In 1963 I went on a trip thru the Deep South with a neighborhood family to help watch the children I was 14 years old and had grown up in a segregrated small town in Ohio. I took my little Brownie camera with me. For the first time I saw scenes like this as we traveled. I came home a change person. I grew up alot that summer, when school began that fall I remember taking a stand in my history class for civil rights. I was no long the little girl from a small town in Ohio, I had witnessed the unequality of the Deep South. I was no longer a child.

Dave;
It is a good thing that we as Americans have moved away from the horse and buggy mindset of idiots like you

[Ms. Palin, perhaps you're a bit confused about who is posting what. Either that, or this is a dig at Sarah Palin? I think I get it. - Dave]

Separate but equal was rarely equal.

I wonder if there is a near identical drinking fountain on the opposite side of the lawn for whites. This fountain is well made and mounted on a cement base. Was this the former white fountain which has now been downgraded after the installation of a new cooled water fountain indoors?

[If it is, it wouldn't be very equal. - Dave]

This image brought to mind the powerful lyrics of Strange Fruit, sung by Billie Holiday:

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

This has disappeared into history for most people, but I remember it quite vividly. We still had two water fountains and four toilets in North Carolina in the late 1950s.