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’?
2 comments:
Such a sweet, sweet picture. Depending on your audience both titles are perfect. I am familiar with the second.
Adorable girl, lovely photo, terrific post. Loved it all.
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