To paraphrase Lennon and McCartney, there are places we remember all our lives. Many have changed forever and not for the better. Many have gone forever and only a few remain, often abandoned to their fate along roads we no longer travel. This project has been about documenting those places and preserving their stories and memory before memories are all that are left.
Someone Used to Live Here
Every house was once a home - filled with laughter, the sound of feet running down a hall, the smell of meals cooking in the kitchen…Just because they’re abandoned now doesn’t mean that they don’t have stories to tell, or memories to share.
Houses of the Holy
In 1986 I wandered into a church, a man broken by his own failures, weaknesses, and addictions - and found a place of sanctuary and redemption. A place where I was accepted just as I am. Since then my journey of faith and relationship to the church has certainly had many challenges.
I love the beauty and simplicity of many country churches. And the steeples. For many of these small communities the church represents a place where they come to rejoice, and weep, with people they have a sense of community with. A sense of community that is disappearing as quickly as church attendance is. Several of these are historic buildings. And several are abandoned by congregations that have moved to find work, or simply can’t support them financially.
Country Stores
Long before there were drug stores and convenience stores on every street corner there was the country store. You’d come here to get bread, milk, beer, and cigarettes. Coke Cola and penny candy. Moon pies and salted peanuts. Aspirin and another copy of the newspaper. Men in overalls would stand outside leaning up against trucks and cars and talk about current events. It probably doubled as the Post Office and you went there to use a telephone attached to the wall, where a dime at least got you a private conversation off the party line. They were the hub of the community.
Rosenwald and Tuskegee Schools
With a pandemic many parents are having to ask, "How do we educate our kids without a government system?"
In my journey yesterday I came across several examples of how that used to be done. Which made me curious as to how many "schools" have I photographed while photographing abandoned places? So I've made a compilation. Now I could be wrong about some but I usually look for a building that looks like it could have served this purpose and is on church property, as often church and education went together.
Many are what were known as Rosenwald Schools. These were, according to Stephanie Deutsch, "a Rosenwald School was any of the more than five thousand schools, shops, and teacher homes in the United States that were built primarily for the education of African-American children in the South during the early twentieth century. The project was the product of the partnership of Julius Rosenwald, a Jewish-American clothier who became part-owner and president of Sears, Roebuck, and Company and the African American leader, educator, and philanthropist, Booker T. Washington, who was president of Tuskegee Institute."
Many of these schools have been repurposed as churches or community centers. Two are high schools that their communities no longer support. Several are fading away due to neglect. And that's a shame as, for good or ill, it's a part of our collective history.
If you know something about the building/photograph please contact me so I can update my information.
Six inches of dirt and some rain.
They plant the seed, they raise the livestock, they till the soil, prune the trees and branches, they harvest the crops, they often work 12 - 16 hours a day, and feed us and clothe us. They are one of the backbones of our economy. For many of them this is a family business going back generations. In the pandemic of 2020 they were more important than any media personality, politician or pundit. And they do all this with about half a foot of soil and water. They’re farmers.