This is not the kind of home I grew up in.
It looks like something on a farm, in the South.
It looks like a plantation; that’s one word I can ascribe to it.
There’s one musician, the older man, and a very strange vehicle outside.
He appears to be playing some popular songs.
I’m much more interested in classical; this feels like it’s really not my thing.
It could be a school, actually.
Children might have brought food, something canned or a carton of milk.
Could be a music school.
Perhaps a mother is bringing her child to a teacher.
If it’s a school, there should be more people.
I come from Brooklyn, and there, there’s no limit to the number of people who go to a building like this.
I should think the boy is a student and maybe come for a music lesson.
Maybe he was brought there by his mother.
Doesn’t look like he has a happy face.
I guess he would be happier if he had more young children to play with.
He just doesn’t look very happy.
Usually, you think of children being together, learning something together.
Here, he seems alone, not knowing what to expect.
This is not the background I came from.
It’s hard to see what’s outside—there’s a drape on the door, and an animal.
I think it’s Southern, a Southern plantation, where they don’t have many people.
Can you imagine growing up on a plantation?
In Brooklyn, you walk to school, and here, I imagine they come by carriage.
It’s hard to imagine what sort of school.
They don’t come carrying an instrument, but the teacher is there to teach.
They boy doesn’t seem very happy at the prospect of being the only schoolchild.
I think it’s summer or fall; there are still leaves on the trees.
It’s hard to tell what’s outside.
There are some trees, and a road the carriage comes in on.
It seems like the boy has come to a new atmosphere that’s different than his years of growing up.
It’s very difficult to imagine something so different from your own background.
I didn’t ride in a car for many, many years—until I was an adult.
I come from an area that’s inhabited by many people coming from another country and not knowing what to expect about the life that they’ll lead.
Created at the Freda Mohr Sr. Center
Jewish Family Service, Los ANg