Sgt Clemens, R.I.P. Coincidentally, I have the Rockwell calendar courtesy of the Paralyzed Vets of America and that pose is for March 2012.
Mom has that one hanging up at home.
Norman Rockwell, the standard of domestic America before the sleaze rolled in.
I was a classmate of Ed Locke, the little boy, in the second grade in 1958 in Stockbridge, MA. It was a magic place as can be seen in Rockwell's many Stockbridge scenes with Stockbridge residents as models.
I believe that that cafe in the painting went on to be “Alice's Restaurant.” I had the honor of being stopped for speeding down the Stockbridge Main Street by Officer Obie himself...right in front of my father's office window...and given a only a warning.
BTW, my father, a pastor in a Stockbridge church, was asked by Rockwell to persuade the mother of the little black girl in the famous painting with the “n-word” to permit use of her daughters image after she saw the word and had withdrawn her permission. She was a member of his church and was descended from a soldier who had fought in the Massachusetts regiment featured in the movie “Glory,” IIRC. In my memory I can still see my father and Rockwell discussing the matter on the front walk.
I will be forwarding this story to family and friends, thanks to you!
Norman Rockwell >>>>>>>> ANY modern “artist”.
Speaking of immortalized, Eddie Locke, the little boy, is also the model that got his butt immortalized in the scene in the doctors office where he is awaiting a shot.
I got shots in that office, too. The MD (whose back is immortalized, I suppose) is Dr. Donald Campbell and you can even see his name on the diploma on the wall in front of Eddie’s nose, if you have big print of the painting.
OMG a lunch counter, my first officially paid job was behind one of those in a People’s Drugstore.
Yesterday I realized with horror that I couldn't find my wallet. I looked high and low. Unusual circumstance... it had a lot of money in it.
As I searched for it, I began to form the suspicion that I'd left it at the automated check-out machine at my small town's grocery store. Small town meaning ~8000 households.
I drove down there to report it missing. They had it. All the money was in it.
When I got home I put 1/3 of it in an envelope and took it back there in an envelope, with a thank-you note enclosed. Should be enough to pay for their annual employee picnic, if they have one.