A weekly-ish blog sharing my series of collages about growing up in the South during the 1950s.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The Fifties was not a time of tolerance toward people who were "different". One little man who hung around downtown all day, wore haphazardly smeared lipstick and dressed in a strange manner. He had a smile for everyone and children were not afraid when he followed them from store to store. Someone in the community felt differently since he was forced to leave town.