There was nobody quite like cousin Art. Ma cooked and did housekeeping for this kind-hearted bachelor for 25 years. I captured this picture of him playing his button accordion on a blustery, cool South Dakota day in 1952. Sometimes he played the piano and a harmonica at the same time, supporting the harmonica in some sort of metal brace worn around his neck. A lighted cigarette was always nearby. Ma's spoon collection hangs on the wall and her geraniums, planted in pots made from red, two-pound, Prince Albert tobacco cans, rest on the window sill and piano. Art wore two pair of overalls on this particular day -- the newer pair underneath.