Author Archives: joinerscorner

While sweeping the floor of our farm shop one October morning, I was fondly reminded of the late Julius Bembry. Enough dirt had accumulated under my watch to start a small garden. That never happened when Julius was around. Sweeping … Continue reading →

My little John Deere kept throwing hints I should get two detachable forks for its front-end loader. Pursuing that grand idea led us to Rusty’s Welding. Rusty called later to ask if the engine had been shutting off unexpectedly. It … Continue reading →

Last week’s column was about a recent visit to an assisted living facility. I played piano as Ramona Giles led the residents in singing. She picked old hymns, beginning with “Victory in Jesus” followed by “Because He Lives.” I was … Continue reading →

Decades ago at the Sunbelt Expo someone was handing out coin-sized mementos that were similar to lunchroom tokens. It took a moment to digest the clever imprint – TUIT.     Today I am sorely in need of a round TUIT. My … Continue reading →

It’s probably an operator error but somehow I posted a single letter “A” for the column. The full column “A State of Disrepair” is on the website but WordPress doesn’t have an option to resend it. Thanks for your patience. … Continue reading →

Julius Bembry worked with my father for over 50 years. He excelled at operating farm equipment, always listening and watching for anything that needed attention. He was also talented at keeping things running, both through regular maintenance and ongoing repairs. … Continue reading →

Ellen, my wife’s sister, was left some personal effects by a cousin, Suzy Smith. Suzy’s father, Frank Smith, graduated from Thomasville High in 1930. His annual was given to THS, but some letters from a class reunion need a home. … Continue reading →

Donna Kinard, Sandra Wiley, and I met in PInehurst to visit their 101-year-old friend Lucille Welch. Her spryness greatly exceeded my expectations. She reminded me we had met during her brief stay at High Cotton Homes, an assisted living facility. … Continue reading →

An older gentleman recently asked if I’d had any experience with signs, not those on roadsides but ones from above. His wife died last spring. Sometimes he wonders if she’s touching base. In 2005 the couple planted a bed of … Continue reading →

“Oh no Brother Ben. Shot at a rooster and killed a hen.” Bettye Sangster Herrington remembers someone in her Dooly County family making a hefty sigh when something went awry then reciting that little rhyme. It caught my attention as … Continue reading →