In the late 50 & 60ss, we used to love to drive home from the camp in southern VT, Route 7; every Sunday afternoon Molly and Norman would be at a place in Arlington, VT that exhibited his work. They were very sweet, down-to earth folks.
Early on, it was obvious that Molly took care of the *business* side of Rockwell's art, and she let Norman be Norman.
Good times.
How fortunate you were to see him.
My ex had an uncle that I cared for deeply.
The uncle sickened and died a few years after the separation.
I was not involved in the mourning or plans.
He adored Rockwell. Used to visit the museum every chance he got. it was a long trip for him, lived near Erie PA.
I made a pilgrimage to the museum to honor the uncle and found that it was just the right balm for the heart.