We have two artsy venues here in our little town (pop. 1200). The Art Space "People's Museum of Art", and the Art Place in the old converted Masonic Hall. Each has a distinct venue and style. The Art Place does hands-on classes, local concerts, pancake breakfasts, hangs shows from the highschool art classes, and so on. The Art Space has a small bistro along side a bona fide art gallery, with surprisingly good exhibits.
Last week the two art space/places combined forces along with the Oregon Cultural and Heritage Commission in presenting a unique opportunity to enjoy the photographic work of Dorothea Lange. A show of a partial collection of her work in Oregon during the Depression has been held over at the Art Space three times now, it is gaining in popularity and appreciation.
Lange was hired by the Farm Security Program, one of FDR's tools to reboot the country from the depression of the time, to focus her lens on the lives of ordinary people. It was a two month long commission. A number of other photographers were involved, in various regions of the country. They produced a total of 200,000 images, including 500 from Dorothea Lange. The collection is housed at the Library of Congress, which you can access on line. Type in Dorothea Lange in Oregon, to view more of her works. They are public domain, you can download and make copies of most of them.
In what was supposed to be a closing of the exhibit here in Bay City, the Art PLACE hosted an afternoon program that featured slides of 27 of Lange's photos, combined with a moving narration of her extensive field notes addressed each particular photograph, accompanied by era related music. It was a moving, informative and delightful hour of going back in time.
The image most associated with Lange's work is this iconic "Migrant Mother", living in a camp of migrant workers in central Oregon. The workers made less than $800 a year (about $11,000 in our coin), following the crops.
The building was a part of my childhood. It used to be a grocery store, for one thing. Mom remembers when the postoffice was in one part of the building. Their dog Wolf accidentally locked himself in little post office overnight one time. Don't you love these kinds of tidbits from the past! Wolf also got locked in the tavern one night - a worldly dog. I understand my dad picked out the window putty, removed the pane, dragged Wolf (a German Shepherd cross - not a small bundle) out, then left a note for Brownie, the tavern owner explaining what happened. Apparently Wolf came to be a tavern regular, scarfing sausages from the guys while they were enjoying their beer! There are more Wolf stories, I need to get them written down. This was all before I was hatched.
You can see the original flooring, lovingly tended.
Although it's hard to choose just one, this is one of my favorite photos of the exhibit. FIELD NOTE: Irrigon, Morrow County, Oregon. Farmer and wife in field, digging sweet potatoes. They have a small irrigated farm on reclaimed land. Northern Oregon. Came from Idaho 1919, and cleared the land from sage brush. Raised 10 children here, 5 now at home. Melons and turkeys are their cash crop. Farmer: "We done everything you see here. We haven't had one cent of this relief money, but we've had to work 24 hours a day to day off. You can, if you'll work."
So many of these people were proud to work their way to a new life, rather than accept what they often viewed as "charity", or a handout from the government."The question is not what you look at, but what you see." Thoreau.
This is another photo I look at every time I'm in the gallery. She reminds me of someone....
The exhibit opened in Portland on Oct.29, the same date Dorothea snapped her last photo and packed up to return to the East. The exhibit came from Portland directly to Bay City. It will be here at the Art Space until May 31, held over once again. It's next showing will be in Forest Grove, in June. Then it may return to the coast later in the year, along with a film on Dorothea. We'll look forward to that.
There you have it. Social life in a small coastal town, from the 40's to the turn of the century!
I knew the name, but wasn't sure why. As I read your entry I realized I did know that name! :) It always impresses me; the moral fiber those folks were made of, the grit and tenacity, the courage and resilience. My heart breaks for those families. Why did all the soil blow off those states? And how did there come to be more? You have to salute them, don't you? Amazing stuff, history.
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