Talk of Many Things: Law, Sports, Politics, Nature
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Christmas . . . a present . . . would you . . . would you . . . write your
life?”
How can a grandfather say anything but yes to a twelve-year-old
granddaughter?
So here is my life.
Cheekaah
George W. Gowen
George W. Gowen was born in Italy and he says that makes all the difference. He lived in London, Philadelphia, Washington, D.C, Princeton, N.J., and Charlottesville, VA and since 1957 in New York City where he practices law. He has served in the U.S Army, the U.S. Forest Service, has been counsel to leading sports organizations, and chair of environmental and humane organizations. His legal practice and interests have taken him far and wide around the world. He has been married to Marcia for over fifty-five years and is the proud father of two daughters who have enriched his life by producing four grandchildren for whom this book is written.
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Talk of Many Things - George W. Gowen
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Many
THINGS
Law, Sports, Politics, Nature
George W. Gowen
Copyright © 2014 by George W. Gowen.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2014908596
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4990-1815-8
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CONTENTS
Introduction
Chapter 1 Italy
Chapter 2 Philadelphia
Chapter 3 Mount Desert, Maine
Chapter 4 Washington, DC
Chapter 5 Princeton University
Chapter 6 Return to Italy
Chapter 7 Wallowa, Oregon
Chapter 8 Nutley, New Jersey
Chapter 9 Missoula, Montana
Chapter 10 Charlottesville, Virginia
Chapter 11 The Nieuw Amsterdam
Chapter 12 Marcia
Chapter 13 New York City
Chapter 14 Law
Chapter 15 Nixon, Agnew, Ford
Chapter 16 Clients
Chapter 17 United States Tennis Association
Chapter 18 James Van Alen, Billie Jean King
Chapter 19 USTA National Tennis Center
Chapter 20 National Park Foundation
Chapter 21 American Society for the Prevention of
Cruelty to Animals
Chapter 22 United Nations
Chapter 23 Scenic Hudson
Chapter 24 The Gospel of Wealth
Chapter 25 United States Olympic Committee
Chapter 26 Fryer, Ross & Gowen
Chapter 27 International Olympic Committee
Chapter 28 Northwest Passage
Chapter 29 William E. Simon
Chapter 30 The Smartest Person I Knew
Chapter 31 Brother Bill
Chapter 32 Caves
Chapter 33 Books
Chapter 34 Reflections
Addendum: An Evening Recalled
For Crosbie and Bea and Blair and George too
Introduction
Cheekaah . . . Cheekaah . . . would you do me a favor . . . for Christmas . . . a present . . . would you . . . would you . . . write your life?
How can a grandfather say anything but yes to a twelve-year-old granddaughter?
So here is my life.
Cheekaah
Chapter 1
Italy
I was born on September 14, 1929, in Italy, and I suppose that makes all the difference. In a second-floor bedroom in a twenty-seven-room villa on a street named Via de Colline—the street of little hills, but I don’t remember any hills—I remember the high stucco walls, the wrought iron gates, the bell that rang when a chain was pulled, the heavy wooden doors, the broad marble staircase with statues. I only remember this—the large kitchen with charcoal stoves, fresh mozzarella, the gong that was struck to announce dinner, the orchard and vegetable garden within their own walls, the dog Googie, my elderly aunt, my mother’s sister who lived on the third floor but whom we seldom saw, the walks down through town to the port—only because after we left Italy in 1933, we’d occasionally come back for Christmas.
My father was in the United States Foreign Service and was stationed in Leghorn as a vice consul when he met and married my mother, the daughter of a textile merchant from Manchester, England, whose villa it was. My father was assigned to Palermo, Naples, and to Rome, where he was assaulted for not saluting II Duce. I became deathly sick in Palermo, and my mother took me to Gressoney in the Italian Alps where goat’s milk, brook trout, and the mountain air restored my health. But ever after she felt I was frail and needed nourishment.
When I was four or five, we moved to London and lived in a second-floor apartment in Empire House in Thurloe Place. My brother Bill, two years older, walked to Gibbs School on Sloane Street, but I was wheeled in a pram by my mother—the little lady with a large child. We played in Hyde Park and in summer went to Sheringham in Norfolk. I really don’t remember much other than I was happy, played soccer, and had a panda and other toy animals that shared my bed. I think I may have repeated the equivalent of the first grade but got a prize—a book called Talk of Many Things, which I remember because somehow it has remained in my possession.
At Gibbs, I learned about King Canute and Sir Walter Raleigh. King Canute was a powerful ruler, and his courtiers told him anything he wished would be done. So he had his throne set up by the incoming tide, and he ordered the tides to stop. Sir Walter Raleigh was playing bowls. When advised that the Spanish Armada was approaching, he announced that he would finish the game and then take care of the Armanda. I don’t remember what happened to King Canute after he got wet but know Sir Walter Raleigh beat the Spaniards with the help of a giant storm. At an early age, I learned man doesn’t control nature and not to panic in the face of challenges.
I remember hearing of buses being blown up by the IRA, killing some children, and wondering why or if anybody would like to kill me. Bill followed the news and told me Nazi Germany was a threat and might conquer Europe. I remember seeing the Prince of Wales in a parade on horseback and was very impressed. Through an iron garden fence, I saw Emperor Haile Selassie in exile from Ethiopia. At some function, I was to present a blue silken pouch containing a charitable donation to a member of the royalty, bow, and then leave the stage by the stairs. I bowed and inexplicitly turned my back on the royal and jumped off the stage to join my mortified parents.
Once when my father returned from reporting to Washington, he gave me some balloons with one-way valves that I had never seen in England. As I marveled, he said, America is a wonderful country.
As the son of an American, I am an American by birth even though it would be over ten years before I came to America. Till then, I only knew America through my father’s love for his country and for balloons.
My father was also born in Italy. His father had left Philadelphia to live a comfortable life in a favorable climate where a dollar went far and he could dabble in painting. When in World War II the Germans occupied Italy, they confined my grandfather to a house south of Florence where he died in captivity in 1944.
In 1938 Roosevelt named Joseph P. Kennedy ambassador to the Court of St. James. The whole Kennedy family arrived. They were handsome and athletic, and London fell in love with them. Bobby and Teddy went to Gibbs School, and I would go to Teddy’s to play. My mother told me they would change my clothes on arrival so that when I returned home my own clothes would be as neat as when I left. Once one of Teddy’s sisters quizzed us on geography and gave me a shilling for locating some island in the Pacific.
We celebrated Christmas in 1938, but it would not be until 1959 that we would be all together again for Christmas, with the possible exception of 1944.
I forget the sequence, but I remember being issued a gas mask, seeing barrage balloons over London, and antiaircraft guns in Hyde Park. The sirens wailed on September 3, 1939, the first day of the war. It was a false alarm, but we had a Portuguese maid who became so terrified by the sirens that she wrote a letter home, which was intercepted by the censor, recounting that London had been destroyed.
Mothers and children were asked to evacuate London, and we went to a distant relative’s estate near Newbury. It had suits of armor in the hallways, Angus cattle in the fields, separated by a ditch called a haw-haw. One of the bulls was named Winston. Troops were stationed in the stables.
A Belgian veteran of the First World War came in the morning to teach us French. I remember looking over battlefield maps as he described his war experiences. Dogs also left London, and we adopted a bloodhound named Lollipop. One morning Lollipop and I went for a ramble through the magnificent English countryside. Oblivious to time, we had a wonderful, carefree romp, which I remember to this day. I don’t know when I fell in love with the outdoors and animals, but it may have been then and when my mother read me Wind in the Willows.
There was a tennis court, and my mother presented me with a Slazenger racket, commenting, Tennis is a wonderful game.
I never thought of my petite Victorian mother as an athlete, but once she commented that at Roedean she played lacrosse.
One day I looked up and saw a low-flying plane. It had a black cross outlined in white under its wings—a German bomber.
My brother was just twelve, but it was decided he should go to America to be followed by my mother and me. He sailed from Southampton on the Washington for New York and then took the train to Philadelphia where he would live with a cousin, Nellie Hood. While my parents made arrangements for his safety, he basically was on his own. Wars are characterized many ways, the separation of loved ones being the most universal.
In January 1940, we left England for Genoa as US flagships no longer left from Southampton. It was cold and bleak as we crossed the channel into France. I remember noticing in Calais how slovenly the French soldiers were. Paris was also cold and bleak. On the night train to Genoa, passengers and their credentials were repeatedly examined by what I thought were troops. As my father and mother were with me, I felt secure and