Ever since his trip to Mexico, Harry Truman had been waiting for another chance to visit his 94-year-old mother, bedridden in Grandview, Mo. with a broken hip. Last week, to celebrate the beginning of his third year in office, he made a flying trip home.
It was a quiet, pleasant weekend, a welcome change from the Washington hurlyburly. He found his mother pert and chipper, saw his old Battery D mates, went early to bed after dinner in his Hotel Muehlebach suite. His only official duty was a three-minute radio address in honor...
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