Biggest Damn Democrat in Mobile

There's a lot of family history here, and one of my fondest memories as a kid was listening to the stories my great-grandmother, known as "Grandy", told us! She lived to the venerable age of 94, sharp as a tack. It was her mother that had bought Termite Hall back in 1919, and Grandy was a suffragette when she was young, and according to my grandmother, she never missed an election. My family has always been Democratic, but unlike many Southerners, they never went the Dixiecrat route-- they were FDR fans, and then huge JFK fans. My aunts remember volunteering for Johnson. Progressive politics is always the main topic of conversation at the dinner table, and I loved hearing my grandmother (Ma-Ma) rant about what a "damn fool" W was. I thought it only fitting to recount here a transcription of a story Grandy used to tell. I've told it since to friends, but this is an actual transcription from a tape recording made by my cousin Pascal Rapier in 1973.

Pascal: Uh, Aunt Gina, could you tell us again about the little boy, uh, the Demouy boy that was lost and that all he knew was that he was a Democrat?
Grandy: uh huh. Said tell you again?
Pascal: Yeah.
Grandy: Why?
Pascal: Uh, for the tape recorder.
Grandy: Oh, you want to hear on the...
Pascal: Yeah, I want to get it on tape.
Grandy: Well, there was this boy and his name was Demouy
Female voice: Who was it? Who was it that was lost?
Grandy: It was Mama's brother
Ma-Ma: Augustus Demouy?
Grandy: His name was Gus, Uncle Gus. And he was, uh, have you got the thing on? [the tape recorder]
Pascal: Yeah. It's on.
Grandy: And he was playin' out in the yard. He was jus' 'bout two years old, well, maybe not, well he was two. And somebody came through an' left the gate open. And he walked out of it and walked on down the street. And then after he'd walked some distance, he wanted to go back home, an' he didn't know how to get home. So he started cryin'. And a policeman heard and came up there and says "What's the matter little boy?" An' he says, "Lost." And the policeman says, "Well, that's nothin' to cry about, I'll take ya home. You tell me where you live." He says, "What's your name?" An' Uncle Gus says, "Democrat". He said, "I didn't ask you what you ... uh, [laughter] what you were, I asked you what your name was." An' he says, "Democrat". And so the policeman says, "Well, where do ya live?" An' Uncle Gus says, "Democrat". An' so that's all the policeman could get out of him. An' so he took him down to the guard house where there were other policemen thinking that maybe some of them could get somethin' out of the boy. Well, the same thing happened, they asked him all sorts of questions an' everythin' they asked him, he said, "Democrat". [Laughter] So then they, one of 'em said, "Well, I bet he's old man Demouy's son because he's the biggest damn Democrat in Mobile!" And so, uh, on the chance, they took him down to Grandfather's store an' Grandfather asked the policeman, "What's all this? What's happenin'?" So the policeman told him the whole story.