée Bess Wallace on this date in 1918…from somewhere in France. He used that phrase because he couldn’t reveal his position on paper, lest it fall into enemy hands. While World War I would end in just a few weeks, that war was still raging in France, and Captain Truman and his Battery D, 129th Field Artillery, was in the thick of it.

In the letter, Captain Truman expresses his regret that Miss Wallace’s youngest brother, Fred Wallace, wasn’t having the best experience in college. At the time, Mr. Wallace was attending the University of Missouri. David Frederick Wallace was born in Independence in January, 1900, and was the final child of David Willock Wallace and Madge Gates Wallace. Young Fred Wallace was only 3 years old when his father died tragically. He was then essentially raised in his grandparents’ house, that of George and Elizabeth Gates, at 219 North Delaware Street. Fred Wallace graduated high school at the local Chrisman High School, and briefly attended the University of Missouri in Columbia. Although he didn’t finish, he was a well regarded architect, with some of his legacies still standing in Jackson County, today. Although he was the last born of the Wallace siblings, he was the first to pass away, in 1957. He and his wife Christine had three beautiful children, and called 219 North Delaware Street home for many years.

Thanks for listening, here’s the letter.

Somewhere in France October 11, 1918

Dear Bess:

Your good letter dated September 9 and numbered 19 came this morning. You undoubtedly are right in giving me the dickens for not writing oftener but my duties have been so strenuous and my work so hard in the last two months that I have hardly had a minute to call my own. If I'd written you every time I have thought of doing it, you'd get several every day.

Since I have been at this rest cantonment I have written every day. But when we go back in, which will be shortly it will probably be another 30 days before I can write with any sense or regularity. I am awfully sorry Fred is dissatisfied with the University and I hope that when he gets settled in the classes he will like it better. I sent one of my bright kids out of the battery to West Point yesterday. If he makes the grade on the examinations he'll get in all right. I think he'll make it because he's a very bright boy. His name is John Uncles. I am very glad you found the Saturday Evening Post showing the inspection at our training camp. My battery is a 75 battery and the shooting ability of it is only equaled by some other 75 batteries. Our regiment has quite a reputation as a firing regiment and the little argument we just came out of didn't dampen our reputation any. You have probably heard of a city named Verdun and a forest named Argonne. They are both familiar to me because I did some shooting into one (the forest) and I hope it was effective. Our Division had a very hard nut to crack but succeeded in gaining more than was expected of it.

I wish I could have gone to Lone Jack with you on your hunt for a chicken dinner. I'd have taken you back through Lee's Summit and about eight miles west, where I know there are chickens and a good old mother who can cook them and we'd have had a real chicken dinner without any expense whatever although from what Mary tells me it is necessary for each one to carry his own sugar. When we go anywhere to dine out over here we carry both bread and sugar. Sometimes we forget it and then it is necessary to use all our arts and wiles to persuade the proprietor of the place to let us have some. If it happens that the proprietor is feminine, there is normally a chance of success by an added compensation of some francs. These people love francs better than their country and they are extracting just as many of them from us as they possibly can. There are parts of their country that are very beautiful and worth fighting for, but most of it would be a punishment to inflict on the Germans to make them take it. I suppose Germany though is the same kind of country only with a different brand of smells. You can always tell a French village by day or night, even if you can't see anything. They are very beautiful to stand off and look at, nestling down in pretty little valleys, as they always do, with red roofs and a church spire. But when you arrive there are narrow dirty streets and a malodorous atmosphere that makes you want to go back to the hill and take out your visit in scenery.

Please keep on writing even if I am delinquent and shouldn't be. Your letters put pep into me and make me want to finish the job and get to New York as fast as possible. I have come to the conclusion that the Statue of Liberty is going to have to turn around if she ever sees me again after I land in U.S.A. once more.

I'll never cease to think of you.

Always, Harry

Captain Harry S Truman wrote this letter to his fiancee, Miss Bess Wallace, from "somewhere in France." There's a lot in this letter, dealing with war, family, and love.

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/october-11-1918

Dear Bess: October 4 1917 (Postmarked)

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for October 4, 2022, brought to you by the staff of Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

This letter from Lieutenant Harry S Truman was postmarked on this date in 1917, and written in Oklahoma, while Lieutenant Truman continued his training in advance for his service in the Great War. This letter gives us terrific insight into his life in training, everything from laundry to the canteen store Truman was operating with Eddie Jacobson. But most of all you sense that Harry Truman is just enjoying it all, except for the separation from Miss Wallace and his family.

Near the end of the letter, Truman refers to Bess Wallace’s brother Frank Gates Wallace. We know that Frank Wallace was married to Natalie by then, and had completed a draft form for World War I. Was Frank Wallace called up to serve in the war? We don’t know, but we can suspect that the prospect of Frank Wallace, or his brothers George and Fred, going to war was worrisome to their sister Bess and mother Madge Gates Wallace.

Thanks for listening. Here’s the letter.

Lawton, Okla. October 3, 1917

Dear Bess:

This is the banner day of my stay here so far. I got two letters from you. One of them was postmarked the twenty-ninth, and the other the second.

I was on the point of wiring you but was afraid it would cause you more worry than gladness and so I didn't do it. I slipped up a day on writing you but couldn't help it. You no doubt got my spasm from the Lee-Huckins written on Sunday night. Monday was my most strenuous day. I began having callers at eight-thirty and from then on until twelve-thirty salesmen nearly ran me ragged. At two-thirty I got a car and began making the rounds, trying to buy some pop and get into connection with a laundry. Pop seems to be unobtainable. I could only get fifty cases and I wanted a carload. The laundries have formed a combination and advanced the prices 40 percent for our benefit. I told them that we would do our own washing. It would cost fifty-four cents to get a shirt, pants, and socks washed. Colonel told me to send the laundry to Kansas City. I am hiring a man here in the Battery to do mine. After I'd seen the laundries and wholesale house to the tune of seven dollars worth of auto hire, I had to run to catch my train back here and get into camp at 12:30 a.m. The canteen is a whiz. I did four hundred dollars worth of business today. It gets bigger all the time. Sold six hundred bottles of Puritan in two hours this evening. It takes six men to wait on the trade and keeps me phoning all the time to keep in supplies. I am writing this at 11:30 p.m. after my day is over. We had a grand time yesterday selecting our mounts from the issued horses. There were one thousand to pick from and we took turns on precedence. I am the seventh first lieutenant from the top and had a grand allotment to pick from. Picked a sorrel with a flax mane and tail. He proceeded to pile three men on the ground one after the other. I am going to get another horse to rest up on when he gets done with me. It was like a bunch of six-year-old kids turned loose in a candy shop when those officers were told to select their mounts. The chaplain was given first choice. He picked a beautiful black with one white hind foot. Everyone was offering him advice but I don't think he needed any. We all had lots of fun and I think everyone is happy with the choice he made. I can't understand why you haven't had my letters. I have written one to you every day but yesterday. All our mail goes to Lawton then comes over here, and I suppose they haven't their system properly arranged as yet.

Don't you give any thought to what that rotten sheet at 17th and Grand says about us. We have an ideal camping place good water and plenty of it; will have electric lights in a few days; have to [six] much to eat good beds to sleep on and our hospitals are going to be palaces when completed which will be very shortly. They are not needed any way as no one has been seriously sick except a fellow who got too familiar with one of these plug's heels, and he's only got a cracked rib. They sent him to the Post about two miles away which has a hospital as fine as R.A. Long's or St. Joseph's. Our doctors have less to do than any of us except the horse doctors. I guess the horse doctors will be pretty busy very shortly though. It looks as if we meant business by getting our horses so soon. I understand that guns are on the way. I'm tickled pink to hear you are going to see Mrs. Klemm. She's sure nice.

My hat is too small really after what Mrs. Montague said. You know that's some compliment from a mother of boys. I appreciate and only wish I could live up to it. I am awful glad Frank is free to do as he likes. I was uneasy when I heard he'd been called. Wish I could have gone to the river with you. I'm awful glad you saw Mamma and Mary and that they were well. I have had a letter from Mary and two today from you and one from you Saturday.

Don't forget the picture for I'm sure lonesome to see you. Thank your mother for her love and give her mine if there is any left from you.

Your Harry

A terrific letter from First Lieutenant Harry S Truman, written from camp in Oklahoma. Lt. Truman wonderfully describes life in the camp...talking laundry, choosing horses, finding soda pop. Other than missing Bess Wallace and his family, Truman is thoroughly enjoying it!

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/october-4-1917-postmark

Dear Bess: September 27, 1947

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for September 27, 2022, brought to you by Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

We have a very interesting Dear Bess letter for you today, written on September 27, 1947. President Harry S Truman is writing from the White House, writing to First Lady Bess Wallace Truman, who was back home in Independence, Missouri. For the Truman family, adapting to the 24/7 protection of the Secret Service was a challenge. It wasn’t that the Trumans weren’t grateful for the work of the Secret Service, but being private people, there was always some give-and-take. But note President Truman’s descriptions of the FBI…he is concerned that J Edgar Hoover’s agency would become like the police states in Russia or Germany.

Truman also makes reference to his Aunt Ella. Aunt Ella Noland was the sister of the President’s father, John Anderson Truman. By the time of this letter, Aunt Ella was almost 100 years old, and it’s clear that her health concerns her famous nephew. Truman’s Aunt Ella and her children played an important role in reuniting Harry Truman and Bess Wallace back in 1910…Aunt Ella and Uncle Joseph Noland lived across the street from 219 North Delaware. You can visit the Noland Home today when visiting us…it is at 216 North Delaware Street. There are exhibits and small films you can watch to prepare for visiting the Truman Home.

[The White House] Sept. 27, 1947

Dear Bess:

Received your Thursday letter yesterday afternoon, also one from Mary and one from Vivian--but none from daughter Margaret. I am sure glad the Secret Service is doing a better job. I was worried about that situation. Edgar Hoover would give his right eye to take over and all Congressmen and Senators are afraid of him. I'm not and he knows it. If I can prevent there'll be no NKVD or Gestapo in this country. Edgar Hoover's organization would make a good start toward a citizen spy system. Not for me.

I am glad Aunt Ella is improving. I've become so I don't like to go see her. So maybe if her mind clears up we can go with pleasure again. Glad you had a nice time at the Kings. I had a nice time at the Vaughan's party as I told you yesterday.

Had to make a radio speech last night to open the Community Chests. Was terribly hoarse but Dr. Graham sprayed me out and gave me cough medicine so I got by. Have had a cough ever since we returned from Brazil. But it is much better today.

The Chief Justice is bringing in a lot of senior circuit judges to see me this afternoon. They came to the office last year but I am having them in the study this afternoon for "tea"--sure enough tea too. The weather has been cool and clear the last two days. I hope it stays that way. I have been over sleeping--didn't get up until a quarter to seven yesterday and 6:30 today. Mays says I'm getting younger--thinking of Margaret no doubt. Hope Frank is better.

Lots of love, Harry.

An interesting letter from President Truman to his First Lady from September, 1947. In this letter, Truman makes clear his opinion of the FBI and its director, discusses the health of his beloved Aunt Ella, and more.

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-truman-1921-1959/september-27-1947?documentid=NA&pagenumber=4

Dear Bess: September 23, 1912

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Welcome to the Dear Bess/ Dear Harry podcast for Friday, September 23, 2022, brought to you by Harry S Truman National Historic Site, a unit of the National Park Service.

We have an interesting letter for you today, written on this date in 1912. In this letter, Truman writes from Saint Louis. Today, Saint Louis is about a 4 hour drive. In Truman’s world, it was like it was a whole country away. Truman’s observations on the theater are fascinating.

But you’ll notice that in the middle of the letter, Truman inserts what we would call today an ethnic and racial slur. We share it with you exactly as written. Indeed, in several of these “Dear Bess” letters, there are, unfortunately, phrases like this. In 2022, how do we interpret that? A few years after writing this letter, Harry Truman, while in World War I, served with men from a variety of backgrounds, including a Jewish gentleman with whom he established a clothing store after the War. Subsequently, in his political career, Truman represented constituents of all different backgrounds, in Jackson County and as United States Senator for Missouri. Then, as President of the United States, after much deliberation, Truman set precedent and recognized Israel as a sovereign state, and also desegregated the Federal workforce and the armed services. Could it be interpreted as Harry Truman growing wiser as he got older? Is that how he would describe himself? We’ll let you decide.

Thank you for listening. Here’s the letter.

[The American Hotel, St. Louis, Mo.] September 23, 1912

Dear Bess:

You see, I've followed Frank's advice and hung up at The American. It looks as imposing from the sidewalk as it does in the illustration, too, which isn't usual. The dummy that brought me here was exactly on the tick but it ran so fast I didn't get much sleep. I've already been stung on a vaudeville show at the Columbia. It was either that or Mr. Shea in A Man and His Wife, which seemed from comments and pictures to be an ultra highbrow "drammer." I took the punk vaudeville. Also, I saw the divine Sarah in a movie. It was also necessary to suffer some extra acts to see her at the Hippodrome. She was worth it, though, even if she did play Queen Elizabeth as a very emotional person. Imagine a woman like that great Queen making love as Sarah can and does. Still, I hoped against my convictions that Elizabeth was like that. I also hope that she is. This evening I attended the session of the Tuscan Lodge out on Kings Highway. They have the finest individual building in the state. All of the big guns were present and performed to the best of their ability in the limelight. Some fine highbrow time was had. I came downtown with Judge C. A. Mossman of St. Joe, who is Junior Grand Warden for this state. He is just a nice old man and not one bit stuck up.

Every time I come to this sleepy old town I am more thoroughly convinced that K.C. is a live one. It may not contain square miles or so many Jew jewelers, but it's far and away ahead of this place for things doing. Louisiana Lou is the leading show at the high-class theaters, and I wouldn't go see it because it's already been to K.C. The Shubert is putting on some other musical comedy, and every other show house in town has moving pictures! Except the Gayety, and Gayety shows are not always good. Real business begins in the morning. Tomorrow afternoon I can go on a two-mile parade if I want to and help dedicate the new Home Building. Little Harry thinks he'll skip the parade and go to the St. Louis Fair. I can do that and get back for the dedication. I guess I'll have to turn this sheet or ring for more. It is forty minutes after 12:00 p.m., and as I'm on the twelfth floor I'll not ring this time.

I am wondering if you'll consider this worth anything. I hope you will. I had a bad dream this morning. I thought I went back home from here immediately on arriving to get something I'd forgot and the folks wouldn't let me come back. I was almost ready to do some desperate trick when I woke up. I've been wondering all day if something's gone wrong at home. I never did have a more vivid dream and really thought I was home when I woke up. I am hoping to see you sometime Thursday if I can. Please send me a letter for this.

Most sincerely, Harry

In this Dear Bess letter from 1912, Harry Truman writes to Bess Wallace while staying in a hotel in Saint Louis. His views on the theater in Saint Louis are interesting. But this letter is an example of how, sometimes, Harry Truman used phrases that can, well, make us cringe in 2022. How do we deal with that in 2022? And can it be argued that as Truman grew older, he grew wiser?

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/library/truman-papers/correspondence-harry-s-truman-bess-wallace-1910-1919/september-23-1912

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