We Now Have Complete Confidence in the New Generation
March for Our Lives, Washington DC, March 24, 2018.
March for Our Lives, Washington DC, March 24, 2018.
Houck's Gin, Cameron, S.C., dismantled February, 2018 All prima facie evidence of my family’s agriculture history is now gone. My grandfather, Bernard “B.C.” McCollough Houck, was one of eleven children. Born in 1900, he died as a young man at the age of 52. I barely remember him; I called him “Mr. C.”; I would have been two. The impressionable occasion was when he took me to the carnival rides at the Waynesville Township High…
When my mother passed away in 2012, she wanted to be "taken home" and buried in the Houck Family plot of the Mt. Lebanon Cemetery in Cameron, S.C. The cemetery is on the edge of a field, and depending on the year of crop rotation, the field could either be in cotton, peanuts, or soy beans. This year it was cotton. It was also cotton a few years ago when we first began to photograph…
Craddock Morris, Sr. has always been a newspaper man; he has known no other life since he joined his father's Calhoun Times (St. Matthews, South Carolina, Calhoun County) at the age of 23 in 1955 to make it a two man paper. Morris graduated from Citadel College in 1950 and fulfilled his obligatory military service in Japan with the U.S. Army. He joined his dad at the Times the day after he was discharged. Craddock,…
This November, Barbara Gragg will have run the honey stand on U.S. 221 between the Grandfather Mountain entrance and the Blue Ridge Parkway for 60 years. Fifty-five of those years were with her husband, Floyd, whom I first became acquainted with years ago when I would see him playing his banjo at the honey stand to draw in and entertain tourists. “Floyd passed away in four years ago,” Barbara says. “I used to play the…
One afternoon this week, I opened the front door of our 1800’s log home (our previous full time residence) in Old Salem and to my surprise found an arranged bouquet of freshly cut zinnia’s on our granite front steps. Totally unexpected, no predisposing circumstances or situation to our knowledge which would have precipitated such a generous act. There was no note. We were saturated with a sense of wonder as to who may have left…
I have a love affair with country ham and THE guy who wraps it. It is no secret that one of my favorite destinations of all times is Ronnie's Country Store in Winston-Salem, N.C. When I moved to town in the late 70's, the store was known as "W.G. White and Company" – founded in 1925. In 1994, Ronnie Horton bought the store from the White family; but the county health department came down hard…
Since I have been documenting organic farmers and farming, I have been searching for and cataloguing common denominators that characterize this special breed of growers. I had the opportunity this week to visit with Cheryl Ferguson and Ray Tuegel, owners of Plum Granny Farm. In only a moment of a conversation, Cheryl exclaimed “And over there…” Who but an entrepreneur would be excited about “over there” and how it would fulfill a vision for what…
Deconstructing a childhood stamp collection … An emotional journey to the past When my mom and dad passed away in 2012 and 2013 respectfully, the task of “cleaning out” and “settling up” HOME in Waynesville, NC became forefront in my and my sister’s lives.’ My tangible personal connections to HOME changed when I moved out of the house in 1978 as a young adult to become a permanent resident of Winston-Salem, NC. While I took…
For the convenience of those readers who struggle with the metaphorical language of other artists when they write statements requiring a close-read i.e word-for-word', then pause, then again, read word-for-word; I have tried to make it easy. Simply, this is "Who I Am". Enjoy! Here is another great example, one for Mary Presson Roberts, an emerging fine art photographer, educator, and published author.