Hand in hand, my mother and I walked through the revolving door and into the bank. I was stopped dead in my tracks by a magnificent mural looming on a lobby wall. My mother had to nudge me over to a teller's window, where I stood on a step stool and slipped quarters into the half moon-shaped slots in my first deposit book.Fast forward more years than I care to remember. Du Pont still has a presence in Wilmington, but it is a considerably diminshed one as the once giant chemical maker has stumbled trying to branch out from its longtime moneymakers in synthetic fibers, paints and such into new markets like pharmaceuticals and genetic engineering. The city's skyline is now dominated by big out-of-town banks that have opened credit-card operations to take advantage of Delaware's welcoming banking laws.
I asked the teller about the mural.
She replied that it was N.C. Wyeth's "The Apothesis of the Family."
Every time my deposit book filled up and I returned to WSFS, I would gaze up at "The Apothesis," which had the effect of making me feel very small in stature but at the same time very big since I was old enough to have my money in Wilmington's premier savings bank.
WSFS is putting up a new headquarters, and the bank of my childhood will be gutted and rebuilt as a hotel or for apartments or whatever. The developer apparently can't find a way to incorporate the 60-foot-by-19-foot mural -- my mural -- into his plans and intends to dispose of it.
As a result, "The Apothesis" is now caught in a tug-of-war between two communities:
Wilmington art interests who cannot abide the thought of the mural leaving its home on the banks of the Brandywine. After all, they note, the Wyeths are the embodiment of the Brandywine School of American art.
Art interests on the central Maine coast where the Wyeths have long vacationed and N.C. Wyeth's grandson, Jamie, now lives. After all, they note, the Wyeths are practically Down Easters themselves.
Such artsy schmartsy tugs of war are not unusual, and Philadelphia recently went through an especially expensive tussle over "The Gross Clinic," the Thomas Eakins masterpiece, which the city ransomed for $78 million.
Everyone is being circumspect about the value of the "The Apothesis," but it probably is worth in the low several millions of dollars.
Andrew Wyeth is probably the best known American artist of the 20th century. Reproductions of his works, including the ubiquitous "Christina's World," are everywhere. While realism is not my bag (it only occupies a corner of it), I acknowledge that Andrew is damned good. But it is N.C. Wyeth's wonderful illustrations, as opposed to his paintings, that have captured my imagination since I was a child.
You know, the kind of books that fuel young imaginations. And keep giving pleasure to those of us who refuse to ever completely grow up.
Below is a selection of some of my favorite N.C. Wyeth
illustrations and paintings. Enjoy.