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Puzzled
I
have been a huge fan of Norman Rockwell’s artworks for as long as I can
remember, but I had an especially strong fascination for his Boy in a Dining Car. In fact, I even paid a premium for a large
lithograph print of it to hang on my living room wall, and as I sat and stared
for hours at a time, I wondered why it had such a hold on me.
Could
it be the kindly expression upon the waiter’s face? What about the seriousness of the young man
as he checked his bill? Surely it must
be the other train going in the opposite direction that can be seen through the
window that caught my attention?
No,
none of those things rang any bells, but there was a memory of a story that my
dad had told me long ago that lingered in the back of my mind. It was a story about when he first went to
see if Stanford University might be a good fit for him, and much of that story
was about a kindly black man, who had taken it upon himself to make sure that
everything went well for my dad while he was riding on his train.
Now,
his concern was actually unnecessary.
For my dad was a child prodigy with an enormous intellect. Furthermore, he had a degree of wisdom far
exceeding what a typical 14 year-old would possess. Proof of that is how much my dad truly
appreciated the kindness of that waiter instead of feeling insulted.
Several
years later, my dad bought the railroad, and it grieved him deeply that there
were no employment records for his friend.
For my dad wanted to place him in charge of passenger care for the
entire line, but it was as if he had never existed as far as the previous
management of the railroad company was concerned. Be assured that a thorough house-cleaning was
instituted soon thereafter.
It
was starting to really nag on me. For my
dad’s story had to have had something to do with the painting, but how could it
be more than a mere coincidence? After
all, the boy in the dining car was supposed to be Norman Rockwell’s youngest
son, Peter!
The
loss of my sanity was steadily gaining momentum when a long forgotten part of
my dad’s story leapt to the forefront of my mind, and it shook me to the very
core of my being. For the forgotten part
was about there often being another man sitting in the dining car whenever my
dad went in. My dad had said that he
would always be quietly sketching on a pad and puffing on his pipe, and that my
dad had never went over to make his acquaintance. Although, the waiter seemed to know him well.
Whoa,
could the boy in that dining car actually be my dad? The pieces of the puzzle sure seemed to fit,
but with all of the resources at my dad’s disposal later on in his life, surely
he would have sought out confirmation from Norman Rockwell—albeit merely for
the sake of his family? Hey, it’s not
like my dad would have been seeking any compensation, and he would have been
well pleased to leave it as Peter being in the dining car instead of himself.
Okay,
I suppose some mysteries are meant to stay as such, but that doesn’t mean that
I have to like it. At least my
fascination with the painting is no longer so puzzling, and I am happier than
ever with having a signed print of it hanging on my living room wall.
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a very nice tale to go with it.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful painting; and an equally wonderful story.
ReplyDeleteI'd never seen that particular Rockwell painting before...it's beautifully painted; and it captured a very special moment.
Rockwell painted so many unforgettable stories with his paint brushes.
Thanks for stopping by, my dear TWG!!! The tale came to mind within seconds of first seeing the prompt for this week on Sunday, and by the time to place it into written form Monday afternoon, very little was added. Be assured that I wish it would be like that every week.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! I was also unfamiliar with this piece before, and while doing a little research to help with the story, I discovered that there are several of his pieces that I am unfamiliar with, which makes me be even more in awe of his efforts. Be assured that Arlynda and I are thrilled with the Norman Rockwell calendars that our pharmacy gives away each year.
ReplyDeletenicely done and fascinating story.
ReplyDeleteThoroughly enjoyed this, Jerry...
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Kathe!!! I am really glad you enjoyed this. Be assured that I will get over to see what you have done with it muy pronto!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Tess!!! Well, it sure doesn't help with climbing the corporate ladder to great success when the boss comes by to pay me a compliment before I have taken the time to pay them one--does it? (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteYour Dad must have known mine...he owned the Brooklyn Bridge! Quite a fabulous tale! Ah, Rockwell...
ReplyDeleteNorman Rockwell paints amazing pictures and you spin a wonderful tale
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Lyn!!! Whoa, it is indeed a small world--is it not?
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! I swear that it is all true, and if you can accept that, it would seem that I may now have some options on the selling of the Brooklyn Bridge...
ReplyDelete:) I know Norman Rockwell painted an America people are nostalgic over, but I wish he had actually done a few more "political" pieces as his "The Problem We
ReplyDeleteAll Live With" is so awesome and must have shocked a few people.
Thanks for stopping by, my dear Margaret!!! Should it make a painter any less significant when they try to provide a little respite for a troubled mind? Now, if an artist tries to make a joke out of something tragic, that is something entirely different.
ReplyDeletePlease, do not think I am another "it's all good" person. For I have been made acutely aware of just how messed up this world truly is, and I cherish Rockwell's illustrations for serving as a reminder of much more simpler and better times--even if only in regards to the scenes he often depicted.
A wonderful tale, Jerry. I really enjoyed it, thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Sharon!!! I am really glad you enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteno i think you got the story all wrong, once again. that boy was sold into slavery, and that was the last we saw of him all. LOL!
ReplyDeleteTruly ... truly amazing!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Beatrix!!! Well, that is certainly an unpleasant thought. (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear Helen!!! Flattery will get you everywhere around here. (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteFun tale!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, my dear ~T~!!! I am really glad you enjoyed it.
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