Digesting Thanksgiving



“Your mom. Class A Bitch, but when she’s had a few? Very funny lady, if she’s not trying to make you feel like shit.”

Trina hung her lavender scarf over the peg by the front door. No arguing that evenings with mother were trying, but it was the only mom she had.

“I don’t say stuff like that about your parents, Todd.”

“They’re not like your mom.”

“No, they’re bizarre in their own way.”

“My parents are not bizarre. They come as close to Norman Rockwell as humanly possible.”

“Yeah, but ON PURPOSE. I mean, seriously. They were BORN in the 70s, not the 20s.”

“Gen X, you know, latchkey kids. All they ever wanted was a real home with mom, dad, the whole nine yards.”

“Your parents HAD mom and dad and the whole nine yards. I’ve MET your grandparents.”

“What can I say? Maybe THEY were Norman Rockwell.”

“I don’t think so. More Woodstock.”

“Maybe that’s it. Maybe they didn’t want Woodstock parents, but wanted Norman Rockwell parents. I don’t know.”

“At least my mom is herself. She’s definitely not playing for effect.”

“No. That’s for sure. No Norman Rockwell there.”


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8 thoughts on “Digesting Thanksgiving

  1. Norman Rockwell didn’t believe his own work because he wasn’t at all like people thought he was. He was a very sharp, intuitive, wildly liberal guy. But he painted what they paid him to paint because that’s life. When he got old enough, he painted what HE wanted to paint, but until he got there, it was what they told him to do. Ah life. Earning a living is very droll.

  2. After reading about Norman Rockwell, I got it. He seems to have designed the perfect family in his illustrations and I have learned something new. Perhaps growing up as a Brit I did not know Norman Rockwell.

    • His work has slipped into folklore, these archetypal images of idealized American life evoke a lot of nostalgia for something that was probably never really like that. Thatโ€™s ok with me. We all have reality, right?

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