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Yankee Classic: Why We Still Love Rockwell
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"Not to fear," a woman in our group says, and she switches on a miniature flashlight. We follow her back to the galleries. They are as dim as cathedrals. Holding the flashlight, the woman walks from one painting to the next, illuminating, in small circles, details of the works -- hands gnarled, faces crabby, shoes marching -- and she says, "Here we see America's real people, their goodness and their struggles. Norman Rockwell captures the humor of life and shows us at our moral best."
"Look at the wedding ring embedded in the praying hands," someone says when we come to "Freedom to Worship," an illustration done in 1943 as part of a series called the "Four Freedoms" that raised $132 million for the war effort.
"Grandma's expression never changes," a second voice says at "Going and Coming" from 1947, which depicts the before and after of a family outing.
"They march with such a determined lockstep," a third voice says about an illustration Rockwell did for a 1964 Look magazine piece about integration.
". . . New Hampshire, when I delivered the Post," a voice we recognize says.
The museum lights flicker, then come on: Standing there with the flashlight, wearing a blue T--shirt and off--white crucifix, her gray hair showing natural dash, is Sister Teresa Ann, a nun from Connecticut. "Bravo," a woman says.
Some formal barrier in the museum has been broken by the wind and rain and fallen branches; laughter breaks out, strangers relate where they were in 1952 when "Day in the Life of a Little Girl" was done, and the hour becomes a reunion for the generation that predominates here: kids in the Depression, soldiers and riveters during the war, fathers and mothers in the fifties and sixties -- people who remember when decency and wit were what counted if you wanted to be invited into someone's home on Saturday evening.
"I have tried, as best I knew, to give . . . people a little beauty and happiness and humanity," Rockwell once said.
Because the power company cannot guarantee electricity to keep the air-conditioning running, the museum closes for the rest of the day. The tour guides shut the gallery doors. Sister Teresa Ann is looking at books in the gift shop. Next to her a Chinese couple laugh over a card that shows a man selling ice boxes to Eskimos.
The boy in the Nikes sits on a bench with his girlfriend. His left knee shines through the ragged hole in his Levis. "I don't know," he says, "maybe his point is that if you idealize the good, the good is what you'll get. What do you think, Quimby?"
In 1939, when Rockwell was 45, he moved his studio from New Rochelle, New York, to Arlington, Vermont. He complained that "the kids were too well dressed in New Rochelle." In Arlington, though, "my pictures grew out of the world around me, the everyday life of my neighbors." I drive north from Stockbridge on Route 7 to take a look at Arlington.
Rockwell outside the studio was a putterer and a poker, a man in search of faces and stories, who once said the street was his stage -- but not like other American pokers, like Walt Whitman, for instance, peering at people from the back of their open hospital gowns with awe. Rockwell was an innocent afoot on Main Street in Arlington -- like Jimmy Stewart in Bedford Falls in the movie It's a Wonderful Life -- tipping his hat while making a note that the wart on your grandmother's nose ought to be remembered for his next Halloween illustration.
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Comment from Dave Vaughan on June 17, 2009
The red covered bridge is a great place to stop and take a break when canoeing on the battenkill
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