If you missed the LDS Missionary Farewell for Gordon Jones of Nephi, we have the program from a few years back. It is 1960, when Nephi, Utah was without doubt the very best rural Cities to live in, with great school; sports; best neighbor's and local activities that kept kids productive and learning work ethics. If you look close at the face of Gordon, you can quickly see that broad smile which perfectly defines his whole personality. Whatever he did, he made it fun. Gordon was a few years older than me, but he and our family liked to hunt deer together. Well, that was a time when we had a lot of Deer in Utah, and we had our secret spots. After several years had past, our Jones Boys and Gordon's Jones Boys found each other at one of our fun hunting spots out West. We just sat there and talked, and the young kids wanted to hunt instead of chew the fat. They were the fun days! After his Mission, we didn't keep in touch, but always met up with relatives when we had one of our own Pass and we would see a slew of Jones' at funerals. When a friend or relative dies, things are not supposed to be funny, but when you find those you have missed, it is fun to catch up! Gordon was one of the sons of Vic Jones. His mother was Alberta Blackett and brothers were Dr. Richard Wm. Jones of Cache County; Sherm Jones and they had so many gr.at sisters, it is hard to name them all. Gordon became a successful craftsman, building homes and ones that lasted. He got that hankering to get married, so he hooked up with one of those beautiful Mona gals and lived in the Davis County area and kept that Jones farming instinct in him. I think one of his boys took up the same name as the middle name of Alma "Cash" Jones. In the middle of a great time on earth, tragedy hit when the DOT built those dangerous cement tunnels on the freeway and they crashed, killing his wife and severely injuring Gordon. He didn't seem to do well after that and we later went to his funeral. Good family and proof that the combination of Blackett's and Jones' mix well, and the Great Juab County blood flows on for Eternity.
Gordon was in my Class of '57 and was always "a good guy"...even when he was goofing around with his buddies...he was a little less crazy than they were. Is nice to read memories of him... The Tolley Twig
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