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Andre the Seal | 25 Years with Andre

Andre the Seal | 25 Years with Andre
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Andre the seal — a world-renowned celebrity — may have been one of the longest-running, free, unadvertised attractions that Maine has ever had. For more than twenty-five years, he was also a big part of Harry Goodridge’s life. As a result, Harry formed quite a few opinions about—among other thing—biologists, reporters, local traffic problems, fan mail, “the Feds,” animal trainers, and of course, seals.

Andre the Seal Statue
Photo/Art by Brenda Darroch

One day late last July, Harry Goodridge put on his galoshes and slicker against the drizzly weather and walked down across his Rockport, Maine, lawn to show a visitor where he had buried Andre, the world-renowned seal, very possibly one of the longest-running, free, unadvertised attractions that Maine has ever had, unless you count the lighthouses and the rock-lined coast and the sunrises. On the other side of his garden, ripe with red cabbage and rows of beets and corn, was a small patch of earth, clumps of sod off to the side. Two dusk-red asters had been laid flat on the fresh-turned dirt. Within sight was the harbor, what some think of as Andre’s harbor.

“Andre’s pen is still in the water.” Harry said. “I guess people are still going down, thinking Andre is still there, or at least they go down to look. I keep right away from it. I don’t want to get into any conversations.”

Andre had been missing from Rockport Harbor since June, when he got into a fight with another seal. All month Harry had been out checking tips from people up and down the coast who thought they’d spotted the aging seal. Each lead brought hope, and Harry marked every one on his calendar. “I checked out four dead seals and then of course I checked out a lot of live ones. It would be an old seal, but it wasn’t Andre.” More than a month after Andre’s disappearance, a man who’d gone for a walk on a remote section of Rockport beach found Andre, washed up on the shore. “Some animals go off somewhere to die,” Harry explained. “Well, he came close to not being found because he was off where nobody bothers to go. He must have found a quiet spot and given up the ghost. Four of us went down and carried him up over the rocks, put him in the truck, and brought him home. It wasn’t easy.”

The grave is next to that of one of Harry’s beagles, but there is no marker for that one either. “My daughter has all kinds of plans for this. She wants to get a rock from under the ocean and bring it up here and put a plaque on it. But, well,” he said, bringing his shoulders up into a shrug, “I don’t know.”

Harry Goodridge has never been big on sentiment or celebrity — in many ways the pageant that surrounded Andre was his nemesis — but it isn’t that he doesn’t care. It’s just that Harry isn’t one to coocheecoo an animal, especially not Andre, and he’s certainly not one to be caught weeping over a grave. But he can’t deny that the arrival of Andre 25 years ago brought a bigger change to his life than that of his wife of 45 years or his children or his grandchildren. “Raising the kids was nothing,” he said. “But Andre, he was something else.”

May 16, 1961 , was a warm and hazy day. The bay out beyond Maine’s Rockport Harbor was flat and calm. Just before low tide, Harry, then a 45-year-old tree surgeon who took on skin-diving assignments as a side business, motored out toward Robinson’s Rock, a well-known spot where harbor seals go for sun and rest. He was looking for a seal pup, a companion to take with him when he dove, and he’d seen a newborn pup there two days before. He was hoping to spot him again. “I saw the small, sleek head fifty feet dead ahead, only its dome and round eyes above water,” Harry wrote 15 years afterward in his book A Seal Called Andre. “The seal pup raised his head as if to get a better view. The eyes that met mine showed no alarm. I looked around for the pup’s mother. No sign of her. Then a curious and totally unexpected thing happened. Instead of submerging, the pup swam directly toward the boat. I swooped down with my net and swung the little orphan aboard.”

Thus came Andre who, as you know, if you’ve paid even a little bit of attention to the news over the past 25 years, has delighted tourists with his harbor tricks and coastal migrations for much of that time. Within those rather lofty historic dimensions it seems remarkable, but back then, in 1961, it was kind of ho-hum for the Goodridges.

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6 Responses to Andre the Seal | 25 Years with Andre

  1. Patty M March 24, 2014 at 6:51 pm #

    I’m sure Andre is probably still there.

  2. Cynthia P. April 5, 2014 at 12:04 pm #

    Such a beautiful story. Thank you to Harry for taking such good care of Andre. And thank you God for Harry and Andre finding eachother!!! Xoxoxo :)

  3. Rose M. June 17, 2014 at 11:53 am #

    What a lovely story. You are a remarkable person, Harry. Andre was fortunate to have you and you took such interest in caring .

    God bless you always. Lots of hugs.

  4. Marcia July 29, 2014 at 6:03 pm #

    I was 7 years old when Andre made his first journey from Massachusetts back home to Rockport.
    I was touched by the story then and am still touched by it. I have watched the movie Andre 59 times.
    I have visited Rockport Harbor twice from Vermont and it is an awe inspiring place.
    Harry and his family opened their homes and hearts to Andre and I admire that so very much!

  5. MAX HERRINGTON August 6, 2014 at 9:09 pm #

    Watched the story of Andre the seal on MPBN this evening Aug.6/14.

    Very moved by the relationship between Andre and your Dad.

    Like your Dad, I love God’s animals more than humans,(I’m not very lovable myself, actually.)

    God bless you all for your patience and understanding with your Dad in this experience. You are a wonderful family.

    What a great thing you’ve had in your life.

    Best regards,

    Max Herrington
    Saint John, New Brunswick
    Canada.

    • Sandra Wenzel August 7, 2014 at 10:49 pm #

      To Harry’s daughters: The story of Harry, Andre and your family is a blessing! I watched it on South Dakota Public TV last night 8/6/14. What an intelligent creature Andre was and how lucky he was to have Harry save him! Harry may have been gruff, but after reading the Yankee Classic Article from November 1986 by Edie Clark, I know he had to have had a big heart! Who makes friends with crows…and bats? My father-in-law used to say of his German Shepherd, Rex, “he’s more intelligent that a lot of people I know.” Animals (furred/feathered/finned, etc.) are super intelligent, a blessing from God and, in my book, certainly make life more worthwhile!

      Sandy Wenzel
      Mitchell, SD

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