My parents loved Norman Rockwell. He painted folksy, charming, patriotic pictures. His people were my parents’ kind of people: decent, humorous, God-fearing.
The world he portrayed was the world they wanted to live in.
And they were pretty sure he was a Republican, although this may have been wishful thinking.
Republican, Democrat or flaming secret libertarian– I have no idea. But I grew up enjoying Norman Rockwell and wanting to live in his world and be like his people. He likely helped form many of my prudish sentiments. Bless you Norman.
Yesterday I was a stop-gap babysitter. I would stay with youngsters after Mom left and before Grandma arrived.
They tolerated me and were well-behaved, but I couldn’t hold a candle to Grandma.
This little one decided (as I did when waiting for my sons to come home safely) that watching for the loved one would hasten the arrival.
Although Norman may have added a scruffy pup or Grandpa, I think he could have had fun with this one.
What do you think for a title. ‘Waiting for Grandma’? Or ‘If I Turn My Back on the Photo-Snapping Sitter Maybe She’ll Go Away’?