More pleasant memories.
Much of my love of reading came early on, in the mid 1940's when I would anxiously await the arrival of the "Saturday Evening Post", which, along with "Life Mgazine" we're two of the few "extras" our family paid for.
The "real life" Rockwell paintings were not so exotic then, as they seem today, but pictures of the life we were living... little boy in a barber chair, boy scouts, and the people we saw every day, doing what we did in our own lives..
A little bit later, in the 1950's when I went to college, there was a tangential connection with Norman Rockwell, through the chef in my fraternity house... Larry Pinette, who, soon after I graduated, became the cafeteria director of the college (Bowdoin), and set a landmark for the college being the Gold Standard for college dining to this day. Anyway, during the summers, Larry would move down to Laconia NH, where he was reknown as the chef of the Hickory Stick Farm Restaurant, frequented by Norman Rockwell. Larry and Rockwell became close friends, and many of the Rockwell paintings were exhibited there.
Good to see that Rockwell is not forgotten.