Monday, October 29, 2012
More from Harry Truman's diary......
June 28, 1948
Bess and I are eating supper on the south porch of the White House at 7 p.m. I am facing the Jefferson Memorial across the White House lawn. There is a fountain in the center of the lawn surrounded by petunias - we had dwarf cannas last year, and the Jap beetles ate them into rags and tatters.
A ball game or two goes on in the park south of the lawn. Evidently a lot of competition, from the cheers and calls of the coaches. A robin hops around looking for worms, finds one and pulls with all his might to unearth him. A mocking bird imitates robins, jays, red birds, crows, hawks - but has no individual note of his own. A lot of people like that. Planes take off and land at the National Air Port south of the Jefferson Memorial. It is a lovely evening. I can see the old Chesapeake and Potomac Canal going across the Washington Monument grounds, barges anchoring west of the Monument. I can see of J. Q. Adams going swimming in it and getting his clothes stolen by an angry woman who wanted a job. The old guy didn't have any guards or it wouldn't have happened. Then I wake up, go upstairs and go to work and contemplate the prison life of a President. What the hell!