Mr. Pinski's house, Scottdale, Pa
This house was at the end of a long lane near the place where I grew up. In the fifties, an old man with one arm named John Pinski lived there by himself. He was able to garden and take care of himself, alone in this small house in a clearing in the woods. When we were little we liked to play "Mr. Pinski" by putting one arm inside our shirts so it couldn't be seen. His house was very secluded and was bordered by a wide curve of the river. (Jacob's Creek) One night my Dad heard him yelling and walked back the lane to see what was wrong. He said he was just "airing his lungs out." After Mr. Pinski died, the house sat empty for the rest of it's existence. The local Boy Scouts had use of the property for camping in the summer. The black & white shot is taken in the sixties when I was in high school and it stood empty. When my Dad died in 1989, I was home and walked back there and discovered that the place had burned to the ground leaving this stone foundation and chimneys.