LaVon Harris yearned to be the best secretary that Nephi ever had. We believe she was and destined to teach her kids the importance of learning to type, even boys! She insisted that their would be a time in our lives when boys would have to learn how to type. That was for girls, I protested, but lived by that and as a teenage boy, I made the type team and made it to Region. The best thing was finding myself surrounded by pretty gals of Juab High. LaVon was focused on typing and continued to write letters to servicemen and LDS Missionaries. Alma Jones of Nortonville liked pretty gals, and to most he was the movie type stud that looked like Randolph Scott. But he like farming and watched the new Nephi High School built on Main Street and started a career in cement and masonry work. When Alma went off to war during the era of World War Two, the two exchanged letters, and they both must have been hit hard with the love for each other and got hitched as soon as he returned. Before they both got older, Storks started flying by the Jones home about once a year. Alma had heart problems in his last years, and never recovered from a hip surgery, that was at a time when they didn't have the knowledge or material to fix it right. One leg was shorter that the other, and he walked with a cane, but in pain. I am now at the age where I use his cane after multiple surgeries with similar pain of my Dad. Alma passed through the Veil between Earth and Heaven in June, 1984. Shortly after is when LaVon wanted to make sure that their kids would always be the family that stayed together. She typed her thoughts to each of the Jones Kids of Weston, Hal, Kent, Gary and Jaynette. Although I have saved family papers and things for years, much like others in my family, I had forgot about the letter I had received back in 1984. Sitting at my desk last night, I became frustrated with all the things piled up which I need to organize for future generation to exam and ponder about. That is when I knocked a letter off and picked it up and read it. Tears filled my eyes, and only then is when I knew that God does move in mysterious ways. I openly responded saying "Mom, all your kids have stuck together and we get together for a lunch and call Gary in Alaska". I knew she and Dad was aware he have all stuck together, but our average age is now around 75, so we all recognize we will soon join our family that has gone before us. Happy Birthday Mom.
