25 Years Ago

Andrew Wyeth Reflects on His Father, the Artist N. C. Wyeth

My father was a very robust, powerfully built man. But strangely enough, his hands were delicate. One of the stories around Chadds Ford was about a milk train he would meet and how he would help the farmers lift their enormous 10-gallon cans—one in each hand—up onto the platform beside the tracks. Read more »