Twenty feet from the Kennedys

The Kennedys, Johnson and Stevenson

12/6/1962 Kennedy Foundation Dinner in the Hilton ballroom. Left to Right:U.N. Ambassador Adlai Stevenson, President Kennedy, First Lady Jackie Kennedy, Vice President Lyndon Johnson

This is the story of how my father came to be twenty feet from President and Jackie Kennedy. Like all Southern stories, this one begins a while back. I’ll be brief.

My father’s father,Wilmer Sperry Hunt, came of age in the 1890s as the son of a doctor in poor little Ripley, Mississippi, where opportunities were scarce. When he was nineteen, Sperry, as my grandfather was called, was invited to Austin to live with his sister while he studied law at the University of Texas. After receiving his degree, he moved to Houston, opened a law office and married my grandmother, a bright, well-to-do girl named Lucy Brady, who once bragged to me that she had a (corseted) nineteen inch waist on the day of her wedding. Ouch.

Born in 1903, my father Wilmer Brady Hunt was the only boy of three children. By all accounts he grew up to be a funny young dandy who was as comfortable at a black-tie party as he was hunting and playing cards. In 1928 he too received his law degree from UT. He returned to Houston where he joined his father’s firm and married a lovely, artistic woman named Eugenia. Five years later, in the midst of the Depression, my father took over the firm, following Grandpa’s unexpected death. What I skipped over were the four years from 1921 to 1925 when Dad earned his undergraduate degree at Georgetown University in Washington D.C. My father took me to DC in early December of 1962. It was the only trip my father and I ever took alone.

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North Central New Mexico

Abique, NM


Springer and I just got back from one of the most beautiful places on the planet – Northern New Mexico – Santa Fe, Taos, Abique, Eagle Nest, Truchas, Madrid and Galisteo.  Pictured here is Abique, NM, where Georgia O’Keefe did most of her desert work.  The hills, the sky and the life are breathtaking.

The Presbyterians own Ghost Ranch, her former residence.  They conduct a school for art and spirituality which is worth looking into.

You can see some of my photographs at the link below.  I focused as much on the vegetation as anything else on this trip.  It had rained heavily the month dressing the hills in every color.

A passage on a tall ship

Lady Washington Passage HalfTomorrow, my friend Tom Ormbrek and I are sailing an eighty-mile passage from Ilwaco, Washington at the mouth of the Columbia River to Westport, Washington at the mouth of Grays Harbor.  We’ll leave at three in the afternoon and arrive at seven in the morning. Or nine, or noon depending on the wind and the seas.

We will sail on The Lady Washington, the official ship of the State of Washington.  It also happens to be the ship used in The Pirates of the Caribbeanand and many other films.  Johnny Depp, Keira Knightley and Orlando Bloom stood upon it many a time.

Tom is a good friend and a very astute fellow from a lively, intelligent family.  His brother knows everything there is to know about old films.  And his other siblings are equally interesting.  His niece Layla is a writer.  His mother Virginia is wonderful women of about ninety who remembers much more than I’ve forgotten.    Tom is a tin bender, as he describes himself.  He’s a union man, making his living creating parts for Boeing aircraft.  And an expert on Northwest and general  American history, Mark Twain, the gold rush, etc.  Tom eschews commercial television in favor of PBS and C-SPAN.  And he plays a wicked harmonica.

I am going to see what life was like on a two-hundred year old ship.  The Lady Washington is a replica of one by the same name that sailed the Pacific long ago.  I want to sail on the closest thing I can to a real pirate ship as background for a children’s novel I am currently writing.

I’ll try to post from the trip, if technology allows.

So, yar!