STONE AND CANVAS©️
Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison
#40 G.B.’S NOSE
G.B. carried himself with the confidence (sans ego) of a handsome man, but never having seen a snap or photo of him before age and a “hard life” carved in his maturity, I could only wonder.
Eventually his son showed me a photo of G.B. as a young man and he was beautiful. Nature had gifted him with black curly hair, wild and wonderful turquoise eyes, dimples, a cleft in his chin, a sensual mouth and - a slim straight nose!
He was one of those Madison Boys,” successful men but “rip snortin’” brothers and he readily admitted to being a fighter. More often than not he was a looser, but that never did stop him swinging the first punch.
Later as a man, his reputation included the tale of him limping home bloody and beaten, to be bandaged, cleaned up with a change of clothes, only to head back “sos I can finish the job.”
Being punched in the face had taken its toll and left his nose a little bulbous. It bothered me as my father had had such a classic profile.
One day G.B. and I were walking up the parking ramp between the garden and the back door, when we each put one foot under a vine, and stepped on it with the other foot. We plunged in tandem to the cement. I broke my fall by twisting sideways. G.B. broke his fall, with his nose. The impact split the bulb and he gushed blood and curses as he rushed inside to tend it.
I pleaded in vain with him to go to Prescott for stitches, then I watched the healing of the nose like a hawk, terrified that it might remain, double its size.
Instead I was delighted by the end result. The scar ⎯ eliminated the bulbous end by creating a dashing cleft ⎯ matched the one in his chin.