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| A statue of Jesus baring the Sacred Heart. |
From page 162 of the book: "...He'd knelt before her, blinded by the miniature plastic statue of Christ above her bed's headboard. It was a robed Christ, standing with one foot protruding from His gown, baring the sacred heart."
Photos courtesy of Deborah Zipoli.
This particular statue, made of plaster, is actually a few inches above a foot high. My father picked it up unpainted in 1961, shortly after my folks moved us into their first own house, on Home Avenue, in Meriden, Conn. My father had a little workshop downstairs in the cellar where he would make wooden figures of characters from the Flintstones or Mickey Mouse, out of some kind of pressed board (using a jigsaw). He painted this statue and it's been in Mom & Dad's household ever since.
I could think of no better image from my past than this statue as a balance to what Joseph Sarjevo sees upon entering the hospital room. Whose heart is not sacred?
