Author Archives: joinerscorner

A nurse informed us that the triplets would soon be arriving.  As our family hastened down the hallway toward the double doors marked “DELIVERY” out came our firstborn. “Boy or girl?” I blurted out. “Boy, but not your boy,” said … Continue reading →

As days passed, we grew more accustomed to our news.  I remained genuinely delighted that we were having triplets.  There was, however, something that concerned me, something that I did not feel I could or should discuss with Jane.  She … Continue reading →

I’m not very good at keeping up with birthdays, but it’s easy to remember when our children were born.  A struggling stork landed in Warner Robins with Erin, Seth, and Carrie on December 22, 1978.  That was forty years ago, … Continue reading →

Author:  John Bonner, 1915-2004 When I was a child I heard many Christmas stories and watched varied kinds of Christmas programs.  Every year our church presented a pageant and the offering taken at that service was used for local benevolences. … Continue reading →

Mr. John Bonner was born May 10, 1915.  He died May 12, 2004, two days after his 89th birthday.  He was 60 and silver haired when I first met him in 1975.  For almost thirty years I saw him on … Continue reading →

Jane and I went to Macon in November of 2018 to see country music legend Willie Nelson.  Attending concerts of big-name musicians are a bit out of our regular routine.  I had not been to one since college days in … Continue reading →

A July 2018 fire in Unadilla gutted what many remember as Hamrick Furniture and Appliance.  As a young man Mr. Harry Hamrick joined his father in the family business on Front Street.  Mr. Harry owned and ran it for 68 … Continue reading →

There’s an old saying to “Never judge a book by its cover.”  It’s sometimes hard for me to follow that sage advice, but it always comes to mind when I see John David Law. I was 15 when I first … Continue reading →

Sandra Wiley invited me to be a guest speaker for some writing classes that she teaches at Fullington Academy.  Knowing that would look good on my resume, I gladly obliged.  The older students realized I was telling them more than … Continue reading →

During my early childhood the cotton on our farm, as well as that of our neighbors, was harvested by hand.  I picked a little cotton, but not enough to pretend that the hot work shaped my outlook on life.  It … Continue reading →