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Madje Has Dementia by Maggie Steber

Maggie Steber’s images speak to the pain of loss:

 

Maggie Steber was an only child. Madje Steber was a single parent. All they had was each other, an incomplete family, and it wasn't easy. Madje divorced when Maggie was only six months old. Strong and independent, Madje raised her daughter in Austin, Texas. Madje grew up in the small Texas town of Electra, near the Oklahoma border. She had a keen awareness of what others might be thinking of a young single mother at a time when that was often viewed as a scarlet letter. Their tiny house had strict rules and a formality that rubbed Maggie the wrong way, especially during her teenage years. Their relationship was strained with arguments and threats to move out. At the age of twenty-one, Maggie finally did. (Thanh Tung)


"While I went to NYC to seek my fortune, I visited Madje often and as she began to lose her memory but refuse to move to Miami where I lived, I flew to Austin for one week every month for 4 years to try to take care of her and keep her in her house. - I went well out of my way to serve her needs until she simply could not longer be safe in her home."


That fortune was as an internationally acclaimed photojournalist. She covered everything from fashion to war and completed stories in 62 different countries. She worked routinely for National Geographic, was the Director of Photography for the Miami Herald and taught at various universities and workshops. 
As the years passed and Madje grew older, her memory began to fade. Maggie tried to help, but her busy career kept her away from Texas. She was only was able to visit a few times a year. To this day, Maggie wonders if she did enough for her aging mother. Eventually, it became apparent, Madje had dementia. The disease proved relentless and Madje could not live alone anymore. Maggie was faced with an issue that more and more Americans must deal with as the massive baby-boomer population grows older. Maggie moved her mother to Miami to care for her. "This is my last chance to do it right," Maggie says.


Over the next few years, Maggie turned her professional eye on her own life, documenting Madje's life in an assisted living facility. The images speak to the pain of loss, the complexities of a mother-daughter relationship and the fragility of life. They reveal beauty in a liberation from the roles Maggie and Madje had learned to play as mother and daughter. They speak to both the harsh and humorous realities of life with a diminished parent and contain lessons for all of us as we face these issues in our own lives.


"This body of work is the most important one I have ever done," says Maggie, "and will ever do. It's Madje's story, but really and truly, it's my story."

After a rain

Madje goes outside and stops at a puddle to stare for a long time. The puddle only had a few palm trees reflected at the sides and the rest was empty. It made me think her memory must be like this. In many ways because of dementia, she is part of that reflection, not quite here in the real world, not quite there in her own reflections.

Portrait of Madje (sitting on a stool)

Madje sits for a portrait in the home of her daughter, Maggie Steber, during a weekend visit.

Madje Has Dementia

Everyone says the tie that binds us is love or blood but I think it is memory. 

For nine years I cared for my mother Madje as she set sail on the melancholic voyage of memory loss. A scientist who did research and wrote important papers, she was strong-willed, simultaneously logical and eccentric, tough but generous, practical, wasted nothing and counted every dollar. She raised me  after divorcing my father when I was a baby. The accumulated events of her life, some of which I could only guess at, created a brilliant but complicated woman who became an eccentric recluse with age. After struggling to keep her in her home in Texas, I moved her to Miami.

We had one blissful year before she began to wander and I had to move her. I looked at 50 places. One was a lock-down facility that had been recommended.  After the tour, I ran to my car and wept. Finally I found an odd but welcoming place where a simple code could get you in and out the door. The caregivers were wild Cuban and Romanian women of great heart. Becoming like sisters to me and daughters to my mother, these women spoiled Madje rotten and surrounded us with love as my mother suffered episodes of anger, bliss, wandering, biting, scratching, kicking and screaming. She suffered physical and mental decline after two falls and subsequent hip surgeries. We always fell into the safety net of love from these caregivers.

I photographed my mother to save myself from the heartbreak of being forgotten. I showed her the photographs. To her, they were like postcards from distant lands. Recollection was thrown daily into the sea we crossed on this last voyage. It sounds cold, loveless in fact, but in some ways, dementia gave me the mother I always wanted. Madje changed as her brain withered and became more reasonable, childlike and kinder, even sexy. While she struggled with losing the core of her being, the worry fell from her face. She glowed. She was beautiful.

For the first time, I was able to look past my mother and see Madje, the real Madje as a person separate from me. The mother-daughter dynamics of contention disappeared. Dementia, that thief of self, allowed walls to tumble. Long-hidden secrets burst forth and I finally understood events that might have befallen my mother as a child and the ferocity that grew out of them. 

Dementia gave the gift of a last chance to love. 

Toward the end we would lie on her big bed by the open window, a sigh of wind blowing the lace curtains over us. Madje died in my arms one week after her 89th birthday. As a last act before her cremation, I braided her long hair and cut the braids, giving one to each of her caregivers. When I miss her the most, I smell the braid I kept for myself.  It smells like Madje. 

Maggie Steber

"Over a lifetime we accumulate experiences that end up being like wallpaper in a house where our subconscious resides. While the photographs I take are not of me nor of my direct life, they are part of me because they show the human experience And that’s what interests me more than anything. I try to make photographs that look and feel like family photos because I try to make my subjects my family. Having grown up alone, raised by an eccentric brilliant scientist mother, my photos are the way I create a larger family and show their experiences.  While I admire them from afar, I try very hard not to be influenced by trends or opinions. I just try to make honest photographs."

——Maggie Steber

Madje dies

Caregivers from her assisted living home gather around Madje Steber who died earlier that morning. Her daughter and a nurse washed her and dressed her, coming her long hair out and putting roses around her. This was her funeral before the cremation home came for her body.

About

Maggie Steber is a Guggenheim Grant Fellow and documentary photographer who has worked in 70 countries photographing stories concerning the human condition. She is a contributing photographer to National Geographic Magazine. In 2013 Steber was named as one of eleven Women of Vision by National Geographic Magazine. Besides her documentary work, her ongoing personal project is The Secret Garden of Lily LaPalma, supported by a generous two-year grant from the Guggenheim Foundation.

Her honors include Joseph A. Sprague Memorial Award in 2020 for commitment to the craft of visual journalism that advances the profession, the Pulitzer Prize Finalist 2019, the Lucie Award for Photojournalism 2019, the Leica Medal of Excellence, World Press Photo Foundation and Pictures of the Year Awards, the Medal of Honor for Distinguished Service to Journalism from the University of Missouri, the Alicia Patterson Grant, the Ernst Haas Grant, and a Knight Foundation Grant. Steber has worked in the small nation of Haiti for 30 years.

Aperture published her monograph on Haiti entitled DANCING ON FIRE. Her work is exhibited in dozens of festivals and galleries throughout the United States and overseas,  Her photographs are included in the American Women Collection at the Library of Congress, the Guggenheim Foundation, and the Richter Library and many private collections. She is affiliated with VII Photo Agency and the National Foundation for Young Arts. She lives in Miami, Florida.

At the 17th Annual Lucie Awards, Emeritus Member Maggie Steber was honored with a Lucie Award for her achievement in photojournalism at Carnegie Hall in New York City. The Lucie Awards is the premiere annual event honoring the greatest achievements in photography and is the signature program of the Lucie Foundation.

Press / Publications (Selection)

Audacity of Beauty
Being Reborn Through Photography, National Geographic Magazine
Women of Vision, National Geographic Magazine
Making Pictures In All Corners Of The World, NPR
Maggie Steber's best photograph: Hunger Overcomes Fear, The Guardian
Rite of Passage, Mediastorm
Madje Has Dementia, AARP Bulletin
No End of Trouble. Ever, New York Times
A Culture in Jeopardy, Too, New York Times
Scenes from a Ruined Boulevard, Haiti, New York Times
SLEEP, National Geographic Magazine

 

Honors & Awards

2019  Lucie Award Honoree: Achievement in Photojournalism

2019  Pulitzer Prize Finalist for The Story of a Face, National Geographic Magazine

2019  The Photographer’s Photographer Award from National Geographic Magazine

2019  The President’s Award from the Overseas Press Club

2017-2018 Guggenheim Foundation Fellow

2015  National Geographic Magazine Woman of  Vision

2007  Knight Foundation grant for New American Newspaper Project

2003  Medal of Honor for Contribution to Journalism, University of Missouri

2001  Pulitzer Prize for Miami Herald coverage of Elian Gonzalez story

1987  First Prize Spot News World Press Photo Foundation for Haiti

1988  The Leica Medal of Excellence.Norwegian

1988  Olivier Rebbot Award from the Overseas Press Club

1988  Recipient Alicia Patterson Foundation Grant

1987  Recipient Ernst Haas Photography Grant


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