Today is Norman Rockwell's birthday.
50+ years my elder, he painted the Americana of my childhood and early youth. As early as I can remember, Life Magazine andThe Saturday Evening Post were in both my grandparent's and my home.
I recall innocently believing that his paintings depicted scenes from the local drugstore, my doctors' offices, our main street, my Dad and uncles who fought in WWII or Korea ....
At some point in time, I taped SEP covers on my bedroom walls -- until my sister demanded equal space for her movie star photos.
But back to Rockwell's Americana. Browse his galleries and reclaim a memory of yourself, an aunt, an uncle, a neighbor.
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And if you also shared a bedroom with a curly-headed, skinny, whiney, cry-baby little sister who insisted on taping up those black and white head shots of Tab Hunter and Sandra Dee -- your personal "Americana" most likely includes one of these ------>
There is, after all, a bit of Rockwell in all of us.
Posted at 09:20 am by Gull
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YourNeighbor
February 3, 2007 11:57 AM PST
We may disagree on some things, Gully, but Rockwell (and childhood momentos like a black eye) aren't one of those things!
Super Bowl dinner at your house, OK? hahahahaha |
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Gull
February 3, 2007 01:06 PM PST
Bring it on, Neighbor.
Dinner, that is! |
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Sis
February 3, 2007 07:02 PM PST
You are not suggesting that I received the black eye, are you?
As I recall the scene, YOU, my older sistah, received the black eye!
ROFL Those were the good old days, weren't they? And don't forget how we both cried when Eddie left Debbie for that %#)*&% Elizabeth T!!!
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Sandy
February 4, 2007 02:45 PM PST
Gull, you make me smile when clouds are grey.
thanks for the uplifting post on Americana and Rockwell. |
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