"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes,
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be
any more pain." Revelations: 21:4
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."
--From a headstone in Ireland
Top picture is my Daddy very near the time he died. This is the way I remember him. Every time I see him in this picture I just want to put my arms around him and hug him and never let go. He was such a good daddy.
Middle picture: Daddy with my brother, Charles Ray Jones, about five years before I was born.
Bottom picture: MY DADDY, KENNETH AND HIS OLDEST BROTHER KILBRETH. I'M GUESSING THEY ARE ABOUT 8 AND 10 YEARS OLD.
My Daddy was a wonderful father. Born in Esto, Kentucky, on February,14,1912, to Lucian Welby Jones and Lois Eva Beck Jones, Kenneth was the 2nd of 7 boys born to the family. He worked on his father's farm.
He "courted" Miss Mollie Grider. They came to Indiana and married in Indianapolis, on September,28,1932. They had a son, Charles, and a daughter, Linda Carole, that's me.
I was indeed a daddy's girl. I followed him everywhere and he let me help him with the farm work, even though I was sometimes more work than help.
Daddy worked for Delco Remy,a division of General Motors, in Anderson, Indiana. He was working there the day he had his fatal heart attack. He died in Plant 11, Delco Remy Division of General Motors.
If they had pacemakers, like I have, Daddy would have lived a full life.
Daddy loved animals like I do. He raised cows, chickens, goats, and pigs. At one time he had 18 goats. I named everyone of them and milked along side of him. He butchered a hog every fall and had someone butcher a cow occasionaly. Part of the reason I have been a vegetarian most of my life. I loved all the farm animals and didn't want them killed.
When he plowed the fields with the old Fordson tractor, I was riding with him. The Fordson was a hand-crank tractor. Daddy taught me names of trees, weeds, wildflowers, birds and bugs. He showed me what was edible and what was poison.
The Jones Brothers remained close in Indiana. Almost every Sunday they all got together at someone's house for dinner, pitching horseshoes and playing cards.
Daddy was a hard worker. He had a beautiful house built for us in 1951. He only lived 3 years in that home until a heart attack took him from us. He was only 42, I was 12 and absolutely devastated. He is in my thoughts everyday. I loved him so. Knowing I will meet him, in Heaven someday, sustains me.
PLEASE leave a token for my MOTHER, MOLLIE, if you have time. THANK YOU.
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be
any more pain." Revelations: 21:4
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."
--From a headstone in Ireland
Top picture is my Daddy very near the time he died. This is the way I remember him. Every time I see him in this picture I just want to put my arms around him and hug him and never let go. He was such a good daddy.
Middle picture: Daddy with my brother, Charles Ray Jones, about five years before I was born.
Bottom picture: MY DADDY, KENNETH AND HIS OLDEST BROTHER KILBRETH. I'M GUESSING THEY ARE ABOUT 8 AND 10 YEARS OLD.
My Daddy was a wonderful father. Born in Esto, Kentucky, on February,14,1912, to Lucian Welby Jones and Lois Eva Beck Jones, Kenneth was the 2nd of 7 boys born to the family. He worked on his father's farm.
He "courted" Miss Mollie Grider. They came to Indiana and married in Indianapolis, on September,28,1932. They had a son, Charles, and a daughter, Linda Carole, that's me.
I was indeed a daddy's girl. I followed him everywhere and he let me help him with the farm work, even though I was sometimes more work than help.
Daddy worked for Delco Remy,a division of General Motors, in Anderson, Indiana. He was working there the day he had his fatal heart attack. He died in Plant 11, Delco Remy Division of General Motors.
If they had pacemakers, like I have, Daddy would have lived a full life.
Daddy loved animals like I do. He raised cows, chickens, goats, and pigs. At one time he had 18 goats. I named everyone of them and milked along side of him. He butchered a hog every fall and had someone butcher a cow occasionaly. Part of the reason I have been a vegetarian most of my life. I loved all the farm animals and didn't want them killed.
When he plowed the fields with the old Fordson tractor, I was riding with him. The Fordson was a hand-crank tractor. Daddy taught me names of trees, weeds, wildflowers, birds and bugs. He showed me what was edible and what was poison.
The Jones Brothers remained close in Indiana. Almost every Sunday they all got together at someone's house for dinner, pitching horseshoes and playing cards.
Daddy was a hard worker. He had a beautiful house built for us in 1951. He only lived 3 years in that home until a heart attack took him from us. He was only 42, I was 12 and absolutely devastated. He is in my thoughts everyday. I loved him so. Knowing I will meet him, in Heaven someday, sustains me.
PLEASE leave a token for my MOTHER, MOLLIE, if you have time. THANK YOU.
"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes,
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be
any more pain." Revelations: 21:4
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."
--From a headstone in Ireland
Top picture is my Daddy very near the time he died. This is the way I remember him. Every time I see him in this picture I just want to put my arms around him and hug him and never let go. He was such a good daddy.
Middle picture: Daddy with my brother, Charles Ray Jones, about five years before I was born.
Bottom picture: MY DADDY, KENNETH AND HIS OLDEST BROTHER KILBRETH. I'M GUESSING THEY ARE ABOUT 8 AND 10 YEARS OLD.
My Daddy was a wonderful father. Born in Esto, Kentucky, on February,14,1912, to Lucian Welby Jones and Lois Eva Beck Jones, Kenneth was the 2nd of 7 boys born to the family. He worked on his father's farm.
He "courted" Miss Mollie Grider. They came to Indiana and married in Indianapolis, on September,28,1932. They had a son, Charles, and a daughter, Linda Carole, that's me.
I was indeed a daddy's girl. I followed him everywhere and he let me help him with the farm work, even though I was sometimes more work than help.
Daddy worked for Delco Remy,a division of General Motors, in Anderson, Indiana. He was working there the day he had his fatal heart attack. He died in Plant 11, Delco Remy Division of General Motors.
If they had pacemakers, like I have, Daddy would have lived a full life.
Daddy loved animals like I do. He raised cows, chickens, goats, and pigs. At one time he had 18 goats. I named everyone of them and milked along side of him. He butchered a hog every fall and had someone butcher a cow occasionaly. Part of the reason I have been a vegetarian most of my life. I loved all the farm animals and didn't want them killed.
When he plowed the fields with the old Fordson tractor, I was riding with him. The Fordson was a hand-crank tractor. Daddy taught me names of trees, weeds, wildflowers, birds and bugs. He showed me what was edible and what was poison.
The Jones Brothers remained close in Indiana. Almost every Sunday they all got together at someone's house for dinner, pitching horseshoes and playing cards.
Daddy was a hard worker. He had a beautiful house built for us in 1951. He only lived 3 years in that home until a heart attack took him from us. He was only 42, I was 12 and absolutely devastated. He is in my thoughts everyday. I loved him so. Knowing I will meet him, in Heaven someday, sustains me.
PLEASE leave a token for my MOTHER, MOLLIE, if you have time. THANK YOU.
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be
any more pain." Revelations: 21:4
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."
--From a headstone in Ireland
Top picture is my Daddy very near the time he died. This is the way I remember him. Every time I see him in this picture I just want to put my arms around him and hug him and never let go. He was such a good daddy.
Middle picture: Daddy with my brother, Charles Ray Jones, about five years before I was born.
Bottom picture: MY DADDY, KENNETH AND HIS OLDEST BROTHER KILBRETH. I'M GUESSING THEY ARE ABOUT 8 AND 10 YEARS OLD.
My Daddy was a wonderful father. Born in Esto, Kentucky, on February,14,1912, to Lucian Welby Jones and Lois Eva Beck Jones, Kenneth was the 2nd of 7 boys born to the family. He worked on his father's farm.
He "courted" Miss Mollie Grider. They came to Indiana and married in Indianapolis, on September,28,1932. They had a son, Charles, and a daughter, Linda Carole, that's me.
I was indeed a daddy's girl. I followed him everywhere and he let me help him with the farm work, even though I was sometimes more work than help.
Daddy worked for Delco Remy,a division of General Motors, in Anderson, Indiana. He was working there the day he had his fatal heart attack. He died in Plant 11, Delco Remy Division of General Motors.
If they had pacemakers, like I have, Daddy would have lived a full life.
Daddy loved animals like I do. He raised cows, chickens, goats, and pigs. At one time he had 18 goats. I named everyone of them and milked along side of him. He butchered a hog every fall and had someone butcher a cow occasionaly. Part of the reason I have been a vegetarian most of my life. I loved all the farm animals and didn't want them killed.
When he plowed the fields with the old Fordson tractor, I was riding with him. The Fordson was a hand-crank tractor. Daddy taught me names of trees, weeds, wildflowers, birds and bugs. He showed me what was edible and what was poison.
The Jones Brothers remained close in Indiana. Almost every Sunday they all got together at someone's house for dinner, pitching horseshoes and playing cards.
Daddy was a hard worker. He had a beautiful house built for us in 1951. He only lived 3 years in that home until a heart attack took him from us. He was only 42, I was 12 and absolutely devastated. He is in my thoughts everyday. I loved him so. Knowing I will meet him, in Heaven someday, sustains me.
PLEASE leave a token for my MOTHER, MOLLIE, if you have time. THANK YOU.
