Across the Spectrum:The Interdisciplinary Life and Letters of John G. Neihardt (‘Flaming Rainbow’)

That was a good and very welcome letter. You did, somehow, seem a bit far away. But you will all be here soon.

Had some fine experiences last Thurs. (7-30-'59). Hilda & I drove to Judge Hall's home on Lake Lotawana on Wed. p. m., and next morning we called on President Truman. He knew about me, in a general way, and especially in connection with Tom Benton. It was a happy 15 minute conversation we had, and we really clicked. I forgot that he is a world figure and that he once had more power than any Roman emperor ever had. He was sweet with me, and in that short time I felt much about him that I'm glad to know. I really saw inside by flashes, and I loved what I saw. We shook hands twice as our group was leaving; and he came to the door, took my hand a third time & said, "When I come to Columbia again I'll look you up." Look me up! (Being important did not damage his spirit.)

The Judge's daughter, Lynn (my student) and her mother drove us around to all the places where I lived all under the age of 10 years. The places are all living, except the one at Howard & Olive where I last saw my father. (The house next door is still hanging on wearily). The house at 2538 Wabash is now owned by a Negro preacher, Rev. Harris; and my god! You must see how he has dressed that place up! It's funny in a way that does not make you want to laugh. Evidently he loves the place not wisely and too well! He was not at home, but I hope to see him and say something pleasantly appreciative. To think the old place should be so loved! Golly. I lived there 70 years ago, and it's all clear as yesterday afternoon. Our best friends, the Fincks, lived at 2540, and that, too is thriving with a new owner.

And, Lucile, I stood under the windows of Miss Lobb's room at Irving School on 24th & Prospect. It's a Negro school now & the name is changed to Booker T. Washington. I've tried to get into the bldg., but could [missing]