Sodom 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 understanding of life.

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.

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.

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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