My dear uncle passed away late last year. He was my Dad’s older brother who never married and took care of my grandmother and other uncle until they both passed away. He would visit my parent’s house at every family occasion and at least once a month. He and my Dad had a good relationship and they joked and talked about their past whenever they were together. After my Dad passed away, he visited my Mom occasionally and I made sure to visit him or have him come over to my Mom’s when I was in town visiting. He selflessly took care of his his mother (my grandma) and brother (my uncle) when they could not care for themselves due to strokes and heart problems. He never asked for any help from my Dad and did not want anyone else coming into their house to help out in any way. My Dad never pushed the issue and let my uncle live as he was even after their mother and brother were both gone and my uncle was all by himself in the house.
My cousin and I started to visit my uncle at his house as we became aware of his failing health. He had told us that his blood work has always been abnormal but he never really had it checked out fully. By the time my cousin and I got involved, he finally had more tests done and it was found that he had a terminal blood disease. He tried chemotherapy to slow things down but he had complications which impacted his mobility. My cousin and I hoped to clean up his house enough so we could bring in a nurse to take care of him as he did not want to die in a medical facility. The house was so cluttered even someone fully mobile as myself had a problem walking through the rooms.
It turned out that my uncle had a number of other ailments that were untreated so he declined very quickly and around Thanksgiving decided with the rest of my family to transition him to hospice care. He passed less than a week after that.
When I went back into my uncle’s house for the first time since my early childhood I was shocked at the way my uncle was living. He was not poor and could have lived so much better. He kept himself pretty tidy outside the house so it wasn’t apparent that he was living in such a dirty home. The bathroom was not working to the point where he could take a bath or shower; he only sponge-bathed himself. He and his brother were also hoarders of things. His brother would bring home all kinds of things he found in the trash and he would buy a lot of unnecessary things and stockpile them.
What I learned from this experience is that even if I had to be forceful, I should have pushed my uncle to let me and other family members help him. I think he would have lived a longer if not better life in his old age. I was able to spend more time with him before his death than I had ever spent with him and heard so many stories about his life growing up with my dad and other uncle. I regret not hearing those stories earlier and being able to talk to my Dad about them.
I decided to make a personal photo project to remember these things. My uncle liked different mechanical things and among them collected a few film cameras. I started shooting film after he let me use his Leica M6 and decided to capture images of his house before my brother and I cleaned it all out using my uncle’s old Hasselblad X-Pan II and Agfa APX100. I’m going to post a bunch of the photos here and will take some time to decide which ones I will print.














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Shooting film on an all-manual camera helps me slow down and think about the images I am making instead of chimping after each shot. Also the Leica M6 is small and doesn’t cover much of my face when shooting so it really feels like I’m not behind the camera. Finally I like the excitement of looking at a contact sheet to see what I got and then scanning them.