Bibb County GaArchives Photo Person.....Poynter, Bobby & John 
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John P. Poynter JohnPPoynter@email.msn.com February 10, 2010, 9:01 am

Source:             John Poynter
Name:               Bobby & John Poynter
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The place is 894 Sunnydale Drive, Macon, Bibb, GA, near Walnut Creek, very 
near the Ocmulgee Indian Mounds.  The date is sometime during the summer of 
1946.  A photographer was going through the neighborhood, and taking 
pictures of children, as you can see. 
 
The lady in the background is Mamie Wilder, who died not long after 1970. 
She took very good care of my mother when my mother was a child, and took 
care of us also when we were children, and was still there when I brought my 
wife to see her with our first child in 1970, though she was very old and 
blind.  She said she was over 100 years old.  If she wasn't, she was very close 
to it. 
The gentleman on the horse with the dark hair is my older brother, Bobby. 
He was born in England on June 8, 1944, two days after D-Day.  The Nazi's were 
still lobbing V2 rockets at London, and Mom said one fell two blocks from their 
home in Slough, 
Buckinghamshire, as he was being born.  He no longer lives in Georgia, nor do 
I. 
Bobby has a multitude of children, and a bazillion grandkids. 

The one on the horse with light hair is me.  I remember that day.  It was 
very hot, and the bumblebees were mumbling around in the lobelia.  If you 
looked carefully, you could see a hummingbird or two whizzing around in a 
manic, stop-action kind of way.  It rained earlier, and the screen around 
the porch on the front of the house was still wet, and had that iron kind of 
smell that the rain brought out.  We had been sitting there watching the 
clouds boil up out of the southwest, feeling the rain-spray driven across 
the porch by the storm-wind, drinking the jags of lightning and breathing 
the guttural thunder-snarl.  But the storm ended, and the sun came out, and 
the grass dried, and we ate tomato sandwiches with the crusts cut off, and 
caramel cake that my grandmother had left over from the Lady's Auxiliary of 
the Brotherhood of Railroad Engineers bake sale. 

And up the street came the photographer, and his horse, and I had never seen 
anything so marvelous in my life.  And they lifted Bobby up, and they lifted 
me up in front of him, and I was in glory, and I wanted to gallop across the 
road and down the hill, and...then they took the picture and reached out to 
lift me down...and it was over. 

I remember that day.  I think I learned a little something about present joy 
and the enjoyment of the moment, and the sure and certain knowledge that all 
joy, like all sadness, passes.  But we can still remember the day.


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