He took a job as a night watchman. Then his mother-in-law ask him to take over the family farm....600 acres.
He saw this as a chance to get back on his feet, but he knew he couldn't do it alone, so he called both his sons to help. He told Harry to quit his job and come home. Harry did as he was told without complaining.
Farm life was hard work, and John Truman was a tough taskmaster. Harry said if something wasn't right, he would hear about it for a year.
Harry wasn't a farmer. He was a bank clerk, and he looked like one.
Friends said he wouldn't last six months, but Harry was determined he could do it. Besides, he wanted to improve his relationship with his father. They worked side by side for nearly eight years.
"We were partners, Harry said. He thought I was about right; I knew he was."
Harry worked hard, and to break the monotony, he began writing to a young woman in his graduating class.
Dear Bess,
