Macon is a small town in upper northeast Missouri. Close attention shows the gentleman with the officer to have his hand on the patrolman’s gun. The car would likely make this a photograph from the 1930s. Didn’t find much online about the Swansson Drug Store other than this link to a bottle label from that era. Did you know that the famous Elko print was from a store in Kansas City, Missouri? In the 1967 film adaptation of Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood, the killers purchase a movie camera from an Elko Camera Store. This print was found in a thrift store in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
Yesterday, I was at a thrift market in Prairie Grove, Arkansas and purchased several old photographs. The lady behind the counter made a comment on the photographs being so interesting and how it is a shame that someone would just throw them out or let them go. I agreed. Being a photographer, I have a love and respect for all things old or documentary. But here was my story that I relayed to her.
Back 6 or 7 year ago, my Father had a stroke and was paralyzed. He had all of the family movies and photographs. Long story short…his second wife abandoned him in a nursing home, faked power of attorney with her lunatic neighbor friend, stole everything he had, claimed he was abusive and then, after his passing, spent the next year trying to have a life insurance claim reversed in her favor. She lost that case. She left the state quickly after (the smartest thing she ever did) and was never seen again. She took everything. All our family memories, keepsakes and such were probably pawned or thrown away. Some people are just fucking evil. Pardon my French but this is a very personal subject for me. I despise borderlines, sociopaths, narcissists, histrionics, psychopaths, liars, thieves…whatever you want to call them. I don’t have any sympathy for these horrible people or those who enable them. And this happens so much in our country now, it is having a irreversible effect on our society as a whole.
So, the next time you see a photograph left in a thrift market…remember, someone probably wanted those keepsakes. Maybe.
Detroit, Michigan. The back has the date May 30, 1949 (*)sle. The asterisk is a tear and not legible but an educated guess would be Belle Isle (a Detroit City Park). Found in a thrift market in Prairie Grove, Arkansas.
Located in Marion County, Indiana. According to internet sources, years of operation were 1930-1955. Looks to be late 1930s or early 1940s. No information provided on back. Found in a thrift shop in Fayetteville, Arkansas.
A Polaroid of some kind. Looks more like the Spectra version but I’m not enough of an aficionado in those matters. Never had a bite from a rattlesnake or a cottonmouth but I’ve been on the receiving end of several copperhead bites. They say the rattlers make you down right sick. Hope I never find out. Date unknown. Found in a thrift store in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
Although I think a majority of people were descent folks and thought they were doing the right thing, it still breaks your heart to see images from the past where very powerful people wanted to erase the native peoples culture and roots. Never was much for religion myself. 35mm slide. 1960s. Found in a junk shop in Summers, Arkansas.
The light leaks, fading and overall look of the slide makes this incredibly surreal. The unfinished building adds to the sense of anxiety. Somewhere out West. No other information available at this time. 35mm slide. 1960s. Found in a junk shop in Summers, Arkansas.
Jim Firestone, Doyle, Loyd, Grandpa & Daddy. (Taken in Washington). By the looks of this print, it may be a reprint from a negative or a photographic replication. Why do I say this? The Kodak Electronic Imaging paper stamp on the back. Pretty sure that was a paper that came much later than the original photograph. Date Unknown. Not the most interesting image but it was in a sealed plastic bag with others so it was scanned as well. Found in a thrift market in Springdale, Arkansas.