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