Nursing Home, circa 1955

Dad made these photographs in Arkansas at the Old Folks Home owned by my two spinster aunts Ruth and Iva. I don’t know if the place had another name; I certainly don’t ever recall hearing the family refer to it in any other manner.

I’m pictured in the sixth image, talking to the gentleman in the wheelchair. I’ve written elsewhere about the home and my experiences there.

Dad truly cared about everyone he photographed and they all seemed to know it – they just opened up and let him into their lives. Rich and poor, all the same. No matter what your condition in life,  he portrayed you with absolute dignity in much the same way as Dorothea Lange did among the destitute and homeless of The Great Depression.

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