A Norman Rockwell Memory

 

One morning in the 1960s, the art director of McCalls was at my office door carrying the kind of oversized portfolio that usually holds samples of a new illustrator's work. "Got a minute?" he asked.

When I nodded, he came in, followed by a slight man in his sixties with a sweet smile and introduced Norman Rockwell, who was doing a series of paintings for the magazine.

As I looked at them and responded to their charm, I suddenly realized that America's most popular artist was standing there, waiting expectantly for my reaction to his work.

The smile I gave him warmed us both.

A Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!