This first picture is of my grandma, Irene Barnard and her Aunt, Mildred. Or so I've been told. Apparently my great-grandma's family were very musical and several of them played the Mandolin. My grandma is the one with the dog.
This photo is also of my grandma, Irene. I love this picture, because even though I didn't meet grandma until a lot later, this picture is a great reminder to me of her spirit.
This fishing picture (probably in some canal in coastal South Georgia, I've been told) features my grandfather, Wilbur Dorsey Joiner in the foreground. Everyone laughs at this picture because it's one of the very few I've ever seen where he still has hair. My grandfather passed away a few years before I was born, so it's so nice to find pictures of what his life was like.
Another cool family story is that my grandma went to work in a shipyard in Savannah during the 1940's as a welder. I like to invision her as a real-life Rosie the Riveter. And, it was during this time that my grandparents met, at the ship yard. This photo has my grandma's handwriting on the back labeling it as: "Dorsey's crew". Look at that TANK!
This is my grandfather's youngest brother, Robert (Bob) Joiner. I believe this was him in uniform during his service in the Korean War. He still lives in Atlanta with his wifa, Sylbra.
This is a picture of my great-grandmother, Granny Barnard. I don't know what her first name was because I only ever heard anyone refer to her as granny. She passed away when I was a child from Alzheimer's so I was so pleased to find with photo of her out for a row-boat ride.
I can't remember who this is, actually. It's someone on my grandma's side. Probably her Mom or Aunt. But I do know this picture was taken in downtown Savannah. The city where many years later, I was born!
This is my grandfather in later years. It's funny to me how much of my Dad I can see now in this picture. And I guess since I see a good bit of my Dad in me... I'm in there somewhere as well.
I LOVE this picture of my dad. I'll have to ask him again about the story behind it, because I've already forgotten. But there's something about him being at his grandma's house and something about that cake. But still.
So this weekend Stephen and I will be off with my parents, Jim and Debbie Joiner, my Aunt and Uncle, Lloyd and Susan Joiner, and Aunt Susan's mom, Betty Wilkins, to meet up with some other family and probably my sister in Stuckey, Georgia. It's a very small town situated near Vidalia (known for it's onions) and some other tiny little places known for having strange names (Alamo, Scotland, Santa Claus, Lumber City...) There we will find a few hundred people, if we're lucky, an old tiny Baptist church, the old Joiner homestead, the graves of my granparents, as well as some other people I'm probably related to somehow. It's the yearly Homecoming Sunday there and I'm looking forward to spending some more time tracing and remembering the roots of our family. Hopefully this rain will finally stop so I can take some pictures. Until then...