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Word: mother (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...President had been worried about his mother, 94-year-old Mrs. Martha Ellen Truman, ever since she had fallen and broken her hip three weeks ago (TIME, Feb. 24). He had hurried to her bungalow in Grandview, Mo. immediately after the accident, had telephoned every day after he got back to Washington. Last week, flying west in the Sacred Cow on the first lap of his trip to Mexico City (see above'), he was about to see her again, but he still seemed vaguely restless. As the morning wore on he picked up the radio telephone in the plane...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: How Are You, Mamma? | 3/10/1947 | See Source »

Both the President and his mother brightened as he tramped into her front bedroom. She was sitting up in bed. He beamed, kissed her heartily, said, "How are you, mamma?" He gave her his presents-he had a box of flowers under his arm, and two dozen red roses from Mexico's Ambassador Antonio Espinosa de los Monteros in his hand. Then he sat down in a chair to hear the news...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: How Are You, Mamma? | 3/10/1947 | See Source »

...Giggly." The President stayed for almost three hours. Despite his concern he enjoyed himself, was delighted as usual both with his mother's pride & pleasure and her occasional sharpness of tongue. She was waiting expectantly to hear his radio speech from Mexico-once she had confided: "I'm not a giggly woman, but I can't help smiling when people cheer at the mention of Harry's name...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: How Are You, Mamma? | 3/10/1947 | See Source »

...strength that was not at all boyish. Edouard, painting in oil, spread the pigment in broad, thick strokes that gave a sense of third dimension. For subject matter he used what appealed to his wide eyes: lobsters, a landscape framed in the window, flowers, a teapot, and, lately, his mother...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: The Master & the Prodigy | 3/10/1947 | See Source »

...Remember Mama. Several months ago Edouard suddenly lost all interest in landscape and still life: he wanted to paint nothing except people. His mother, when she came home from her work as a charwoman, posed for Edouard: sometimes as the Madonna, draped in a shabby dressing gown, and sometimes in the nude. They worked in one of the family's two bare rooms, with Edouard's canvas propped against a suitcase on the dinner table...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: The Master & the Prodigy | 3/10/1947 | See Source »

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