I met the man that was almost my grandfather today. I’d heard that Mr. Joiner and his lovely wife moved to “The Home” (a swanky retirement community where my grandmother lives) sometime last year. Apparently, she “dated” him for a time way, way, way back in the day while attending North Fulton High School in Atlanta. Apparently that romance was nipped in the bud by a one James Aaren McAllister (my late grandfather, who was quite handsome and insistent that she no longer date any other) and this was a good thing too because my mother would have probably been named Gladys Agnes Joiner instead of Rebecca McAllister. (I think she is very lucky for that twist of fate) Not to mention, who knows what I would have ended up looking like. I might of actually been born someone else, or a boy (shudders.)
The Joiners came into my place of business today and I totally had to resist the urge to throw my arms around him and screech “Pappy!” because although I would get it (and find endless humor for the rest of the day) it might be a slight bit inappropriate.
I need to post a photo of my grandpa. Wait, here’s one!
I’ll look for some more to scan. I sure miss him.
