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Oral History Interview with Dixie Pollard

Oral History Interview with
Dixie Pollard

Daughter of Ted Sanders, Cattleman and Farmer; Friend of Harry S. Truman; President, Truman for Senator Committee, Cameron, Missouri, 1934.


April 28, 2009
by Ray Geselbracht

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This is a transcript of a tape-recorded interview conducted for the Harry S. Truman Library. A draft of this transcript was edited by the interviewee but only minor emendations were made; therefore, the reader should remember that this is essentially a transcript of the spoken, rather than the written word.

Numbers appearing in square brackets (ex. [45]) within the transcript indicate the pagination in the original, hardcopy version of the oral history interview.

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Opened April, 2009
Harry S. Truman Library
Independence, Missouri

 

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Oral History Interview with
Dixie Pollard

 


April 28, 2009
by Ray Geselbracht

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GESELBRACHT: I'm here with Dixie Pollard, April 28, 2009. Mrs. Pollard is the daughter of Ted Sanders for whom we have papers, thanks to her, and an oral history interview. And although she participated in the oral history interview, I think that she has memories about her father and Fred Canfil that would be very helpful for our researchers. And so let me just ask Mrs. Pollard to start remembering.

POLLARD: Fred Canfil is a memorable person in my mind. Of all the men that my father had for friends, I think Fred Canfil probably would be the one that would stand out the very most.

I am 74. I can remember Fred Canfil going back until I was about 6 or 7 years old. He was the United States Marshall here in Kansas City and such a wonderful, dear friend of President Truman, or Senator Truman at that time. And in those years, my father loved politics, he loved campaigning, so he began campaigning for Mr. Truman, mainly in Clinton County and Caldwell County, Missouri.

Mr. Canfil used to come up and encourage my father, "Well we've got to get to this county, we've got to get to another county." And he always called the President "The Boss." Even when he was president, he called Mr. Truman "The Boss." Whatever Fred Canfil said, well that's what my father did. Mr. Canfil was a city man, lived here in Kansas City, but he loved our farm up near Cameron, Missouri. And my father was a farmer as I am. And Mr. Canfil would love to come to the farm to see the cattle and all, but the highlight of his time at the farm was when we butchered, which was usually yearly in the fall. And I can well remember when Mr. Canfil would call and my father'd say, "Well, Canfil can come" on such and such weekend or such and such day. "Those will be the days that we'll butcher."

Mr. Canfil was a big man in stature. He had a very big head, not deformed or anything, but he just had a big head, and his countenance could have been overpowering had he not been so very nice.

GESELBRACHT: Do you mean that he frowned, or...

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POLLARD: No, he just talked so deliberately. And when he spoke, he had this diaphragm that just—his voice just went from the bottom of his diaphragm up. And I remember that I used to think when Mr. Canfil was coming it was always exciting, because when he greeted you or anything, you always felt like you were really special to him. And that's the way he was with my father. I can remember when he'd drive up, boy my father was so glad to see him. And he had big hands, I can remember that as a little girl. And he would always shake hands and all.

And he always dressed nicely. I can remember that. Of course for a farm girl like me this was something notable! My father wears suits sometimes, but to see a gentleman coming with a fine suit on and all, that was very impressive.

But when Mr. Canfil went to our farm to help with the butchering, he was just one of the old boys. And he loved when they cut the meat, I can still remember this, when they would cut big slabs of the meat off the hog and take it into the kitchen on an oilcloth. And Mr. Canfil always liked the slicing of the meat, like the tenderloin. And any pieces of fat with still a little meat on it, I remember he loved to throw‘em in an iron skillet and fry‘em, and he just ate‘em with his hands after they cooled. My father always laughed about that, that Mr. Canfil, didn't wait for it to be served on a plate or anything. And then when he went back to Kansas City from the farm, my father always sent meat home with him.

Many times when Mr. Truman was in Kansas City, as a senator, Mr. Canfil would call my father and say, "Ted, The Boss is gonna be in Kansas City on such and such a day," you'd better come down and see him." So my father would come down to Mr. Truman's office.

I remember my father telling about when he'd come down to Mr. Truman's office, Mr. Canfil just opened the door like you would to your best friend, and said, "Come on in." And then Mr. Truman would leave whatever he was doing and come in and visit with my father. But it was always through Mr. Canfil that Daddy would know that Mr. Truman was in town. And then I can remember one time Mr. Truman as president was here in Kansas City, and he was in the Presidential Suite at the Muehlebach Hotel. I believe Mr. Canfil told my father, "You bring Dixie down to see The Boss."

I remember that I went down to Kansas City with my father to the Muehlebach and Mr. Canfil was there and took us up to the Presidential Suite. And I remember President Truman greeting me and of course my father. And, so it was always through Mr. Canfil that my father had different opportunities.

But one of the things my father did with Mr. Canfil, which he always told about— Mr. Canfil being a United States Marshall, it was his responsibility often to take prisoners from Kansas City to some different places. Well, one time he had to transport a prisoner

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from Kansas City to Washington D.C., I don't remember for what reason. Mr. Canfil called and invited my father to come with him, come to Kansas City and meet him, and together they would drive this prisoner to Washington D.C. And I remember my father saying that they put the prisoner in the back seat, and I suppose he was in shackles, I don't know. But my father always said that Mr. Canfil was so kind, he'll never forget how very kind and thoughtful he was to that prisoner. That was one experience.

The clippings that the Library has tell of the different times that my father went someplace with Mr. Canfil, for reasons having to do with politics. Also, Mr. Canfil brought my mother once a pretty ruby glass cream and sugar set. I have them. He knew that my mother liked pretty dishes. My mother always felt he was so thoughtful to come by and bring her some presents.

He was very brusque, he was very controlling. He gave you an appearance of being very controlling. But my mother always said that she thought Mr. Canfil was one of the finest men she ever knew as far as being a true gentleman, and thoughtful.

And I remember when I graduated from high school my father said, "Now you should send a graduation invitation to Mr. Canfil," thinking that that was just a nice way for him to know that I was graduating. We had an auditorium in our small town, and the parents and friends of the students were there. And all of a sudden, we—my mother and dad and I—looked up, and there came Mr. Canfil down the aisle to sit with us.

So that means he drove 60 miles in one evening to come up to my high school graduation. And he brought me a little gold bracelet. I remember how my father and mother were so impressed with it because my mother said, "Well, Dixie, that came from Jaccard's." And Jaccard's at that time was the jewelry store of Kansas City. And, so my father always reminded me how very thoughtful it was of Mr. Canfil to do this.

I will tell you this, we never met his wife. My father and mother never met Mrs. Canfil. Mr. Canfil always spoke very highly of her. One time he brought me a book of fairy tales, and, I remember him saying, "My wife picked this out for you." But my father never knew anything about Mrs. Canfil other than that she was Mr. Canfil's wife.

I'm not bragging, but I really think Mr. Canfil liked me a lot when I was a little girl. Maybe I was one of the few little girls he was ever around. Then when I got into high school, he would send me letters and notes and say, "My very best to your family. I really and sincerely mean that." I have a letter from Mr. Canfil that he wrote when he was at the Potsdam Conference with President Truman. He had been at our farm butchering shortly before he left for the conference, and he had told my father to tell my mother that she might get a telephone call from Washington D. C., and if she did, he certainly wanted her to take it.

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Well my mother always told the story that the phone rang and she picked it up. She was at our home in Cameron, about eight miles away from our farm, where Mr. Canfil was. It was the White House calling, and they wanted to talk with Mr. Canfil as soon as possible. She knew that they didn't want to talk on a party line—we had a party line out on the farm—so she said, "I can reach Mr. Canfil in 15 to 20 minutes and I will get him to a telephone where he can call you."

She was very concerned to do the right thing about this. So she got in the car and drove out to the farm. Mr. Canfil, she always told me, was in the kitchen cutting up meat and she said, "Mr. Canfil, you have just received a phone call from Washington D.C. and they want to talk with you as soon as possible." She said he just dropped the knife, he dropped everything and he said, "Folks, I'll be seeing you and you will hear from me from where I'm going. But I can't tell you now."

And then it wasn't many days ‘till we heard that the president had gone to Potsdam. And my father knew then that Mr. Canfil had accompanied him. Of course what I'm about to say is just an opinion, my father's opinion. He always felt that Mr. Canfil made it very clear that he would lay down his life for Mr. Truman. I imagine that Mr. Truman was one of Mr. Canfil's dearest, dearest friends, and Mr. Canfil was and most loyal to him. I can remember when Mr. Canfil died—I was in college—and how grief-stricken my father was when he called to tell me that his dear friend, Mr. Canfil, had died. My father went to his funeral.

If you were going to describe Mr. Canfil you might say that at fir