HERE IS A PHOTO OF THE FOUR NEPHI JONES BOYS FR0M 1994

OUR MOTHER -LAVON HARRIS JONES WAS GIVEN NOTICE BY AN ACCLAIMED DOCTOR WHO NEW EVERYTHING ABOUT CANCER. ALTHOUGH SHE HAD CANCER OF THE COLON, WE THOUGHT ALL OF IT WAS REMOVED 7 YEARS BEFORE. BUT SOMETIMES THOSE LITTLE DEATH CELLS HIDE AS HERS DID. ALL OF THE GRANDKIDS AND GARY STAYED WITH HER NIGHT AND DAY, AND THE THREE BOYS' HUNTED DEER, BUT ONLY SORT OF, AS WE WANTED TO BE CLOSE TO THE FAMILY HOME WHICH WAS BUILT IN 1885. IT HAD 5 ENTRY WAYS AND SO DIVIDED FOR FOUR FAMILY RELATIONS TO LIVE THERE, WITH THE WEST DOOR ON THE PORCH AS A FAMILY ROOM, THEN ONE ON THE LEFT WHICH MY DAD AND I ADDED ON FOR A WALK IN CLOSET FOR MORE CLOTHS. THE MOTHER OF ALMA JONES DIED THERE, AS WELL AS ALMA AND LAVON, AND OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS. OUR FAMILY VOTED AGAINST GAS COMING IN, AS IT IS AS LOT CHEAPER, AND FOR FAMILIES THAT WANT GOOD HEAT, THEY KNOW WHERE TO COME FOR A GOOD WOOD FIRE.WOOD FIRES KEPT US CLEAN PROVIDING HEAT FOR THE BATHTUB AND WOOD HANGERS IN THE WINTER AND ALWAYS GREAT HOT BREAD ON TUESDAYS, WHICH MADE US ALL RUN HOME FROM SCHOOL ON TUESDAYS, AS THAT WAS BREAD AND ROLL COOKING DAY.          .

NOW BACK TO THE FOUR BOYS. I BELIEVE THAT PHOTO WAS TAKEN IN 1994 DURING THE DEER HUNT. IT APPEARS ALL HAVE MUSTACHES EXCEPT HAL.HE WAS NOT USED TO THOSE THINGS ON THE FRONT OF A KILL ZONE, LIKE HE WAS IN VIET NAM, HE NEEDED THAT SPACE AGAINST AGENT AGENT ORANGE OR TO STOP INFECTION TO THE WOUNDED. WE DO KNOW THAT HE MAY HAVE A BAD LEFT SHOUDER AS HE IS HOLDING HIMSELF UP AS MAY THE OTHER GUYS,  ALL OF THEM LOOK LIKE THEY GOT THEIR THUMBS IN THEIR POCKETS. AND STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT WES IS HIDING BEHIND HIS BACK WITH HIS LEFT HAND! I ALSO NOTE THAT GARY IS THE TALLEST AND KENT IS THE SHORTEST BUT BY DAM HE HAS THE BIGGEST GIRTH. WE ALL LOOK QUITE GRUMPY, AS OUR GOODLY MOTHER WAS ABOUT TO TAKE THE WARP SPEED ELEVATOR  AND AT TIMES EACH OF US FEEL HER NEARBY. NOW TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHICH NEPHI MOTEL WE WERE IN. GARY HAD A LONG TRIP FROM ALASKA BRINGING IN A HALF TON OF SALMON AND HALIBUT TO THE NEEDY. AND WE GOT THEM DELIVERED AND IT MADE OUR MOTHER HAPPY.

4-H ACHIEVEMENT NIGHT IN NEPHI DURING 1969

SORRY WE COULDN'T GET THIS BIGGER BUT THEY DON'T PROVIDE "BY LARGE BLACK PRINTERS ANYMORE, ESPECIALLY TO US LITTLE GUYS"

 

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A FUNNY CARD, TIL IT COMES TO YOU

This is supposed to be a funny birthday card, but if it to a family antique, it took my faded memory back to the time when I was trying to teach my nephew how to pull weeds, just like Alice P. McCune taught me in the 1950's. I hated cleaning her beautiful rose garden, as it was irrigation water which had a lot of weeds in the furrows. I had respect for her though, as she was a woman before her time, writing the first book about Juab County when she was in her 90's, and interviewed many of the people in the book, including my Grandfather-will, so her facts were good. But those dan......g roses had gigantic thorns on them, and this poor, frail 10 year no-account was soon taught by example! She was in a long beautiful dress, and pretty enough to come to my funeral, as I feared that! She got on her knees with no gloves and short sleeves on her dress, and pulled the weeds, and not a whimper from her while her arms were bleeding worse that when Joe Garrett came across the street to help me "cut" our Weiner pigs. And when she did a row, she calmly stood up, handed me the small shovel, and just matter of fact said "that's how you take care of the weeds" and I stood "All Amazed" as it was beautiful and I lived to tell of that true tale. So to my nephew-Jarett, he should dam well know that his birthday is long before this old geezer and besides he recently became the father of a real "Beautiful Baby Girl" and it is he should be saying happy fatherhood to himself. And another thing dam it.....I wouldn't have to pick my nose if those dam kids by the cemetery wouldn't throw rocks at me, one hitting my ear, and pushed the dam hearing aid in my nose. And by the way I wouldn't have to drink beer if they would quit reducing my Social Security money as I payed into it since childhood... And I don't pass gas, it is that dam dog, or is it the horse that Tyson Garrett tied to my door. And yea, I do have leaky pipes. One of these days I will get in door plumbing and buy real toilet paper instead of Saran Wrap! Happy Trails.

NEPHI JONES BOYS WAITING FOR THEIR NEW BROTHER OR SISTER BETTING WITH MARBLES

These four Nephi Jones boys were told by their neighbor's who were great people of the Nephi Sperry clan consisting of Don Sperry; Bobe Sperry; and sisters of Rheta Sperry; Mable Sperry and Aleane Sperry Pace. After Aleane divorced she went back to being a grade school teacher. One of them asked us to be more quiet when (as boys are) they told us that their brother-Bobe was in the process of dying. We were all shocked as we didn't know much about death, as we thought that only happened to the chickens we helped cut their heads off, then cleaned them in boiling hot water in fifty gallon tanks, then pulled the feathers off as well as correctly gutting them. We always kept the gizzards, but that wasn't my cup of tea, or the neck. I couldn't "swallow" those! We let Gary be our Supervisor as he was good at that and the daughter of Uncle Hy Tolley(Ruth) would pick up Gary, and both would do the same sort of thing at the Moroni Turkey yard, but the the local folks were "let go" when the illegal's were invited in as were their Anchor babies, and put a lot of the local people out of work.We would then clean out the barrels and stand on the top and step behind us and see who the winner was. Anyhow our Dad came home and told us he had been watching a large bird flying by and landed on the top of the Juab County Hospital. Dad was like Uncle Hy, so we thought he was serious, but Weston smirked, so we thought something fishy about it all, as babies are supposed to be brought in by way of Storks. Before long, Alma Coyn Jones fessed up and asked if we all wanted to go up and through the window, we could view our new sister. How could that be, as what in the world would we do with a sister, as a girl couldn't ride a horse or haul hay and worst of all, couldn't shoot a gun. Well it wasn't long she wasn't going to take a lot Bull from the older boys, and she didn't want a girl doll nor anything like that. She wanted to play Cowboys and Indians with us, and she did, and when she got a horse, it was the greatest gift ever and figured out how to go around the barrels, and that horse knew how to do it. I told her she just needed to hang on, and by golly, she placed in the rodeo in Lemington, and she bought her own saddle by cleaning house for Doc P.L. Jones. She was then accepted by her brat brothers, and she now is the caretakers for us old dudes and likes helping anybody she can. Now we know her better, and she was a great help to her kids, grandkids and those that needed help, she is spot on. Your big brothers love you.

HERE ARE 4 PHOTO'S OF NEPHI JONES BOYS; TWO OF WHICH HAVE ROSE TO HIGHER LEVELS

 THIS ABOVE PHOTO IS OF ALMA COYN JONES JUST BEFORE HE ENTERED WW 
TWO AS AN ARMY MEDIC, BUT EXHANGED LETTERS WITH HIS WIFE TO BE.

THE SECOND PHOTO IS OF KENT WM. JONES WHEN HE WAS ABOUT A YEAR OLD AND THAT SMILE COULD BE A HINT WHY HE GOT KICKED OUT OF KINDERGARTEN, BUT LATER GOT BACK IN AFTER MUCH ADO ABOUT AN ESCAPED FROG THAT SOMEHOW GOT NEAR THE FACE OF A CLASSMATE WHICH NEARLY WOKE THE SCREAMING TEACHER AWAKE!

THE  PHOTO BELOW IS OF JUSTIN AND HIS LITTLE BROTHER TROY COYN JONES WHO STUMBLED WHEN HIS HERO;BROTHER AND BEST FRIEND-JUSTIN DIED. TROY IS TRYING TO STAND BACK UP, BUT RESISTS THE CHANGE. WE HOPE THE BEST FOR HIS  BIRTHDAY, EVEN THOUGH IT WILL BE NEXT MONTH ON FRIDAY THE 13TH, AND BE 45.

THE OLDERTOE HEAD SON IS THE KID ON THE LEFT IS JUSTIN AND TROY ON THE RIGHT AND WE PRAY TROY WILL STAY ON THE RIGHT PATH. AT AGE 38,JUSTIN WM. JONES  HAS TOOK HIS OWN MEASURES TO JOIN HIS GRANDPA ALMA-COYN JONES WHO SITS ON THE JONES HOME PORCH SINCE 1885 AS WELL AS THE GREAT CHAIRS.

                                             

                                        

I WAS A FEW DAYS LATE, BUT TOOK MY SISTER TO LUNCH YESTERDAY

I had a battle with the Flu for the past two weeks, so I took my best sister to lunch yesterday, and like we were taught as youngster's, we ate everything we piled on two separate helpings at an all you can eat at a buffet yesterday, and she let me choose which buffet I chose. We didn't have to show our old age to the cashier, for one reason  or another we looked old far beyond the minimum age level. The great thing, we didn't have to listen to the screaming kids and cleaned the plates clean, and the food tasted almost as good as Moms cooking. When I got home I fell fast asleep and great food has a way of us feel at home. I  not sure if Heaven, if we make it there- have the great food that only a Mom can make from scratch as Heavenly food may not quite be as good as earth food, but it all tasted so good, I fell asleep fast and it was only five at evening tide. It made me think of us kids waiting for the Amen after the blessing of the food, then it was a friendly battle for the food. What we didn't went to our dog "Nick" then the rest to our pigs sprinkled with grain on the leftovers and the feeder waddled out to the dog and pig pen and humans and animals smiled. Funny how our dog and horse were like a member of the family and no, we didn't take our horse to the stores. It was our comfort pal, but not about to bring them in the house or let them bark or cause issues with good neighbors.

TODAY WAS THE FUNERAL OF DEAN BAILEY, BORN AND STAYED A LOCAL GOOD MAN.

Dean Bailey was a son of gun, and a son of a Bishop. It was clear that Dean and his little brothers and sister would always stay on the straight and narrow, as his Daddy-Don Bailey was tough enough to take them all on at once, and the kids stayed pretty much on that fine line. Dean was a classmate of mine and the other close knit Class of 65. He was actually way older than me, however, as the Stork dropped me over the Jones Abode 32 days later. That was when many of the kids including Dean, had chores to do before and after school, and walked to and from school, as most kids did that on a routine basis. Dean must have more smarts that us lower IQ dumbbells', as he waited until many of his 100 school mates went off to college or to the front line of a foreign hell-hole called Nam. As soon as we were out of site, Dean started to sing to Ann Hall, and Heaven knows that Deano couldn't sing a lick like the Martin of Dean. Ann was a classmate, and she wasn't just beautiful, but smart too. I had to take a break to go through the 1965 Nebonian, and although Ann made an entry in my book, she and most of the kids didn't believe I could survive rolling down two flights of cement stairs like I did. That may be why Ann chose Dean as her one and only. I did have to say Hi to Ann on the way out, and told her I felt bad for what she had to endure, not only losing two of their kids, but being the caregiver to Dean. Funerals are not known for content and happiness, but as I sat near the last row of the filled chapel, I finally felt at home. Behind me were cousins Paula Garrett; Ilene Sanders; in front of me was war torn Glen Davis and his two sisters and to my left was Jimmy Ockey, and I pretended Ralph Murray was in his regular place on the back row so he could plug in the speaker system, but for some reason, the Bishop wasn't J. Ivan Tew; Donald Bailey or even Ralph Chase, but I could feel their presence and as all were 4th Warders, and when they may be called home, we all can care for Dean, so Ann can rest a bit as he is taken care of. I then gazed to my right and up near the top, I could sense my father-Alma Jones who was busy doing the stucco work, as that is what all 4th Warders did when that chapel was built. I mixed the mud while he plastered. Ann, Dean is well taken care of just like Perry did for you kids, and I felt comfort for your grandparents, as my father and me stuccoed their home. I felt more at my real home in the 4th Ward, as Nephi is not the Nephi we grew up in, and when we are called home to our real home, your folks & Dean will be there. That is not a bluff, although I have brain damage. Just the facts, Maam.