Jewish World Review Nov. 23, 1999 /14 Kislev, 5760
Suzanne Fields
A feast for the spirit and the stomach
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THANKSGIVING IS NORMAN ROCKWELL'S kind of holiday. The day brings out our better angels.
The kids wear tattoos and earrings in all kinds of strange places and turn their baseball caps
around backward, but nearly everybody's cheerful in anticipation of a family feast.
If the younger ones aren't wearing scrubbed-up smiles, we know they're still good kids.
(Drugs are no longer cool in junior high.) If Mom and Grandma are too busy at their
computers and fax machines to make the stuffing from scratch, they can get the abdicated
patriarchs to do it. We've got Cuisinarts to make the cranberry relish and the Internet to
recover a lost recipe for sweet-potato pie.
This year we can endure -- even enjoy -- debates at the table over whether to call the earliest
inhabitants of the continent Indians or Native Americans, or whether we should eat turkey or
tofu, but gone are the nasty arguments of Thanksgivings past when generational conflicts
focused on who was a good American and who was not.
Political discussions can get lively but they aren't likely to ruin anybody's appetite. Both
Republicans and Democrats have candidates we can all respect as being honorable men no
matter who we like best. One candidate is even an authentic war hero.
Innocence and patriotism are "in.'' The Norman Rockwell image is relevant this year because
nobody's ashamed of the country's prosperity. There's a lot of it to spread around. Enjoying
abundance evokes neither guilt nor greed. Even the artist's Boy Scout calendars have an
up-to-date concern for character building. We can argue over the height of the wall between
church and state, but we can all revel in this secular holiday that celebrates the faith of our
fathers (and mothers.)
Norman Rockwell, of course, knew the dark side of life, but that's not what he chose to
paint. After a brief stay in Paris in the 1930s, he even tried his hand at "modernist'' paintings
that everyone agreed were dreadful. He referred to that short time as his "James
Joyce-Gertrude Stein period.''
I was a closet admirer of Norman Rockwell before Norman Rockwell was cool, because the
best of his illustrations and paintings evoke nostalgia and because his attention to detail is
meticulous. Critics have finally caught up with his talent and he's enjoying a Renaissance. This
week PBS is airing a 90-minute documentary of his life and times. His works are on national
tour for the next two years which will end in 2001 at the Guggenheim Museum in New York
City. By then no one will remember the elephant dung, the rotting cow's head or the
celebration of a child killer at the Brooklyn Museum.
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Norman Rockwell drew what he knew and how he wanted life to be. He was as amusing in
depicting the common cold as in celebrating the common man. Before he illustrated special
editions of "Tom Sawyer'' and "Huckleberry Finn'' he went to Hannibal, Mo., to "absorb
the feeling that Mark Twain had put into his writing.''
When he saw a farmer plowing a field, wearing exactly the kind of trousers he wanted to
illustrate, he asked to trade trousers. He offered to throw in $4. The farmer, suspecting a
scam, asked for the money up front. The two men found a shade tree and made the transfer.
Norman Rockwell tried at the beginning of World War II to interest the federal government
in sponsoring his idea for his famous series, "The Four Freedoms.'' He failed. So he painted
them as Saturday Evening Post covers. The government then turned them into posters to sell
War Bonds. The freedom series took seven months to finish. "The job (was) too big for
me,'' Norman Rockwell once said, without irony. "It should have been tackled by
Michelangelo.''
Well, even a modest New Englander can exaggerate occasionally. Michelangelo was a great
artist who painted and sculpted man as majestic in the image of G-d. Norman Rockwell was
a careful illustrator who drew the little guys who carried G-d inside themselves in the habits
of daily life. On Thanksgiving we give thanks to both, accurate depictions of the sustenance
of both the life of the spirit and of the stomach. What a country. What a
holiday.
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©1999, Suzanne Fields. Distributed by Los Angeles Times Syndicate
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