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Kissing his mentor's fore-brain


Two or three seconds after I took this picture in 1996, my former teacher, from 25 years before, kissed a mentor of his, from 35 years before.
It's my favourite picture of both of them. It was at the official reception for Folktales of Newfoundland, the two-volume work co-edited by Herbert Halpert (on the right).
Harold Paddock, on the left, was telling the people present how much he admired Halpert and his works. He raised himself a little from the chair, lifted his hands to the sides of Halpert's head, and gave him a loud kiss on the forehead, a kiss – he said – to Halpert's fore-brain. It was, he went on, in recognition of how influential Halpert had been in building a strong scholarship around the culture of this province.
Halpert died four years later, in 2000.
And Harold Paddock died this week.
They are both missed.
It's my favourite picture of both of them. It was at the official reception for Folktales of Newfoundland, the two-volume work co-edited by Herbert Halpert (on the right).
Harold Paddock, on the left, was telling the people present how much he admired Halpert and his works. He raised himself a little from the chair, lifted his hands to the sides of Halpert's head, and gave him a loud kiss on the forehead, a kiss – he said – to Halpert's fore-brain. It was, he went on, in recognition of how influential Halpert had been in building a strong scholarship around the culture of this province.
Halpert died four years later, in 2000.
And Harold Paddock died this week.
They are both missed.
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And, in our time of sheltering from the pandemic, deaths are lonely things for those left behind, unable to meet with friends to celebrate the lives ended. We must look for celebration in other ways.
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