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Andre the Seal | 25 Years with Andre

Through all this came the idea of wintering Andre at an aquarium. Seals are nonmigratory, but Andre became half-migratory. In the late fall, usually November, Harry would load Andre into the back of his station wagon and drive him down the turnpike to the aquarium. And every spring Harry would go back down and take Andre to a safe harbor. Harry would guide him down to the water’s edge and he’d say, “Go home, Andre!” and Andre would flop into the water and disappear. Harry would drive back up to Rockport alone and wait. And every time, once within four days and once not for two weeks, Andre made his way back home to Rockport, mystifying biologists and providing the press with something to watch every spring. In all, Andre spent six winters at the New England Aquarium in Boston and four winters at the Mystic Aquarium in Mystic, Connecticut, from which he returned at last and for good, early last winter, after refusing to eat until Harry came after him.

Even Harry never imagined it would go on for as long as it did. “Many years I’d say, well, next year I’ll have him do this or do that and then I’d say oh, no, what if he doesn’t come back. I kept saying that and saying that all those years. I mean, there was always that chance that he wouldn’t come back.”

Nor did he imagine that Andre would be around long enough to be the ring bearer at his daughter Toni’s wedding. Toni was seven years old when Andre came to the Goodridges. She was 26 when she got married, and it might be one of the favorite tricks Harry taught Andre. “The wedding was on a town float and we had a diver underwater with the ring. Andre was on the float with the wedding party. So when the minister asked for the ring, whump, he was overboard and in a minute or so he was back with the ring. He got up onto the float and humped over — not to me! — to the best man, just like we’d rehearsed it.”

And then there were the shows that Andre and Harry put on in Rockport every day between April and October. “We didn’t charge for the show, never,” Harry said. “We passed the hat, but I couldn’t charge for the show anyway, not with the facilities we had there. People had to stand up, and half the time there was old lobster bait stinking up the place. It could get pretty nasty, but they still came. And I didn’t advertise, heavens, no. People came from all over the world, really.” Harry stopped to dig around in his desk and came up with a couple of snapshots of a crowd on the dock that might be described as a mob. “There was never a sign saying what time the show was. People just knew. What? How did they know?” Harry looked disgusted. “Do you realize how many TV shows he’s been on? ‘ Real People.’ Charles Kuralt. Dan Rather. Tom Brokaw. And every major magazine except Time.” He stopped, giving the snapshot a hard look.

“What could I do? I couldn’t just say the hell with you people. If I had stopped doing it, the town would have been deluged with people wanting to know why.” Harry flung his arms around as if he might be able to find the answer to all this out there somewhere. Finally he said, “I just didn’t know how to not do it, that’s all.”

Harry relaxed into a trance of reminiscence, revealing a shade of a smile … He must have liked doing the tricks, he must!” Harry made a clucking sound. “Especially when he had to do special shows or TV appearances and they’d make him do things over again. I’d feel so bad for him, but he didn’t care. He knew something was special and he loved the attention.”

Harry’s a handsome man with eyes the color of a tranquil Mediterranean Sea, but he can be kind of gruff. Andre was known to bite people when he was in mating season or when he was shedding, and as some reporters know, Harry’s been known to bite, too. “People magazine called up about a year ago and they said, ‘We’re coming up to do a thing on Andre,’ and I said, ‘Well, you better bring me a check for $500,’ and the guy said, ‘What are you talking about? We can’t pay for news!’ Well, that was the end of them. I duck a lot of it! They’re all so damned arrogant. A crew from CBS showed up here the other day, after Andre was found dead. They came marching across the lawn and I said, ‘Hey, you never paid me for the last time. I’ve got nothing for you. I don’t mind if you get right off my property.’ They turned right about-face and walked right off. What they don’t understand is that I didn’t do this with any idea of having Andre become a star or a celebrity and I still don’t give a hoot,” Harry said.

If it wasn’t the newspeople he was trying to chase back, it was the Feds. “They passed this law in ‘72 that said you can’t keep a wild animal without a license. These three guys showed up one day and they said look we think you’re breaking the law with that seal of yours and I said I’ve had him long before that law was passed and they said well you let him out don’t you and I said yeah and they said and you let him back in don’t ya and I said yeah and they said well that’s capturing a seal! Well, by the time they were done with me they wished they’d never met me. So, they forgot all about that. Then the Department of Agriculture got after me telling me I needed a license to display an animal and I said I’m not gonna get a license and we went back and forth until the press got hold of it and boy, did they back off, awful fast. Senators went right to Washington and said. ‘Come on, now. This has been going on for years. Leave him alone!’ So, after a while, they didn’t even send anybody down here.”

Animals are the ones Harry gets along with. To him, it’s easy. “It doesn’t take anything special. That’s the way animals are, if you take them over when they’re young enough. Seals, ducks, hell, even crows.” Harry ought to know. He’s had two, one named Klinker and another named Columbus who came to him when he called and went for walks with him perched on his shoulder. “If there is a quality that’s more important than others, I guess it’s patience. But it really doesn’t take much to train a seal. I knew I had something way back when I was diving and I found out how these seals would get so tame, right off. In a lot of ways he trained me.” Though he says he is past the age where he would again raise a seal, Harry thinks that almost any seal could have been trained like Andre. “Of course, they’re just like people. They all have different personalities, but he wasn’t the only seal I trained. I look back at what they did for me and I can’t believe it. Andre knew the difference between blowing his nose with a handkerchief and blowing a whistle. When he’d blow into a handkerchief, he’d make the Bronx cheer sound; when be blew the whistle he’d just blow and not make any sound — now how did he know the difference? I’m darned if I know. He always made me do the thinking. He had his way of talking with me. Just like this thing last fall down at the aquarium. They called me up and told me he hadn’t been eating and had lost a lot of weight. I knew right away that he was homesick and wanted to come home.”

One of the bookshelves in Harry’s office is loaded with yellowing news clippings about Andre, and every day more letters come in.  The thing that intrigues the kids is that it’s true,” Harry said. “It wasn’t a damn Disney Donald Duck thing. Andre was real! Some people couldn’t believe it,” Harry said. “You know that lion, Elsa, in Born Free? Well, maybe I’m jealous, but Elsa went on for only two years. Cripes, this just went on and on and on.”

He also has a drawer full of video tapes, including one full-length feature, entirely in Japanese. That one is Harry’s favorite. “I won’t be playing them for a while, I guess. I haven’t busted up yet but almost. I got a letter yesterday that almost got me going.” He went into the kitchen and came back with a cardboard box stuffed full of letters. “These have come in just in the last week.” He picked one out at random. It was postmarked Springfield, Massachusetts, addressed to “Andre’s Owner, Rockport, Maine.” It was a store-bought card, edged in violet. “With deepest sympathy” the letters scrolled out across the front. “Most of them are like that,” he said. “But this one was a little different. This woman wrote and said, ‘If you don’t mind, I’m writing a note to you from Andre.’ It was a kind of a thank-you to me from Andre, for letting him live free, and she just knew how to do it, she knew just what to say. It kind of got to me.”

Harry is 70 now, though there isn’t much sign of it except for the gray hair. He feels that in some ways — though Andre did not suffer from lack of attention, hell, no — the remarkable seal was never quite given the respect he deserved. “Those marine biologists would never lower themselves to ask me anything about Andre. I should think they’d have been on top of this thing all the time, asking me questions, because I can answer them and they can’t. But . . . no-o-o-o.”

Last fall Andre went blind from cataracts. At least, that is what Harry says. “I  knew he was blind ‘cause he couldn’t see — I didn’t need anyone to tell me that.” Andre could still do most of his tricks, with only one exception: “He couldn’t jump through his hoop — he couldn’t see it. But he could still shoot baskets. I mean, after all these years, he knew where the basket was.”

At the time of his death, Andre was said to be the oldest living harbor seal. “They know of a couple of seals that have lived to be 40 or45,” Harry explained, “These were seals that lived in aquariums. Seals that live in the wild, nobody knows their lifespan. Andre lived a life that most seals don’t live — aquarium seals are one thing and wild seals are another, but he knew both.”

Harry’s been to visit aquariums around the country. In fact, Andre was named after Andre Cowan, a Tahitian trainer at Marineland. He corresponds with some of the trainers and sometimes they swopped tricks. He got the idea to teach Andre to play the ukulele from an aquarium in Seattle. But there is a distance between Harry and this other breed, the professional animal trainer. “At the aquariums they don’t call them tricks or stunts anymore; they call them ‘behaviors’.” Harry said the word with the nasal disdain of a stuffy old dowager. “I guess that’s supposed to dignify it or something. Well, Andre and I still called them tricks. ‘Trained seal’ might be derogatory to some people but not to me. Andre was certainly trained. In fact he probably knew a lot more ‘behaviors’ than most other trained animals — I don’t know what his repertoire was, a hundred tricks, at least, I suppose. I couldn’t remember half of them myself. Toward the end, I couldn’t really think of anything else to teach him. The last thing I taught him was to wave good-bye.”


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9 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

    • 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

      • Suzy Key January 29, 2016 at 1:38 pm #

        I agree with you Sandy Wenzel about God blessing us with the animals that are so intelligent. I just read this article on FB about Andre and made me so appreciate that there are others in the world that realize and are blessed by the love of animals…the love and dedication from animals is such a blessing and not known by many humans. Their loss! I am so happy for all the people that knew Andre personally and his special friend that cared for him. Thanks to all for their memories of Andre.

  6. Carol Gibbons May 12, 2015 at 8:10 pm #

    My husband and I watched the documentary about Harry, Andre and your family just now on Animal Planet Canada.

    God bless all of you for taking such loving care of one of God’s creatures! The bond between Andre and Harry reminded us so much of the kind of bond a dog has with his or her humans.

    That sweet bond you shared with Andre was just a foretaste of how animals and humans will be able to interact one day in God’s Kingdom – when humans won’t have the human nature we unfortunately have now, and God will remove the fear from animals he wisely had to confer upon them after Adam and Eve’s sin.

    What a wonderful, beautiful story of friendship and love! God bless you!

    PS: There are so many ways I’m convinced animals are smarter, wiser and loving than humans!

  7. Cheryl Adams-Jordan June 9, 2015 at 6:47 pm #

    Today I was in the process of going through some boxes of days past. I came across the book from 1974 about Andre. I reminisced about the time my husband Bob and I saw Andre in Rockport back in ’73. We even purchased a framed print of Andre that day and it is still on our wall today. I knew Andre had died many years ago and decided to go on line to see when and where. After reading this Yankee article there were tears in my eyes.. How wonderful a relationship…

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