Friday, June 16, 2023

Groucho Walk

a true story and a great memory.  A Father's Day tribute.

 Daddy had just been elected to his first public office (State Representative for Rapides Parish) under Governor Robert F. Kennon (Dem. 1952-1956) I was nine. 

 
I liked this governor.  He and daddy were good friends, part of the anti-Long administration.  And when I would go to Baton Rouge, I would be left with the governor's secretary while they were in session.  I remember sitting at the governor's desk and coloring or reading comic books which were kept in the right-hand bottom drawer of his desk.  Of course, I like to think that they were kept there just for me, but the truth is, the Governor had 3 sons of his own.

  This story revolves around Governor Kennon calling on the phone one evening. 

Our family was always lively, especially around evening meals.  With four left-handed children and two right-handed parents, some of us ran around as if we were in our right minds...which as you know, it was the four siblings, but also the parents.   I remember one fine meal around the time I was 10.  My two sisters, younger brother and I were all relating our daily activities, each trying to out talk the other while mama and daddy loudly expressed their opinions to each of us.  Our family held a series of monologues all practicing our parts for some final dramatic performance each trying to out stage the other.  I'm sure we sounded like a battle scene in some Shakespearian play.

When really it was much ado about nothing, and I'm equally sure that if one were to view us from the window we would appear as gorillas during mating season.  Arms flailing, standing, sitting, each taking turns moving to mama or daddy for their attention and back again to our seats or someone else's, sharing each other’s meals without anyone noticing whose plate they were eating from.  Mama could
have thrown the food on the floor for all we seemed to care.  The noise must have been deafening.  Yet we all seemed to be getting the attention we desired, and all seemed to be able to fully understand the conversation going on around us.
Suddenly the phone rang. Of course, it would be for daddy.  Being a politician's family left us open for interruptions at any hour, day, or night.  The farmers who got up early would call their politician at the crack of dawn and the night owls would call sometimes as late as midnight or perhaps they would just
 show up in person...kept us on our toes as to clothing outside of the bedrooms.

Daddy answered.  “Hello. Yes, hello Gov. Kennon.  No this is a good time.  How are things down in Baton Rouge?” 

Looking like a pack of well-trained seals, we all fell silent or at least reduced our noise to a few giggles and whispers while moving back to our places and eating our meal while they talked.  Suddenly my brother, Bob, always the clown, could stand it no longer and got up and began a Groucho walk around the table, through the kitchen, into the living room and back through the den.

One by one we joined him in this merry silent protest, each walking bent-legged through the house, flicking our pretend cigars by daddy as we passed him on the phone every time we came around.  After mama joined the troop, we became sillier.  Daddy shook his head.  When we passed daddy on the phone, mama tickled him.  Suddenly daddy said apologetically, “Could you hold a moment, Governor?  I'll be right back.” 

Daddy stood up, squatted to the proper stance, flicked his cigar, and joined the procession, as the caboose, one lap around the house.  We were stifling our giggles as daddy returned to the phone, sat back down, picked it up and said, “Now, Governor, as you were saying, sir....” 
The rest of us continued our Groucho Walk around the house eventually finishing our meal while daddy continued talking.  A normal day in the Blair household.  (Later my daddy was a Louisiana State Senator from 1960-64, and 1966-1976 and considered a colorful raconteur). Happy Father's Day Cecil Blair (we miss you)!

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1 comment:

  1. What a delightfully grand video is going thru my mind of a delightfully grand FAMILY. I miss your mama & daddy too, Nippy!

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