| The family has a photograph of a favourite
uncle - long since deceased - which is the only formal portrait I have ever seen of a
gentleman smoking a cigarette ---- unless you count the Marlboro Man on the Billboard. It
shows a white haired gentleman of advanced years holding a lighted cigarette in his hand
as he smiles at the photographer. Behind it is a rather interesting story. Charles McCaskie lived with his daughter, Florence Eby, during his last
years. She earned their living by working for a photographer as an artist -- tinting
black-and-white photos with oil paints, before the advent of color film.
Near his ninetieth birthday, she decided to have a portrait of her
father, and took him to her employer to have it made. But things did not go at all well.
Charlie could not relax to have his picture snapped; each trial was increasingly to both
customer and professional. Her Dad was trying so hard to do what he was asked that each
picture of Charlie was strained, with a wooden smile and clenched hands.
Finally the photographer said " Lets take a break. Would you
like a smoke, Charlie?"
" Sure would!" Charlie sighed. Leaning back in his chair
with a newly-lit Camel between his fingers, Charlie finally relaxed. |