His Saturday was free, and his mother’s visit coincided with Mother’s Day weekend. He played a joke on his mother, escorting her into the Lincoln Bedroom, with the family in tow. “Mamma,” Truman said, “if you’ve a mind to, you may use this bed while you’re here.” “What?” she cried. “Sleep in the bed THAT MAN used?” She still had not gotten over the South’s losing the Civil War, and she certainly would not be sleeping in any bed of Abraham Lincoln’s. She chose a less heralded spot down the hall, much to the amusement of the whole Truman family.
