From My Back Porch – Part 5

How welcome the sunshine this morning after the dark and forbidding evening of yesterday. Severe weather with possible tornadoes was forecast for “the next six hours.” About six o’clock the northwestern sky began to grow dark. Then clouds, black as night, came boiling up over the sky, blotting out the heavens, just as it did that day long ago on Golgotha.

With all the lightening and thunder, winds and prospects of a tornado or two, knowing that hurricane Cleo was wreaking havoc in Florida, and student riots over Viet Nam, I still had to keep one eye on the threatening storm and the other on the Democratic convention in Atlantic City.

I am not partial when it comes to watching political conventions. I watch both. The Republicans in San Francisco were first.

TV is the only way we little folks over the country have to see and get to know the national candidates of both parties. And, let’s face it, I love conventions at a distance. I would not like being in all that crush of people and maybe have my feet killing me at the same time.

As a bystander, as it were, I thought there was not too much difference in them. The Republicans had some members that were not too enthusiastic about part of it, but showed it in a nice gentlemanly way, with one of my favorite news men being arrested and escorted from the floor by two policemen. I never did know why.

The Democrats had their sit-inners which I thought was not very nice either. They were finally allowed to stay, but some of the more timid picked up their marbles and went home. Or so it looked to me from where I sat,that was nicer than to sit. Taken by and large, it was a nice convention.

I felt sad for Mrs.  Jacqueline Kennedy, and Attorney and Mrs. Robert Kennedy, for the poignant memories that were evoked of our late President. It had to be, for it was his program that is being carried out, and the memorial had to be observed.

This essay was written by my grandmother, Lucile Ann Bigler, more than half a century ago. It was found, undated, in a small box of her manuscripts.  Date is 1964.

Note from Judith:  With a little internet research, I located the newsman she mentioned,  John Chancellor.  I was a little surprised because I remember her admiration for Walter Cronkite as well.

At the 1964 Republican National Convention, he was arrested for refusing to cede his spot on the floor to “Goldwater Girls,” supporters of the Republican presidential candidate, Barry Goldwater. When security came to get him, he was forced to sign off: “I’ve been promised bail, ladies and gentlemen, by my office. This is John Chancellor, somewhere in custody.” He then became the director of the Voice of America in 1965, at the request of President Lyndon Johnson, a spot he held until 1967.


4 thoughts on “From My Back Porch – Part 5

  1. I remember both conventions – there was a lot of tumult in the air. I believe that was the year of the ‘Daisy’ commercial which pretty much sealed Goldwater’s fate.

    1. I watched them both as well, and promptly forgot them once the election was over. I simply have no mind for remembering things that are not personal to me.

      Judith Robl Garment of Praise Ephemera Captured Reflected Light Ministries As Grandma Says – Devotional Gift book from Grandma’s words of wisdom Published by Harvest House

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