Cold, drizzling rain dashed the white blooms of the spiraea bushes outside the yellow clapboard cottage. Inside, behind drawn shades, 94-year-old Martha Truman dozed fitfully. In the next room, the President of the U.S. sat working at the Mission oak library table. It was just a week since Harry Truman got the sudden telephone call which brought him hurrying to his mother's side.
Hardy Martha Truman had rallied briefly when her son first arrived, again when Mary Margaret canceled her Pittsburgh concert to fly to Grandview, Mo. Mrs. Truman had pork chops for...
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