Thursday, July 17, 2008
There are 150 prints in this serigraph edition, each numbered, dated and signed by Robert Crumb.
The image is 15 inches wide by 18.5 inches tall. Each print is on cream 100% rag archival Rives BFK paper (22 x 28 inches) and comes with a Certificate of Authenticity written by Crumb and our guarantee for your complete satisfaction or your money back.
We also have a brand new Twas Ever Thus Tee available exclussively on R.Crumb.com!
This print goes live on our site, RCrumb.com, this weekend, and begins shipping this Monday, July 22nd, 2008, but you can order it right now through this newsletter.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
This is a transcript by Charles (Chuck) Crumb, Robert's father, dictated sometime in the 1970's. It is about his father Winifred Maxon Crumb (1880-1951) and mother Mary ‘Chicos’ Crumb (1887-1974).
This is Chuck. Dorothy, our oldest sister, has asked me to do an audio tape in memory of our father and mother. The following are the exact words taken from this tape, for my brothers and sisters, their wives and husbands and their children and children’s children. Dorothy has asked me to do this tape and perhaps I am not completely fit to undertake something of this very serious nature. But, at the same time, perhaps I am because of the fact that my memories of home and family probably are deeper than others because of the fact that I’ve spent so much time away from home and, in some cases, in places and in situations where the memories of home were very dear to me.
Even in the worst times, I think we all will remember that Dad had a lot of responsibility. He had his own large family; he had his mother, and after Uncle Albert died, he also had some serious responsibilities with Aunt Ruth’s family. So he had a lot of responsibility and things could get pretty hectic and things could get quite anxious but, through it all, he could take his pipe and his book and escape from the pressures for a few hours.
My view of Dad, as a small boy I guess, probably isn’t unlike any child’s view of their father when they were little. And to me he was all strong, all just, all fair, and sometimes quite severe. But I guess we’ll all remember our father as being someone who was very kind and very firm. He seemed to have an innate sense of fairness.
He must have taken me almost everywhere with him when I was a small boy because I can remember many, many places that we went and incidents. One of them that I remember very clearly was driving into a farm yard and an old white-haired lady came running out of her house, completely grief-stricken, waving her arms in the air and looking at my father and shouting, “Rob is dead! Rob is dead!” This was the time they found Bob Ladd (they called him Rob, I guess) up in the north woods, dead. And, of course, this was Mrs Ladd.
The rest of this transcript is available with more images on the new Crumb Family History pages at RCrumb.com