Marc Weeks
This was my mother
Paula Jones Leerkamp was my mother. She was married to James (Jim) Leerkamp, who also appears on this site.
My mother had three children, including myself (Marc), my sister Kelli, and my brother Paul. Kelli and Paul, and of course my mother, are deceased.
My mother's full name was Paula Louise Jones. She was adopted, so I don't know anything about her actual family. She was married twice, first to William P. Cooke, Jr., and lastly to Jim Leerkamp.
My mother was an excellent pianist and typist. She claimed she could type 90+ WPM on the old typewriters; I can't imagine what she would have done on a newer electronic one (or a computer!). She studied music at a conservatory in Dayton, OH, but she soon tired of practicing under stern guidance. For many years we had a piano in our home, and I remember she would intentionally botch playing classical pieces just to get us to laugh. She had a very good singing voice; at least, that's the way I choose to remember it. She was very Baptist, attended church often, and frequently served as the church's organist. When I was in high school, I think the year was 1975, my mother and I played a piano/trumpet duet for a church presentation of the nativity. In about 1969 my mother injured her knee while roller skating; she could never really do much physical activity after that (or at least she was nervous about trying). She had been known to chase us around the yard in games. My mother loved cigarettes and Coke--or was it Pepsi? I can't remember, but my mother loved the one and hated the other. These habits no doubt precipitated her early death (age 55).
One thing I'll always remember, as long as I can anyway, is that she made the best Thanksgiving dinner I ever had, then or since. Love you, Mom.
My mother had three children, including myself (Marc), my sister Kelli, and my brother Paul. Kelli and Paul, and of course my mother, are deceased.
My mother's full name was Paula Louise Jones. She was adopted, so I don't know anything about her actual family. She was married twice, first to William P. Cooke, Jr., and lastly to Jim Leerkamp.
My mother was an excellent pianist and typist. She claimed she could type 90+ WPM on the old typewriters; I can't imagine what she would have done on a newer electronic one (or a computer!). She studied music at a conservatory in Dayton, OH, but she soon tired of practicing under stern guidance. For many years we had a piano in our home, and I remember she would intentionally botch playing classical pieces just to get us to laugh. She had a very good singing voice; at least, that's the way I choose to remember it. She was very Baptist, attended church often, and frequently served as the church's organist. When I was in high school, I think the year was 1975, my mother and I played a piano/trumpet duet for a church presentation of the nativity. In about 1969 my mother injured her knee while roller skating; she could never really do much physical activity after that (or at least she was nervous about trying). She had been known to chase us around the yard in games. My mother loved cigarettes and Coke--or was it Pepsi? I can't remember, but my mother loved the one and hated the other. These habits no doubt precipitated her early death (age 55).
One thing I'll always remember, as long as I can anyway, is that she made the best Thanksgiving dinner I ever had, then or since. Love you, Mom.
Lizzie Kunde 
