A beautiful painting

“One of Norman Rockwell’s most famous paintings was found hidden behind a fake wall in its owner’s home, proving that the version the owner had long displayed was a forgery, family members and experts said.”

I never saw this painting before reading the above linked article, heck, I never heard of that Rockwell painter before. But when I actually saw the painting a few moments ago, it really touched me. It’s not so much the kid and his obviously-enthusiastic-for-going-away look, but that of the father. A father deep in his thoughts and sadness for his soon-to-leave son. It touched me because that’s exactly how my father was sitting, behaving and looked like (including the cigarette!) when I was going away to Corfu in 1991, or when I was leaving for Germany in 1992 to go find work.

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Terry Brennan wrote on April 9th, 2006 at 2:48 AM PST:

Eugenia, shame on you! Living in America for umpty-ump years,
and not knowing Norman Rockwell, is something like living in
Greece for umpty-ump years, and never having seen the
Parthenon, or never heard a song by Theodorakis, or never
eaten souvlaki! Rockwell is our Breughel. He records
American life in the first half of the 20th century as no
one else does.

Oh, well, most people born in America after 1960 probably
do not know who he is either! But now you do!


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Eugenia wrote on April 9th, 2006 at 6:53 AM PST:

>living in Greece for umpty-ump years and never having seen the Parthenon

I have never seen it from up close. I only drove by once or twice.

> or never heard a song by Theodorakis

Yuk. :)

> or never eaten souvlaki!

I had lots of those. :)


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