Lost and Found: Photographer Bronson Dorsey Rediscovers the Forgotten Places of Texas
In the summer of 2009, Bronson Dorsey went on a photo camping trip to Big Bend Ranch State Park in West Texas. Driving back to his Austin home, the retired architect came across a few abandoned buildings on the side of the road and felt compelled to stop for an hour and snap a few shots. It occurred to him as he returned to the road that these represented a minuscule fraction of the number of similarly neglected or forgotten structures scattered across his home state, including the ones he drove past throughout his upbringing in Bay City and Fort Worth.
Thus began an eight-year endeavor spanning thousands of miles, through Texas’ small towns and down its dustiest, loneliest roads. Dorsey photographed hundreds of buildings ravaged by time or adapted for new uses and diligently researched their pasts, posting his findings on his blog. Now, some of those photos and accompanying stories are collected in his new book Lost, Texas: Photographs of Forgotten Buildings, published last May. We spoke with Dorsey to learn more about the genesis of the project, the insights he gained along the way, and the historic preservation movement in Texas.
(This interview has been edited for length and clarity.)
Your book was a long time in the making. Did you have a sense of the scope of the project you were undertaking when you began it, or did it evolve into something larger over time?
It was very much an evolutionary process. It really started as just a photographic project. Then somebody suggested that it might make a good book, and that intrigued me, but also scared me. It’s a pretty daunting idea, to think of doing a book of any kind. I decided to start a blog and begin researching the buildings and writing a little about them, learning more about the history of not only the buildings, but the towns they were in. That was in 2011, and I finally got in front of the Texas A&M Press roughly two years ago. It had a long gestation period.
I wasn’t on the road all the time. I would research, find buildings, go out and photograph them, post a blog, and do it again—until I went to work on a project out in West Texas. I was by myself, so I’d hop in the car on Friday after work, and head out into the wilds of West Texas and the Texas Panhandle. When I’d get to places, I’d find things serendipitously too, just driving down an old country road and following my nose, so to speak.
How did you go about uncovering and unraveling the stories of these buildings?
There’s been a publication since the 1950s called the Handbook of Texas, and as a kid growing up, we always had it in the house. Now it’s on the internet and it was one of the first places I would go because there’s almost nothing about the state of Texas that you cannot find on that website.
Then I would dig further on the internet for county historical records and such. When that didn’t prove fruitful, I tried to find someone with the local historical association or anybody that might have old local lore. Fortunately, there are genealogical records on the web, so if I had a last name and a location and approximate date, I could go in and trace somebody back.
Another interesting source of information was old Sanborn insurance maps. Sanborn was a company that would map out towns for insurance purposes and show where the buildings were and what they were constructed out of. I could frequently see the time period when a building started showing up because the maps were done every couple of years. The maps wouldn’t say who owned [the building], but they would say “hardware store” or “dry goods store” or something like that. These were mostly buildings built in the 1910s through the ‘30s that I was looking for.
What’s the one place or story that stood out to you most?
Palestine is a small town in East Texas, now [with a] population of around 20,000. The Great Northern Railroad came through the area in the 1880s and established Palestine as a regional hub of operations. They built yards in addition to passenger and freight depots, and consequently employed a lot of people. In the 1890s, they built their first hospital there, a frame building. Then around 1920, they built a new brick building (pictured at top)—three stories with true patient rooms and operating rooms—and next door built a residence for the nurses.
I was photographing [the brick building], standing with my back to the street and my eyes glued to my camera, when I heard a car pull up. I turned around, the window rolled down, and there was an elderly woman in the car. She asked what I was doing and I told her why I was photographing. She said, “Well, this building is really an important place for my family.”
Her brother was injured while working for the railroad. My guess is this would’ve been in the 1940s or 1950s. They brought him here to be looked at, and he had a pretty serious leg injury. At that time, African Americans weren’t allowed in the hospital, so they operated on him on the back porch, saving his leg and saving his life. And she said, “We’ve always had a very loving, warm feeling about this building and the doctors who worked here.”That was a stunning story on its own, but it really resonated with me. You look at the building and think about the time period it was built, and how many lives it probably did impact. Because working on the railroad, whether you were in the yard or out working on the rail somewhere, was dangerous. Back when they started expanding these railroads, you’d get 100 miles away from any city, and you’d be lucky if you found a doctor within an hour’s horseback ride that could come take care of you.
What were your impressions of the Rosenwald Schools you saw?
I became aware of the Rosenwald school program before I came across one in my travels. I thought it was fascinating, the whole concept of why Julius Rosenwald wanted to help build schools throughout the South. I was able to find three to include in the book. There were two others I found that were in such disrepair that it was almost impossible to tell what they had been. But that whole program was such an incredible resource for helping African American families and communities provide their kids with an education. It was very heartening to read about his philanthropy, the processes they went through to select recipients of the funds, and these beautiful prototype buildings.
Rosenwald had around 12 different prototypes, all the way from a one-room to an eight-classroom with or without an auditorium, gymnasium, and housing for faculty. When a community would be awarded a grant, the Rosenwald Foundation would provide the materials, and the town would have to provide the site and the labor. It was an expedient way for non-professional builders to build a school for their kids, with a predictable look and all the pieces arriving, more or less in kit form.
Every building you see in the book, every abandoned building you see along a road, was an embodiment at some time of somebody’s hopes and dreams, and their desire for a better life.
When reading your book, it’s hard not to feel the weight of the loss of all of these buildings and the history they represent. How reflective is this of the state of historic preservation in Texas? Are there any things that need to change?
Historic preservation in Texas is as robust as you would find in most parts of the country, thanks in no small part to the National Trust. I would say it largely takes place in the bigger cities—Dallas-Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, San Antonio—and as you get into the smaller towns, you’ll see some [preservation] that has been done but it occurs less often.
There are a lot of much smaller towns where there’s nothing left to restore, or there’s no economic incentive to do it. And in some cases it’s too expensive to tear down, so it just sits there and declines slowly. But I was encouraged as I drove around that people are starting to see the value of these old buildings and find that it’s less expensive to take an old building’s shell and put a new infrastructure inside than it is to build something from scratch.
The Texas Historical Commission has done a good job of helping communities identify old buildings, determine what their previous lives were, and awarding them a medallion to recognize the building. People knowing the history of what some of these buildings were helps as an incentive for some people to choose those buildings to restore or repurpose.
How did process of writing and researching book change your view of Texas?
A couple things really struck me. One was how this state—and it’s no different than most other states— was almost entirely settled by immigrants, whether they were from a foreign country or the East Coast of the U.S. or St. Louis.
The second thing was that in spite of the fact that there were abundant resources when they came here—the forests of East Texas, stone in Central Texas, lots of building materials available with easy access—these were tough people who really had to work hard just to subsist, and the fact that they did and raised families and built farms and towns is a real testament to [their character].
Then there was the dynamic role the railroad company played in building towns across the state after the Civil War and Reconstruction. The state was giving vast amounts of land to railroads as an incentive to lay their rails and help develop the places further away from the cities. Over time, this amounted to something like 34 million acres of land, far more than the railroads needed. Many of the towns prospered, but when the railroad companies left starting in the 1950s, when automobile and air travel started having a dramatic impact, it had a devastating effect on a lot of smaller towns and caused them to fold.
What do you want your readers to take away from your book?
I hope they will take time to think about the people who settled their state, wherever they live. About the importance of the small towns as the economies of a state grew, the toughness of the people who left more populous places to come [there], and the fact that every building you see in the book, every abandoned building you see along a road, was an embodiment at some time of somebody’s hopes and dreams, and their desire for a better life. And the remnants of these old towns, I hope, remind people of where they came from or their families came from, and that those places are worthy of being stabilized and preserved.