Sometimes I feel like Forrest Gump.....the reason I feel like Gump, Forrest Gump, is because in the few short years I’ve been on this earth, I’ve managed to meet a lot of interesting people who have subsequently gone on to make news.
A case in point is the recent movie called, “Charlie Wilson’s War.” Well, naturally I would be interested in that story because it has so much to do with what is going on in the Middle East today. And stories about politicians, particularly politicians with the reputation of a
playboy like Charlie Wilson, are always fun.
I’ve met both Charlie Wilson and Joanne King Herring.
Charlie Wilson represented the East Texas home area of one of my husband’s. His family was actively interested in politics as his brother was a county judge, and, as such, they were well acquainted with Charlie Wilson. I met him at some summer picnic/autumn homecoming affair and I
noticed then he had an eye for the ladies.
My husband’s family thought a lot of him even then and didn’t let a little thing like drinking and chasing get in the way of their support as long as he represented them well. Wilson was quoted in the movie as saying that his district wanted little, but low taxes. He was one of
the few legislators not chasing pork barrel.
I met Joanne King Herring when Jacqueline Blankenship persuaded me to go to lunch at Joanne’s north Fort Bend residence which she said was a model of Mount Vernon on the outside. It was also the picture of a pasha in many of the rooms inside.
Come to find out, Joanne was, at one time, the honorary consul for Pakistan. That explained her Middle Eastern decor and some of her concern about the plight of the Afghanistans with the mujahideen who had established refugee camps on the border with Pakistan.
I talked interior decorator Pat Bono into going as well.
I had a blast. Joanne was interested in lots of things--establishing her country place as a historical park with antique outbuildings, helping a friend do a television show on our local access channel that we had at the time (Joanne used to have a popular local show in Houston),
and praising God!
Joanne’s professed religiosity and anti-Communism was a little to over-the-top for my blood. But she was fun, served wine at lunch on Sunday, and had her house decorated with fun things. Lunch with Joanne was a feast for the ears and eyes. The food wasn’t bad either.
However, Pat and I made our hasty farewells when the guests were invited to get on their knees and pray aloud.
As we were leaving, some decorator from New Orleans who was spending the weekend with the Baron Ricky and Sandra Portonova, arrived in the Portonova limousine. We hated to miss that reunion, but were afraid we might have to pray some more.
As I was regaling my family with this tale recently, my granddaughter asked, “BeBe, are you going to be in the movie?” I couldn’t decide if she was being sarcastic or not, but she lost interest when I said I wasn’t.
Joanne still has her house out past Simonton, although I’ve heard she doesn’t get out to the county much.
But she was witty, fun, and pretty. Seems to still be.