Thursday, October 12, 2006

A captivating tribute to Uncle Mike

I thank everyone for their prayers and words of sympathy on the recent death of my Uncle Mike. Here are excerpts from his beautiful obituary which was in yesterday's Washington Post. To view the full text, please go to:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/10/10/AR2006101001323.html
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Michael Gnatek Jr., 72, a leading artist of historical portraits, who also illustrated an infamous Washington Post story about a nonexistent child heroin addict in 1980, died Sept. 28 at Suburban Hospital from complications of multiple myeloma. He lived in Washington until moving early this year to Manor Care at Chevy Chase...

He worked in advertising for many years, first with department stores and later at his agency while polishing a talent for painting portraits of historical figures. Long interested in history, Mr. Gnatek began to accept commissions on historical subjects and in 1975 did four murals for the National Air and Space Museum. He painted a mural on the history of the telephone for Disney World in Florida.

He became a specialist in portraits of military figures and American Indians and found his work in demand by historical societies, private collectors and commercial galleries nationwide. In the early 1990s, he closed his advertising agency, Gnatek Associates, to concentrate on painting.

The family of Gen. George S. Patton commissioned a portrait of the general, and Mr. Gnatek's other subjects included Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, George Armstrong Custer, Sitting Bull and buffalo soldiers of the 19th century.

Each oil or acrylic portrait took Mr. Gnatek four to six months to finish, as he immersed himself in documents and visual records to give each brush stroke historical authenticity. His studio was filled with antique rifles, clothing and saddles, and he sometimes took part in Civil War reenactments...

Mr. Gnatek's experience in the Marines, where he often made on-the-spot sketches of officers, was useful in executing freelance jobs on deadline. In September 1980, Mr. Gnatek was assigned by The Post to make a drawing to accompany "Jimmy's World," a story about an 8-year-old heroin addict by then-Washington Post reporter Janet Cooke...

The story, which ran Sept. 28, 1980, created an immediate sensation, as lawmakers called for prosecution of drug dealers preying on the young, and D.C. Mayor Marion Barry ordered hundreds of police officers and social workers to search the city for "Jimmy." Part of the story's impact came from Mr. Gnatek's grim, memorable portrait, described in a 1981 article by Washington Post ombudsman Bill Green: "It shows a young man, his face twisted in a half-smile, huge eyes watching, his slender arm gripped by a huge fist as a needle is injected."

Cooke's story was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for feature writing in 1981 but was soon exposed as a hoax. Admitting that "Jimmy" did not exist, she resigned under pressure, and The Post returned her Pulitzer. "My father said he was as shocked as anyone," said Mr. Gnatek's son Michael. "He was completely convinced that she had met 'Jimmy' or somebody like him."

Mr. Gnatek was a member of the Society of American Historical Artists and the Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church in Washington. His wife of 34 years, Mary Shaffer Gnatek, died in 1999. Survivors include three children, Michael Gnatek of Leesburg, George Gnatek of Washington and Mary Gnatek Harper of Kensington; four brothers; two sisters; and five grandchildren.

6 Comments:

At 1:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can you explain the Annointing of the Sick?

 
At 2:15 PM, Anonymous searching for holiness said...

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At 7:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

How do you know so much as a convert esp. the Latin?

 
At 8:26 PM, Anonymous Searching For Holiness said...

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At 2:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was born and raised Baptist, and I entered the Catholic Church on Easter Sunday 1977. I love the Church and would never leave her, but I still miss those hymns I sang as a child and as a young teenager.
About 4 years ago I presided over a weekly communion service in a nursing home. I and several ladies came in to conduct the service. One of those ladies was herself a former Baptist, and she always played the piano. About half of the nursing home residents who attended this communion service were not Catholic, but they showed up week after week anyhow. So prior to the communion service itself, we started having a sing along of old Protestant hymns. The nursing home residents - both Protestant and Catholic - loved it, as did the three of us who came in to conduct the communion service.
Sometimes you just can't beat harmonizing to "In the Garden." And when I'm low, I often find myself pulling down from my bookshelf at home an old battered hymnal my Baptist grandmother gave me, and I'll leaf through it finding some wonderful hymns that console me.

 
At 2:11 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't give up on Catholic hymns; they can also be quite powerful and console. Our previous parish in the South had incredible and inspiring music, with full, active, and consicous participation by the congregation. One Triduum was especially amazing.

Now, how do we get that to happen at St Andrews?

 

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