As I knock at the door of the small house in rural Indiana, a man with a luxuriant, untrimmed silver beard, and dressed in black trousers, waistcoat and white grandfather shirt appears in the small hallway. Beside him is a woman in a long print dress; hair, parted in the middle, is covered by a pleated muslin cap. We stand gazing at each other for a timeless moment; suddenly manners reasserted, we exchange warm handshakes as Lee and Renee welcome me, to their home – and to their world.
This was the first of several visits, and my…
