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Laurel Album : Junior |
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“Then I come and stayed with Dellie up here. I
was proud somebody got me. I’d have been dead.
I was about dead anyway when Dellie got me, and I stayed
with her and stayed with her. Her husband died, and
I helped her around up there. Raise backer and corn
and stuff. Garden, get the cow for her. Do them jobs
for her, and I’ll still be with her. When she
drops off, I don’t know what’ll happen then.”
– Simon Peter Norton, Jr.
I
arrived in Madison County, North Carolina, in 1973 with
stereotypes about mountain people. And I am certain
that my new neighbors had equally banal notions about
the people moving into their community. It’s what
humans do.
Published in 2002, Sodom Laurel Album is a book about
family, community and cultural change. It tells the
story of Dellie Norton, an elderly ballad singer and
tobacco farmer; her adopted son Junior; and their rural
community in western North Carolina. Sodom Laurel Album
also tells the story of my own growing involvement with
the community as both observer and participant and,
as such, is a coming of age story. Photographing Junior
was initially part of this larger process of documenting
community and lifestyle. But over time, I began to see
my numerous images of Junior in a new light, as part
of a process of self-discovery that has taken me far
beyond the confines of my suburban upbringing and academic
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My
relationship with Junior is personal and complex. It has
evolved over a twenty-eight year period of time, but since
the beginning, we’ve both known the bond to be special
and unique. “Back out on the porch of Dellie house,
there was a man sketched in the corner by himself, watching
everything that went on around him. ‘My name is
Simon,’ he told me. Sheila said everyone called
him Junior. He was older than me. He had a wad of tobacco
in his mouth and as we shook hands I noticed his hand
didn't close on mine and his arms wouldn't straighten.
His speech was almost unintelligible, and I understood
little of what he was saying. He scared me. Sheila said
he lived with Dellie. ‘What am I doing here?’
I asked myself. I was only much later to learn the answer
to that question.”
Junior as stereotype: illiterate, unwashed, tobacco chewing,
clannish, narrow, unkempt, overall wearing, suspicious,
faceless, blank, monochrome. |
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My
initial impressions and understanding of Junior were
informed by Dellie and other members of her family and
community. He had been living with Dellie for about
twenty-five years at that point. She had informally
adopted him when his father died and his mother gave
Junior and his siblings to different families within
the community. Junior was developmentally disabled and
suffering from malnutrition. His life up to that point
had been spent in a one-room cabin with a dirt floor,
meals of crackers served on paint tin lids, with baths,
when taken, in the neighboring creek. According to Dellie,
“Most people were poor in them days, but they
were poorer than most.” Dellie sent Junior to
school, which he hated and eventually quit; taught him
to work; and generally introduced him to a world that
must have seemed bountiful compared to his early life.
Junior clearly believes she saved his life.
Dellie moved far beyond her culture in many ways - with
her music, her lifestyle, her attitude toward change.
But she was also a product of time and place and her
attitude toward children and people with developmental
disabilities was representative of an old world-view.
She sheltered Junior, kept him close, and generally
discouraged any thoughts he might have toward leaving
and living elsewhere. Dellie was raised in a world where
a person learned to work and make do, or they died.
She had little patience for Junior’s slowness
and lack of interest in learning. She regularly dismissed
his ideas as products of a person who didn’t have
much sense. But Junior had a presence that could not
be denied or ignored which led to more friction between
them as he got older. |
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Most
of us from the outside know Junior is smarter than he
lets on, or than Dellie gave him credit for being. Yes,
he’s illiterate, has a very limited vocabulary and
a very narrow understanding of the world beyond Sodom
Laurel. But he is observant and absorbs what he sees.
He is a great card player. And Junior knows the woods.
He can find ginseng with the best of seng hunters and
he knows the lay of the land and how to move over it.
He claims he can smell snakes before he sees them, and
I have no doubt that he possesses a sensory knowledge
that I can only imagine. And Junior has feelings, goals
and aspirations. He hurts and feels joy like the rest
of us. There are things he wants to do, places he would
like to see.
Junior and I got into an argument once. It involved some
things I said I would do that I didn’t follow through
on. Junior takes everything so literally. But he had trusted
me, counted me as someone who treated him differently,
and I had dismissed him just like everyone else does.
Junior and I always hug each other in greeting and parting.
We embrace and then stand back and look into each other’s
eyes. I might ruffle his hair and he will make a joke
about my baldness. This physical contact is important
for him, for us. One senses he wasn’t held much
as a child and I don’t see him hug members of his
family now. I don’t remember ever seeing he and
Dellie embrace. But he craves the contact. |
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