THE PROBLEM WE ALL LIVE WITH

Growing up in NJ my Dad would commute into the city for work. Part of his commute involved riding the train from Hoboken to Westwood where we lived. Often he picked up something to read on the train. I always waited to see if Dad had the latest issue of The Saturday Evening Post and if there was a Normal Rockwell painting on the cover.


Even as a young child I was fascinated with his work. I'd study every cover looking for the extra details he would include. I don't think I ever looked inside the magazine. I just enjoyed studying the cover and using my imagination to continue the story he was telling with his paintbrush.


As a child I always hated school. Most years I struggled through and by 1964 I was ready to graduate and be done with it. That was the year one of Norman Rockwell's most famous paintings appeared in Look Magazine. (By that time he had left The Saturday Evening Post for Look Magazine.) I still remember seeing a copy and feeling very sad for the little girl in the painting. It was called "The Problem We All Live With."

I saw all the anger and hatred on the television news, but this painting made an even greater impact on me. To me school was already bad enough. I couldn't even imagine going to school under these circumstances. How scared she must have been.

I love the way Rockwell caught the innocence of a child surrounded by hate. Many years ago, I ordered this print from the Norman Rockwell Museum and it now hangs in my entry way. Every morning when I come down the hall I see it. I've studied the details many times and it's a daily reminder of the horrors of hate. Now as a parent I've often wondered what it must have been like for the little girl's parents. They must have been terrified too.

Some years back I saw that little girl on Oprah. Of course, she's a grown woman today and her name is Ruby. She never actually met Norman Rockwell. The painting was based on her experience, but another child posed for Rockwell.

Today I went to You Tube to listen to Dr. Martin Luther King's "I have a dream speech." The person that had uploaded the video said in the description that the comments area had been disabled due to hateful and racist remarks.

Over the years progress has been made, but sadly that kind of deep rooted hate still exists today. Fortunately, it exists on a smaller scale. It's been 47 years since that speech and we now have our first black American President. Today I'm hopeful that with future generations things will continue to improve.

MERRY CHRISTMAS! IT'S THE EPIPHANY!

Yes, January 6th is the Epiphany and that's why my Christmas decorations are still up.

Well, that's the excuse I use anyway because I don't want to take them down. I guess it's a Southern tradition, but a lot of people around here put their trees out at the curb on December 26th. Maybe they're concerned about the fire hazard, but I have an artificial tree and I'm in no hurry to get it down. It took a while to get everything up...so what's the hurry?

I have to admit that we're the only people on our street tonight with outside Christmas lights on. I guess some people might think we forgot. No, it's intentional. I'm having fun!

Our Christmas tree might not look pretty to you. It's full of faded construction paper ornaments that the kids made many years ago. Over the years I've had to make emergency repairs with scotch tape. And, I hang all the old pictures of my kids with Santa on the tree too. Can you blame me for wanting to enjoy it just a little while longer?



Our kids are 39, 38, and almost 33. This stuff's been around for a while!

And take a look at this picture. The Santa in the middle was made by ME in pre-school and I just turned 63! I joke with the kids about who made the prettiest ornaments. My mother used to decorate her tree with the things we made and gave me my things some years back.

And when I was packing up my Dad for the move to assisted living here I saved some of the vintage Christmas ornaments and put them in my mother's punch bowls. The only ornament that isn't vintage in this bowl is the little Santa Claus in the middle that says 1918. That was the year my father was born and when I saw it this year I had to have it. It looks vintage anyway.

And here's the other bowl. It's our centerpiece on the dining room table. Good thing we don't drink punch.

And I'll take this opportunity to show you my Norman Rockwell Christmas Village. This is supposed to be Main Street in Stockbridge, MA. I love Norman Rockwell and the one place I want to go before I die is the Normal Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, MA. ( Hey...the trip will be a lot cheaper than Hawaii or some other exotic location.) Please ignore anything that might be knocked over. For some reason the cats love to stroll down Main Street.

And here's the church.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!