When I was a very small boy, my family made a yearly trip to visit my two spinster aunts Ruth and Iva in Hot Springs, Arkansas. They ran an Old Folk’s Home (at least, that is what we called it back then) in a large house in town and owned a massive old two story mansion on 108 acres in the piney hills several miles out. We stayed at the mansion but always stopped first at the Old Folk’s Home, and as I remember it, we would make the round and visit every resident. It is odd, but I do not recall ever seeing another visitor, although the younger lady in the seventh photograph might be the older man’s daughter. My father photographed this essay of the residents in the mid to late ’50’s. They treated me like a friend and I know we brightened their days.