When Tom’s alarm rang at 5:45am on Tuesday July 30, 2024 and he got ready to take on the day, I didn’t think we were in Kansas anymore. But we were – albeit we were only a quarter mile into the Land of Ahs in the Kansas City suburb of Prairie Village, Kansas.
I was anxious to hit the road that morning for two reasons. First, Tom planned on spending most of the day in Independence, Missouri where we would be emersed into the world of President Harry S Truman. And second, my photographer’s grandson, Rory Watson, was going with us. Since this venture would mark the first time one of Tom’s grandchildren would accompany us on a Presidential trip, I viewed this day as the passing of the torch. It’s not as though my cameraman is planning on hanging up his hat any time soon, but the old fart can’t go on forever. Tom had heard Rory’s mother say that the lad was extremely excited to see the Truman sites and he was bringing his Abraham Lincoln finger puppet with him. As for me, I wasn’t convinced a nine-year-old would be able to stay engaged as we planned to thoroughly explore seven different Presidential sites, all in a five or six-hour timeframe and in the extreme heat. In my resin mind, the jury was still out as to whether the passed torch stays lit or whether it gets snuffed out on the first day.
My photographer got behind the wheel of the Jeep at 8:00am while I stayed comfortable in the camera case for the 20-mile ride from our Airbnb to the Harry S. Truman Presidential Library & Museum. Rory and his Lincoln puppet manned the front passenger seat. Even though it took a bit longer for us to make the trek into Independence due to road construction, we were still in the parking lot twenty minutes before the place opened. And I had to admit, Tom played it smart and parked in the shade, although it made the three of us walk a bit further to the museum.
Suddenly, just as we were about to make the long walk towards the building, I heard my photographer recite another Clark W. Griswold quote from the movie Vacation. Tom proudly looked at his grandson and said, “First ones here. First ones here.” Rory shot back, “But Pa, we’re so far away.” Tom replied, “Right, and at the end of the day when the lot’s all full and everybody’s fighting to get out of here, we’ll be the first ones out, too. Right? Why? Because we’re the Watsons!” At that moment, a funny thought popped into my resin head – what if there was an animatronic Moose out front saying the place was closed for two weeks to clean and repair America’s favorite Presidential Museum. Hopefully there’s not a sporting goods store nearby.
The three of us made it to the front of the museum, even though the entrance was in the rear of the building. Before I could say “Walley World”, Tom began snapping pictures of me while I posed where President Truman stood during the library’s dedication ceremony on July 6, 1957. This was my second time in Independence, but during my first visit in 2016, I didn’t appreciate what a great leader President Truman was. After visiting the Little White House in Key West, Florida back in late April, however, I’ve gained a ton of respect for the man they called “Give ‘Em Hell, Harry”. Today, I believe Truman was one of our best Presidents.
When Tom, Rory, me, and tiny Abe went through the museum’s security system, my photographer was physically scrutinized by the on-duty guard; and quite frankly, the interrogation seemed a bit over-the-top just to visit a museum. It wasn’t as though the President himself was there. As a matter of fact, my photographer was axed specifically about me and was forced to remove me from the camera case. I knew right away Tom wasn’t happy about the extra attention when he snapped at the guard in no uncertain terms, “I didn’t draw this much attention when I visited the West Wing of the White House and took the bobble head to the Oval Office. This is ridiculous. It’s made of resin, and he has a metal spring in his neck if you’re worried about that.”
Once the four of us had made it past the Gestapo, we spent the next two hours admiring artifacts from the lives of Harry S Truman and his wife Bess. I was surprised by Rory as he was truly a kid in a candy store. The nine-year-old absorbed as much information as he could; he posed for pictures when asked; and he participated in some of the hands-on activities meant for the younger visitors. But the funniest part of the entire visit came at the end of our tour when we visited the gravesite of the President and First Lady. Rory watched Tom reach over the chain barricade as he set me on Truman’s grave marker where I posed for a few photos. When we were finished and I was safely back inside the camera case, Rory looked at my photographer and said with a straight face, “Pa, it’s an honor for me to be a part of your illegal activities.” I was laughing so hard inside the black bag I thought I might poop my resin breeches. Not only is Rory Watson a smart kid, but he also possesses the sarcasm and wit of his grandfather. I swear those two could go toe-to-toe with each other and I’m not sure who would win.
Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here are 52,000 words that are represented by my photographer’s images taken at the Harry S. Truman Presidential Library & Museum. Tom and I hope you enjoy the photos.
Exactly two hours after we were nearly physically and mentally assaulted by security at the entrance to the Truman Library, Tom, Rory, Little Abe, and I were back inside the toasty Jeep, which was no longer in the shade.
For me, it was great to see all of the artifacts displayed inside the impressive museum. Some of the historic relics were ones I had seen during my 2016 visit, while some were new. I’ve been to all 13 of the official Presidential Library’s in the country and in my opinion, Truman’s ranked fifth. The other four I thought were more impressive were Reagan, FDR, Nixon, and George HW Bush – although it’s a toss-up between Truman and Bush.
But even more important than seeing the library was watching Tom share the experience with his grandson. Rory was all ears when my photographer explained the historical significance of some of the artifacts; plus, the lad seemed to thoroughly enjoy his visit. The interaction between the two was priceless – the torch had been passed.
It was eleven o’clock and our day of visiting Presidential sites had just begun. Now it was time for us to head into the historic district of Independence and walk in the footsteps of Harry Truman in the town he loved the most. And with the temperature already hitting 90 degrees, there was no better place to start than the Clinton Drug Store, which was where Tom said he’d buy an ice cream float for his grandson.
To be continued…
** This post is dedicated to Rory Watson for his enthusiasm and willingness to help his grandfather during Tom’s “illegal activities”. The Watson Presidential legacy lives on! **
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!