290: I WAS THE STAR OF THE ‘TRUMAN SHOW’ IN KEY WEST’S LITTLE WHITE HOUSE

When my photographer’s alarm rang at 6:00am on Friday April 26, 2024, I was anxious for our second morning in Key West, Florida to begin. While the three of us didn’t do anything but relax after we arrived at the Parrot Key Hotel & Villas on Wednesday afternoon, we spent the entire day on Thursday touring Fort Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas National Park. Although the fort where Dr. Samuel Mudd was imprisoned was awesome and had a shirt-tail Presidential connection because the doctor was convicted as a co-conspirator in Abraham Lincoln’s assassination, Friday morning’s first site was one that had been high on my bucket list for a while. For the past four months, once Tom had secured two tickets to tour Truman’s Little White House, I’ve had high expectations for the home where our 33rd President stayed for 175 days during eleven separate visits to Key West during his administration.

Once my companions had packed-up all of their belongings, including me, the three of us boarded their Jeep Grand Cherokee shortly after it had arrived at the hotel’s valet station. That early morning three-mile drive took us into the Old Town section of Key West where Vicki anticipated she’d have to pay righteous bucks to park near the Little White House. The previous day, while on the boat, we heard there was no place to park for free in Key West. But that information turned out to be incorrect as my photographer’s wife found a nice spot along Emma Street – and the free street parking was just over a half mile from the historic site. I knew Tom wouldn’t walk a mile for a camel, but he’d walk a half mile to see a Presidential home.

Tom carried me through the front gate and onto the property at 8:40am, even though the grounds didn’t officially open until nine o’clock. My photographer wanted an early start so he could capture all of his exterior images before other visitors got in his way. As we walked up the sidewalk towards the historic home, both of our jaws dropped – there was scaffolding and a tarp covering the north side of the building. To make matters worse, the grounds were swarming with contractors who were in the process of renovating the windows on the structure.

For the next forty minutes or so, my photographer had me pose at numerous locations on the east and west sides of the house. At one point, he placed me on the ground where President Truman once sat as he entertained guests. With each image Tom captured, he did his best to keep the unsightly equipment, along with the even more unsightly contractors, out of his pictures.

This is the Truman Little White House in Key West, Florida. Although this side of the house faced Front Street, it was actually considered the back of the house. The opposite side, or the front, once featured an ocean view – although that view has since been obstructed by a large condominium.
I was very disappointed to discover scaffolding had been erected for an ongoing restoration project.
President Truman first came to Key West in November 1946 at the suggestion of his doctor to combat his physical exhaustion. The President was invited to stay at this house, which was built in 1890 as a naval officer’s quarters. Truman loved the place so much he returned every November, and again in February, for extended stays throughout his Presidency.
My photographer and I thought the coconut tree near the home was an interesting site. I wondered if that tree brought back haunting memories for JFK during his stay at the home in the early 1960s.
Today, the Little White House might be called Camp David South for its use as a Presidential retreat. The reason Truman loved the home so much was due to the fact he believed he got more work done in Key West than he did in Washington because there were less distractions.
As I stood in front of the Little White House, I had hoped to get a clear look at the ocean, which was only a few hundred yards away. Unfortunately, the Harbour Place Condominium building blocked our view.
Give ‘Em Hell, Harry was photographed as he walked with his Joint Chiefs of Staff during one of his visits to the Little White House.
Truman used the front lawn of the Little White House to relax and to entertain guests. I’m standing near the spot where the President sat with his wife and daughter for a 1948 photo-op with the press.
President Truman, along with First Lady Bess Truman (left) and their 24-year-old daughter Margaret, posed for the reporters and photographers.
Although Harry Truman spent more time in this house than any other President, Franklin Roosevelt came to Key West before he was President in search of a cure for polio. FDR spent six winters in Key West, but only stayed five nights in this house – and never found a cure for the dreaded disease.
As I stood on the porch window in front of the Little White House, it was though I could see former President Bill Clinton and Senator Hillary Clinton during their weekend visit in January 2005.
Bill and Hillary Clinton listen as Executive Director Bob Wolz talked about the history of Truman’s Little White House. Wolz mentioned how Truman liked to play the piano, while Clinton preferred the harMonica.
I was shaking with excitement as I waited for our tour to begin. A minute or so after I posed on the front steps, my head shook with disappointment when Tom and I saw “The Sign of Despair”.
I stood beneath “The Sign of Despair” outside of the entrance to the Little White House. Less than five minutes after this image was captured, we met our tour guide Steve.

But then it happened – as the clock grew closer to the time of our tour, which was 9:30am, Tom saw a sign posted near the entrance that made both of our hearts sink. The second rule on “The Sign of Despair” was ‘Still or video photography is prohibited’. The two of us were not only disappointed, but we were also completely devastated. Truman’s Little White House was one of the biggest anticipated highlights for both Tom and me; and since it was located within a mile or so of the southern-most point in the continental United States, we knew this might be our only visit to this remote Presidential site. We had finally made the journey all the way out to Key West, only to discover interior photography was outlawed. And to make matters worse, it appeared Tom, Vicki, and I would be the only ones on the tour, which would be problematic for my photographer to covertly snap an interior picture or two.

A few minutes before the scheduled tour-time, the door opened, and a man walked out onto the brick steps. The guy looked at us and said, “My name is Steve and I’ll be your tour guide today. How are you doing this morning and where are you from?” This was Tom’s chance to deliver his usual spiel and if he worked his magic, maybe Steven would allow a single interior picture. “We’re from Michigan and I’m a Presidential historian. I travel all around the United States visiting Presidential sites with this Thomas Jefferson bobble head and I photograph him at each site. To date, I’ve travelled with the bobble head for over seventy-thousand miles and have been nearly everywhere – including the Oval Office inside the Big White House. Now we’ve made it all the way down to Key West to tour Truman’s Little White House, and I gotta tell you Steve, I couldn’t have been more disappointed when I saw your sign that said, ‘no photography’. I’ve taken pictures inside the White House; inside Monticello; inside Mount Vernon; inside the Hermitage; but now I won’t be able to take pictures here. I can’t remember a time when I’ve been more disappointed on one of our trips.”

As Tom finished his heart-felt speech, a huge smile filled Steve’s face. “Well today, I’m not going to pay attention to that rule. You’re on my tour and I’m going to let you take pictures inside; just don’t tell anyone. We have that rule listed because if a tour group is large, say fifteen to twenty people, it delays the timing inside as everyone wants to get their pictures. But since it looks like it’ll just be the three of us, you’ll be able to take all the pictures you want.”

At the last possible moment, just as Steve was about to lead Tom, Vicki and me into the historic home, two other couples arrived on the scene for a tour. I figured for sure our guide would have a change of heart due to the additional people, but he dispelled my fears when he mentioned they could take photos as well.

Now known as Truman’s Little White House, the seven-bedroom, 9,000-square-foot home was built in 1890 along the waterfront and was originally the first officer’s quarters at the U.S. naval station in Key West. The first Presidential visit to the home came in December 1912 when William Howard Taft stayed in Key West before he departed to Panama to inspect the canal. Thirty-four years later, another President came to Key West at the suggestion of his doctor to help combat his physical exhaustion. When President Harry Truman arrived in November 1946, he loved the place so much, he returned ten more time during his administration – spending a total of 175 days of his Presidency at the home. Truman’s philosophy became ‘wherever the President was, the White House was’, which was aided when technology became advanced enough to allow him to be away from Washington for a greater length of time.

In the Spring of 1952, President Harry Truman walked through the doors of the Little White House for the last time, even though he returned to Key West five additional times after leaving office. Since Truman’s last visit, three other Presidents stayed at the historic home. While Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton spent time in the home after they left office, John F. Kennedy stayed there twice during his Presidency. JFK’s first visit came on March 26, 1961, and he returned on November 26, 1962, less than a month after the Cuban Missile Crisis ended. I guess Kennedy felt he needed to keep an eye on Cuba, which was only 90 miles away.

When our entire group finally walked through the same doors President Truman had used, we saw the interior of the home had been renovated to the year 1949. A few minutes after we walked into the first room, I began posing for photos. Tom snapped images at a record pace, just in case Steve changed his mind. But that never happened. As a matter of fact, just the opposite occurred. As I posed for a photo next to Truman’s poker table in the bar area, Steve said to my photographer, “Why don’t you go ahead and set him on that table for a picture. As a matter of fact, you can set your bobble head on anything in this entire house.” I nearly pooped my breeches; we had gone from a ‘No Photography” rule all the way to me standing for pictures on all of the historic furnishings in the home – and in the span of about ten minutes.

While the buck stopped here, Tom’s pictures are just starting. Please enjoy the photos from our tour of the Truman Little White House – which to be honest, wasn’t all that little.

We began our tour in the room where President Truman began every morning while in Key West – in the bar. After waking up and getting dressed for the day, Truman walked up to the bar and asked the Navy bartender for his “heart starter”, which was a shot of Old Grandad bourbon and a glass of orange juice.
Roughly 90% of the furnishings in the home were original to Truman’s time there. Ashtrays were common inside the home as smoking was considered glamorous in the 1940s and 50s and it was very acceptable for people to smoke inside the home. As a matter of fact, the magazine on the table featured a full-page advertisement showing 1948 Olympic swimmer Jeanne Wilson smoking Camel cigarettes.
Truman loved to play poker and I’m standing on the poker table that was a gift from the Navy and made in the woodshop at the base. The table was constructed of four layers of Key West Mohagany and the ashtrays were fashioned from brass artillery shells.
The dining room was located next to the bar and was where most of the meals were served. Unless, of course, the President decided to cook hotdogs and hamburgers on his brick outdoor grill.
In 1947, during his second stay in this home, President Truman sat at this table with the Joint Chiefs of Staff and helped create the Department of Defense as part of the National Security Act.
Tom carried me upstairs where I visited the First Lady’s bedroom. In those days, the First Lady did not sleep with the President. I’m standing on Bess Truman’s bed, while the bed to my left was used by the Truman’s 20-year-old daughter Margaret.
The ventilated porch outside of Bess Truman’s bedroom was where she and Margaret went to relax away from the press.
Welcome to the large bedroom used by President Harry S Truman during his eleven stays at the home.
I’m standing on President Truman’s bed and next to one of his monogrammed blue pillows. Steve told us there was once two identical pillows, but shortly after he started giving tours of the home, one of the pillows was pilfered. I looked my photographer in the eye and thought, “Don’t you dare!”
The President’s personal desk I’m standing on was located in his bedroom. While Harry stayed in the home eleven times, Bess only came to Key West five times. Missing his wife during those visits, President Truman sat at this desk and wrote 300 to 400 love letters to Bess.
Back downstairs, Steve led us to the final room of the tour – the living room. I’m standing on Truman’s personal piano that travelled with the President wherever he went.
President Truman was photographed as he played the piano for Admiral Louis Kirn, also known as ‘Bullet Lou’ Kirn.
Harry Truman loved to play the piano. There was one occasion in 1945 when he tickled the ivories, but it didn’t tickle the fancy of his wife Bess.
Only a few weeks after becoming Vice President, Truman played the piano on February 10, 1945 at the National Press Club in Washington D.C. for about 800 servicemen who were in attendance. Suddenly, 20-year-old actress Lauren Bacall perched herself on top of the piano and the publicity stunt was caught on camera. Needless to say, Bess Truman was furious and demanded her husband never play the piano in public again.
During his stays at the Little White House, Truman never stopped working. As a matter of fact, hundreds of legislative documents over those six years were flown from Washington to Key West for the President to sign, which he did at this desk.
President Truman was photographed seated at the same desk in the Little White House living room.
As I stood on the end table in the living room, I thought about Harry Truman and his Presidency. In my opinion, Truman was one of the most underrated Presidents in history. The fact was, Truman was honest and was very decisive – he never passed the buck when it came to making a hard decision, including dropping the atomic bomb on Japan.
When it comes to effective Presidents, historians rated Truman as fifth best – behind Lincoln, Washington, FDR, and Teddy Roosevelt. That’s pretty good company in my book.
President Truman used the living room as an office, his library, and every night, it became a movie theater.
When our interior tour had finished, the three of us visited the small museum located adjacent to the gift shop. While we didn’t see anything outstanding in the museum, I did pose next to a fake President Truman, who was sporting what he once called the “Key West Uniform” – a Hawaiian shirt.
When Tom carried me around to the back of the house, we saw Truman’s barbecue grill located on one corner of the grounds. During his stays, the President loved to cook hot dogs and hamburgers on this grill for his staff and visitors. The simple cuisine, which Truman preferred, was served on silver platters by the President himself.
Just before we left the grounds, my photographer snapped this image of a free-range Key West rooster. We were told by a staff member the rooster’s name was Bacon.

For forty-plus minutes, Steve led our small group through the Little White House room by room. We began our tour in the bar where Truman began most of his mornings; we continued through the dining room where he developed the Department of Defense; and after visiting the upstairs bedrooms where the President and First Lady spent their nights, we finished our visit in the living room where Truman conducted most of his official business in Key West. Throughout the entire tour, my photographer and I were mesmerized by our tour guide’s style and storytelling. Steve painted a verbal picture of what life was like in that home during Truman’s administration; and he did it with a factual-yet-humorous flair. When the three of us walked out of the building and stood in the back yard near the barbeque grill, I heard Tom say to Steve, “I’ve been on hundreds of tours at different historical sites all around the country – some were good tours, and some weren’t as good. I’ll tell you one thing for certain, Steve, you just might be the best tour guide who’s ever led me through any historical site. You made every room in that home come to life, your stories and information were interesting and funny, and you’re one of the friendliest guys I’ve ever met on any trip. When it comes to tour guides, they don’t come any better than you.”

At that moment, the most unbelievable thing happened right before my painted resin eyes. My thrifty photographer attempted to tip our tour guide for a job well done – and Steve refused any money. As a matter of fact, the docent said just knowing how much a historian like my photographer enjoyed his tour was reward enough. And with that, we made the half-mile hike back to the Jeep.

The morning was rapidly slipping away as we made our way to our final stop in Key West, which was the marker erected close to the site of the southernmost point in the continental United States. Even though Steve told my photographer there’s usually hundreds of people flocked around that marker most every day, our bigger concern was going to be parking.

After a short 1.2-mile drive south, the 12-foot-tall concrete buoy that had been erected in 1983 to mark the southernmost point came into view. Steve was right – an unbelievable throng of people were gathered around the gawdy, painted buoy. And to make matters worse, an endless line stretched along South Street where people stood for their turn in front of the marker. With no available parking within eyesight, Tom made the executive decision to not ask his wife drive around in search of a place to stash our Jeep. Instead, he asked Vicki to drive past the marker slowly and he’d photograph the marker while holding me up at the opened window. While it would’ve been cool for me to stand at the buoy instead of doing a drive by shooting of the tourist trap, the fact the marker wasn’t situated at the actual furthest point south in the continental United States made it easier for me to swallow Tom’s decision. There were technically a couple of locations on the island of Key West that were geographically further south by several hundred feet. And for us purists who strive for perfection, Florida’s Ballast Key, which was located ten miles south and west of Key West, was the actual furthest point south in the continental United States.

Tom snapped this image of me as we drove past the “alleged” southernmost point in the continental United States. Thankfully, I didn’t accidentally slip out of his hand and smash onto the street below.

We were nearly halfway through the ninth day of our 16-day adventure, and we reached the furthest point south on the trip. It was eleven o’clock in the morning and time to begin the long journey home. I knew my companions were happy to be leaving Key West, at least with their credit cards still intact. While our stay on the paradise island was nice, and we accomplished our goal of visiting the two major historical sites, I heard both Tom and Vicki say they weren’t anxious to ever return to Key West, Florida.

Roughly an hour into our drive north, just after we crossed the Seven-Mile Bridge, my photographer and his wife decided it was time for their lunch, or early dinner. After making a quick search on the internet for a place to eat, the three of us ended up at a trendy, outdoor eatery called Burdine’s Waterfront – which was located along the Boot Key Harbor near the town of Marathon.

My photographer captured this wide-angle view of the Seven-Mile Bridge as we approached from the south.
For the second time in just three days, Vicki drove our Jeep over the Seven-Mile Bridge.
Our final stop in the Florida Keys was at Burdine’s Waterfront in Marathon. While I figured my companions would enjoy some sort of seafood cuisine since we were so close to the sea, that never happened. Sometimes I can’t figure those two out.
My photographer let me snap this image of him and his wife eating lunch. Vicki can be seen eating her usual patty melt, while Tom was about to devour an enormous Italian sausage sandwich known as ‘Joe Mama’s Big Biker Sausage’.

When Tom and Vicki finished their meal, we sat in the parking lot of Burdine’s Waterfront while my photographer made reservations for an Everglades airboat ride scheduled for early the following morning. Unlike most of our other stops where we had advanced reservations, Tom wanted to see the weather forecast before obtaining the tickets for the hour-long Everglades tour.

Like it had been on Wednesday, the drive through the Keys was slow and steady, which surprised my two companions. They figured most people would be headed south for the weekend, but there seemed to be just as much traffic headed north on that early Friday afternoon.

Once we left the Florida Keys behind and were back on the mainland, the route through Homestead and along the west side of Miami wasn’t much better traffic-wise. And to add insult to injury, the south Florida countryside we passed wasn’t postcard-worthy either. As a matter of fact, the area in and around Homestead was very dirty, unkempt, and quite frankly, it looked like a dangerous place to be driving through. But once we had escaped that area with our lives intact, the remaining sixty miles of roadway along the eastern edge of the Everglades seemed a lot safer, as long as our Jeep didn’t break down out in the middle of nowhere.

At roughly 5:31pm, we finally made it to our hotel when Vicki pulled into the parking lot of the Double Tree by Hilton Hotel near Sunrise, Florida. We were staying in the perfect location – the hotel was less than two miles from the Everglades, and the Everglades Swamp Tours where we had airboat reservations was only twenty miles to the west of us.

Tom unpacked the Jeep while Vicki registered in the hotel’s lobby. Once we were in our room for the night, my photographer placed me alongside the television set where we watched the second round of the NFL Draft, followed by a couple episodes of the Andy Griffith Show.

“Hey Barney, is that a bobble head standing in front of the TV set or is Goober just goofing-off again?”

When my camera guy turned off the room’s lights at 9:45pm, I was alone in the darkness where my imagination ran wild. At one point, shortly after my photographer began to snore, I envisioned the three of us were out in the middle of the Everglades when Tom held me over the edge of our airboat while a hungry alligator approached. My careless camera guy wanted to capture an action shot, when suddenly, he accidentally dropped me into the water. I was in full-blown panic mode. Luckily for me, I landed on a large clump of sawgrass, which kept me from sinking to the bottom of the swamp.

I wasn’t too concerned about my dream or premonition, as it was highly unlikely we’d see any alligators during our morning’s one-hour tour, let alone get close to one. My reasoning was justified because I overheard Tom tell his wife he might have seen the tail of a gator on his airboat ride in 1977, but he wasn’t totally sure if it was an alligator or not. It might have been a large fish.

With nothing to fear, or to keep me from wanting to board the airboat in the morning, no alligator was going to hinder my next adventure. In the words of the late, great Bill Haley, “See you later alligator, after ‘while crocodile. Can’t you see you’re in my way now, don’t you know you cramp my style. See you later alligator, after ‘while crocodile. See you later alligator, so long, that’s all, goodbye.”

** This post is dedicated to Steve, the most amazing tour guide I’ve ever crossed paths with. When it comes to keeping his audience engaged, the buck stops here with Steve. **

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Thomas Watson

My name is Thomas Watson and I've been a U.S. history fanatic since I was 9 years old. In 2013, I decided to take my passion to the next level when I purchased a Thomas Jefferson bobble head with the sole intention of photographing that bobble head at Presidential sites. From that first day on July 10, 2013 at Spiegel Grove in Fremont, Ohio, this journey has taken on a life of its own. Now, nearly 40,000 miles later, I thought it was time to share the experiences, stories, and photos of Jefferson's travels. Keep in mind, this entire venture has been done with the deepest respect for the men who held the office as our President; no matter what their political affiliations, personal ambitions, or public scandals may have been. This blog is intended to be a true tribute to the Presidents of the United States and this story will be told Through the Eyes of Jefferson. I hope you enjoy the ride!

2 thoughts on “290: I WAS THE STAR OF THE ‘TRUMAN SHOW’ IN KEY WEST’S LITTLE WHITE HOUSE

  1. Another Little White House! I hope that I get there someday. TJ certainly got a chance to stand on a lot of very special artifacts, thanks to Steve.

    1. Hard to believe there’s more than one Little White House, isn’t it? But this one was nearly as cool as FDR’s LWH. And if you ever do make it down to Key West, I hope you get Steve for a guide. He’s unbelievably great.

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