The little fellow in the picture is me. It was taken a few years ago. It’s four generations on my mother’s side and the photo was shot in early 1950 or late 1949.
From right to left is Barbara Elizabeth Stallings, Lucy Inez Stallings Radford, Myra Elaine Radford Johnson(Burchett these days), and me, George Randall Johnson. One of Mama’s sisters is a Barbara. My generation has me named after an uncle, another George(Jr.). The next generation has an Elizabeth, a Lucy, a Myra, and a Randall. The newest line has a Gabriel after my Grandfather.
We’re big on passing names down the line.
Great shot. Love those generational photos.
That’s very cool, Randy. Thanks for sharing it.
I found your website. Your recollections of working at the grocery store are similar to mine except a decade earlier. I well remember riding to Kernersville in the International Truck with Daddy driving, me in the middle, & Grandpa in the passenger seat as he had lost his license previously from his passing out spells. In the late 1960′s they always stopped at the Dinner Bell restaurant on the way to Kernersville for coffee. My recollections from childhood are often strong visual things such as picturing the exact dashboard of the International truck or the dashboard of Grandma’s 57 Chevrolet or the Merry Tiller that Grandma plowed the garden with. Silly yes but memories that mean a lot to me. My kids say I have a mind like a steel trap for long ago phone numbers, addresses for places I lived decades ago. I remember the two men that drove the Sundrop Double Cola truck to deliver to the store. One was a white guy named Mr. Snow & the other was a black man whose name I don’t recall. I remember the train & railroad employees coming in from the depot across the street for a “bottle of pop” and a “moon pie”. I remember delivering groceries with Grandma driving to an older blind lady who lived in a trailer. Several of the older ladies who called in their orders would close with “and don’t forget a can of “Tube Rose” snuff. Do you remember Kermit Smart with overalls & a homemade walking cane who would buy odd things & then go behind the 2nd register to check his purchases & count his change? I believe he was a brother to the guy who ran the Esso station on the corner (Charlie B). I recall a board game that you all had that we used to play (Uncle Wiggly, Skeezix, ????). Not sure what the exact name of the game was. I remember the tree in your front yard (a “monkey cigar” tree). Like I said earlier, odd things for sure. Enough for now as I have probably set a new world record for a reply.
Thanks for dropping in, George. We each have our own memories of interactions with each other. I have those long ago thoughts myself. Odd what we remember isn’t it?
Yes longest comment if you don’t count some of the spam I’ve gotten. Those suckers are very long sometimes.
there is one fellow thast drops in occasionally, though, who will comment on several post one after the other.