Spring Break, Jesse James, Harry Truman and Snow!


As a general rule–at least prior to 2006–Howard and I did not make trips over Spring Break! The event always occurred in mid-to-late March. Since I worked as an adjunct for several colleges and since spring breaks between schools seldom agreed with one another, I didn’t have a spring break! I might be free from one campus for a week–but I wasn’t free from the other. Also, March weather can really be a messy time for us here in Denver. We often have our heaviest snows in March. In March 2002 or 2003, for example, we had two weeks of spring break! A blizzard slammed us the week before the break. The break was officially scheduled the second week, so on such short notice they couldn’t tell us to return to classes. Everyone had plans.

Over my years of teaching, my schedule changed between the schools. I stopped working for some and also began working in online instruction. Finally, I reached the point where I didn’t have competing schedules. By 2006, I could enjoy spring break.

“Let’s take a trip!” Howard suggested in March 2006.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Let’s go back to St. Joseph, Missouri!”

Typical of March weather in Colorado, a rain and snow mixture arrived the morning we planned to leave. Bound and determined to go, we loaded up the car and headed east on I-70. The rain fell steadily, and the wind cut us like a knife whenever we got out of the car. We drove as far as Topeka and spent the night in a motel. The following morning, we were back on the road again. And we finally reached St. Joseph!

This was not our first visit to St. Joseph. We went there with a student group in the 1960s when Howard was a student at Park College. The Mental Health Hospital in St. Joseph was looking for student volunteers, so Howard and I went there as part of a tour. (I have to say that mental health has come a long way since then!) The reason for our trip to St. Joseph in 2006 related to a city lot we had purchased as an investment in the Patee Historical District a few months before. This is the first time we would see it.


We spent most of our time in the Patee Historical District that day in March 2006. The Jesse James House Museum is one block up the street from our lot, and it was the only place that was open. The doll museum and Pony Express station wouldn’t open until May–so Jesse James became our main focus.

The house was originally located on a bluff on Lafayette Street, a bluff that overlooks our lot! Jesse James liked the location of the house because of that bluff. He wanted to be able to see whether anyone was sneaking up on him! As Tom Howard, few people knew his real identity–but the Ford brothers knew! The house was eventually relocated from Lafayette Street to Patee, where it sits today. And the bluff behind our lot was lowered fifty feet. But we could still stand on the back of the bluff and look down on our lot.

The man inside the Jesse James house was knowledgeable about the rascal. Of course, I had to ask him about the DNA test on Jesse’s body. Some years ago, the people in Missouri grew tired of hearing the Texas story about the man who claimed to be the real Jesse James. Although the man died years ago (he lived to be 102), stories still persisted that the real Jesse was buried in Texas and not in Kearney, Missouri. So Jesse’s body was exhumed. The DNA results gave him a 99.7% proof that he was indeed the real Jesse James. The man in Texas? They exhumed the wrong body (go figure!) So they have no proof!

Our time spent in the Jesse James house was well worth the trip. Back then, I was compiling research for the book I would eventually write and publish in 2010: The Sum Total: A Search for Levi Clay (1843-1917) and Jesse James (1847-1882).

The next morning, we discovered we had seen St. Joseph, but we weren’t ready to return to Colorado. We drove around St. Joseph for much of the day and by 4:00, wondered whether we should stay there another night or go to another location.

“Let’s go to Independence!” Howard suggested.

On our way over there, we stopped at the Red X in Riverside–the place where we used to shop early in Howard’s college days. We bought some pizza and chicken and drove on over to Independence, where we booked two nights in a motel. Howard lived in Independence, Missouri when Harry Truman was President. It would be fun to prowl around the square. Besides, Howard wanted to find the house where his family lived–which he found!

Snow greeted us the next morning–a rain and snow mixture and a cold wind. The weather didn’t stop us. We headed to the town square and found the Visitor’s Center open. While Howard conversed with the person in charge there, I went outside to take pictures on the street. And that’s when I saw a covered wagon approaching!


Because of the weather, the wagon was covered with plastic in order to keep the school kids dry! They were on a field trip around old Independence, and I could hear them squealing with delight as the wagon passed by. It seemed as though we encountered those school kids everywhere we went that morning. At least we had the Truman house to ourselves!


When Howard and his brothers were little, they walked by the Truman House on their way to school. And they often speculated concerning whether or not armed guards were watching them through the windows with cocked weapons!

Of all the lovable characters from Independence, the thirty-third President of the United States–Harry S. Truman–stands above everyone on the list! I remember a woman telling us how he would walk up to strangers on the street, shake their hands, introduce himself and stand there talking with them.

“He was as common as an old shoe!” the woman stated.

And that is why the town of Independence loves him.

You can’t go too many places there without seeing some reference to the President!


The lower portion of the Truman house had opened to the public prior to our visit, so we were able to walk through! The hat, coat and walking stick Harry Truman used were hanging in the kitchen. The kitchen was a typical 1950s-style interior–green, as I recall. The President and his wife normally ate in the kitchen. They only used the dining room for formal occasions. And they spent their evenings reading since both were avid readers. Bess Truman gobbled up murder mysteries while the President read his ten newspapers. (He said you couldn’t get a viable opinion just reading one. You had to read at least ten to get the full picture.)

We were told that five sitting and former Presidents were entertained in that house. Now let’s see whether I can remember them: Hoover, Eisenhower, Nixon, Ford–and I can’t remember the fifth–Roosevelt (maybe)–Kennedy (perhaps.) Nixon played Truman’s piano. The parlor where these men were entertained was being remodeled when we were there, but we could stand in the doorway and peer inside.

The upstairs was off limits. Margaret Truman Daniels had put it off limits because she “didn’t want people tromping through my memories.” It may have been opened since then, but I don’t know.


Bright and early the next morning, we set out south on Highway 71 and drove to Fort Scott, Kansas. The old 1840s Military Fort is still in Fort Scott, something of special interest to me. Some of my ancestors living in Jasper County during the Civil War fled there to save their lives. A family member had been murdered by bushwhackers and after that, Union families fled to Kansas. My third great grand uncle, Lazarus Spence, arrived at Fort Scott with a case of measles.

So while Howard mused himself in the antique shops, I ran around the old fort grounds, taking pictures. After an hour or so, we were back in the car and on our way west to Colorado.

Since that spring break in March 2006, we have taken a number of trips from 2007 through 2009. Some of them were unique, but none of them as unique as this one.

It was wet and snowy! It was cold and blustery! But we loved it!

Hello Phil!–Super Bowl Sunday 2014


Sunday, February 2, 2014 brings the arrival of two events. Early tomorrow morning, Punxsutawney Phil will be hauled unceremoniously from a box and held on high to hopefully predict the arrival of an early spring. And then later tomorrow, two football teams will collide in New Jersey, each hoping to bring home the grand prize. The arrival of both events triggers a fond memory. And the first applies to the rodent.

I had heard about Punxsutawney Phil for years. I remember my mother marking Phil’s prediction on the calendar each February. She hated winter and always hoped for an early spring. So I listened to her story wide-eyed and firmly believed the little rodent would put an end to the sub-zero temperatures. My hopes often dimmed when she added, “Well, it doesn’t matter! We always have six more weeks of winter!”

And we often did!

Years later, I began watching the televised event from Punxsutawney each February 2. Despite his less-than reliable predictions, I decided the little critter was cute! And so it was only natural on one of our summer migrations to Pennsylvania that we would drive up to Punxsutawney on a Saturday in search of the little groundhog.

It was a cloudy day. The Walenda circus family performed in the town square, so a crowd had already formed. We watched the Walendas, and I managed to obtain the autograph of one of them after the performance was over. After that, we began looking for the groundhog. After all, he was the reason for our trip there!

“Oh, Phil?” a man answered when we asked him. “He lives over in the Library!”

“The Library?”

“It’s right across the square. See that building over there?”

I couldn’t imagine the groundhog living in a library, but we hurried over there and discovered his den was attached to the main structure. Phil waddled out into the open, followed by Phyllis and all the little Phils and Phyllises. I went outside and lured him to the glass window in an attempt to take a picture of him, succeeding in getting two. Later that week, I told a friend about our adventure.

“He lives in the library!” she exclaimed.


“Oh, no!” she laughed. “I’ve lived in Pittsburgh all my life and didn’t know that. I thought they went out every year and scrounged up a groundhog somewhere in the country!”

The things we later learn about the places where we have always lived!

The other event tomorrow focuses on a pigskin that will sail from one end of the field to the other in New Jersey.

I didn’t become a football fan until after moving to Colorado in 1980. My father liked football–Hawkeye football, that is. I don’t remember him ever watching professional football. My Grandfather Spence was of the same opinion. He liked college football and not professional.

So, I watched college football while living at home.

Then Howard and I moved to Colorado and despite having lived in Kansas City, we became fans of the Broncos. (Did I mention that we moved to Denver?)

Our son is the nonconformist in the group. He was in elementary school when the Steelers trounced the Cowboys and has been a Steelers fan ever since. Once he went to the Bronco stadium dressed in his Steelers attire. A man frowned at him and said, “Why don’t you go back to Pittsburgh?” Our son’s reply?

“Never been there!”

And so it goes–the constant warfare between fans of different teams.

Tomorrow is “Orange Sunday” at church. My old Bronco shirt is somewhat on the worn side. Howard bought me an orange hoodie pullover with “Rocky Top” emblazoned across the front of it.

“That’s okay,” I told him. “Peyton Manning played college ball for the University of Tennessee. Rocky Top is located in Tennessee.”

Of course, I added several buttons to the front: one AFC Divisional winner button from way-back-when; one John Elway button; one OMAHA! button; another AFC Divisional winner button from way-back-when; and, a current AFC Divisional winner button announcing the present Super Bowl. I do have a Peyton Manning button enroute, but according to my delivery confirmation number–he was busy touring Harrisburg and left that city this morning. That means I will get him sometime this week. Oh well! I will have that button next year!

Maybe he took a detour through Punxsutawney to see the groundhog!

On the positive side, my new OMAHA shirt arrived in the mail today. I’ll wear that during the game tomorrow and make all the noise possible! (I’m extremely noisy while watching Bronco games!) And who knows? Perhaps my little rodent will make a winning prediction about the outcome of the game when he’s hauled out of his box early morning!

On second thought–perhaps he should go back to the library and take a nap instead!