Thanks to Carol A Lokey for identifying this as her grandfather, James M. Josey’s store.
Eric Cawthon wrote: Byromville is a place I will always cherish. Josey’s was the place. I remember Josey Sr. in the makeshift office in the corner of the store. Gene Carroll who worked there for years and always came back and hung around when he was on vacation…..Josey Jr. gave me a job as a bag boy. He was a good man to me and my family.
Mark Cawthon shared this: This is where my mother (Ella Cawthon) shopped. She would be given old bananas and she would bake the store a banana cake. I remember the Old Mr. Josey and younger James Josey. You would buy the groceries and Jene or James would deliver them to the Methodist Parsonage in a new 1967 Ford pickup. You had to step down into the store and the floors were narrow wooden planks. I sold the Grit newspaper to Mrs. Josey every week.
Vanishing Georgia: Photographs by Brian Brown 
Memories of that store are some of my favorite. From Mr. Josey sitting at the desk under the stairs in the back corner, Mr James and Mr Horace Jones behind the meat counter cutting meat as you walked up to the counter. My kids loved the Bologna he cut fresh just for them. My mama would call and place an order for the groceries she wanted and daddy or Jane or I would go pick them up. Mr Horace could up a chicken quicker then you could blink. And all the ladies behind the counter were so sweet and kind, from Mrs Holland to Janice Fountain and a lot of others. Thanks for sharing this.
My father was the Byromville town doctor from 1965-69…and his office was directly across the street from Mr. Josey’s grocery store…same side of the street from the post office. Loved going in to visit see Mr. Josey and Gene. Always so kind to us kids. Byromville resides in my heart each day…..never forgotten……always missed and loved. — Bill Findley
When Wayne and I first married, we loved to cook Mr. Josey’s loin chops. We bought them every week, and when I walked in to get them he already had them ready for me.Have not had any like them since we left Byromville. Good old days.
I remember walking there as a boy visiting my dad in the summertime. The last time was in the 80s after my Papa passed.
I remember going there many times with my uncle Cliff West Jr.
I shopped there and never went in the front door……don’t know if it even worked in the 70s! The store was dark and all wood….best meat around! I loved Mr. James Josey. He was the kindest man!
I miss Mr. Josey so much. I used to love delivering eggs to his store with my daddy when I was little. He always let me pick a piece of candy out of the glad case where the register was. My grandaddy was W.K. Brown. He owned the egg farm a couple miles outside of town. I used to love to run up and down the aisles when I was just a wee thing because the old wooden floors dipped in places and it was like a little roller coaster. He always cut the best steaks and had the best homemade butter (I believe Mr. Jones made it). Some of the best memories of my life.
Byromville is a place I will always cheerish. Josey’s was the place. I remember Josey Sr. in the make shift office in the corner of the store. Gene Carroll who worked there for years and always came back and hung around when he was on vacation…..Josey Jr. gave me a job as a bag boy. He was a good man to me and my family. He was a good Methodist, and my late father spoke of him often years after he left Byromville. I loved that old drink box in the front of Josey’s where you had to reach down into the cold water to get a coke…I love B-ville. I had so many friends: Bob Peavey, Marshall Welch, Melba Welch, Joy Josey, Wayne Carr, Melvin and Ed Hill, Bob Woodruff, Jimmy Lockerman, Jimmy Thomas, Jim Roberts, Margret Page, Virginia Page, Debbie Collier…..All the Burnham girls…My boy Henry Blue; Jackie Johnson and so many more. We all used to meet at or around Josey’s store…I thank God for my time there. Byromville is a wonderful place that is forever apart of me and my life….I miss all of you.
This is where my mother (Ella Cawthon) shopped. She would be given old rippen bananas and she would bake the store a banana cake.
I remember the Old Mr. Josey and younger James Josey. You would buy the groceries and Jene or James would deliver them to the Methodist Parsonage in a new 1967 Ford pickup. You had to step down into the store and the floors were narrow wooden planks. I sold the Grit newspaper to Mrs. Josey every week. I attended the MYF at the Methodist Church with Mary Beth.
This was my Grandfathers grocery. He was James M Josey I have a picture of me sitting on the fromt steps of the store
Would love to see that picture, Carol!