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Cynthia Long Cousins; JoAnn Walker-Long, Peggy Ann Campbell, Carol Ann Campbell, Donna Lynn Deaton and Ron Deaton (going from back to front, and left to right) This is on Second Creek in Hazard, Ky
May 18, 2017 · posted to the photo JoAnne Walker
Cynthia Long My beloved Jones Family My line of Jones came from Wales in the late 1700’s or early 1800’s. Lyndon Jones my great great grandfather, believed to be born here as a first generation American. Lyndon, known as Lender, to friends and family married Sarah Francis Richardson (and was called Sallie). The couple was married in Grandwell County, North Carolina in 1840. They raised their large family of mostly boys before coming through the Gap toward the mighty Ohio for whatever reason they chose to settle along with other families Newton, the Polleys (from VA) and others and at least one Jones brother and sister just short of the Ohio rivers valley. They settled in the north far northern part of Hopkins and southern Henderson county that became Webster county in a tiny community called Jug Hallow because of the way the roads from Providence now known as highway 120 interstate with the old Dixon road (now known as 630) forming a stone jug pattern. The Jones, Newton and Polley’s settled farm land all three joining at the edge of the Jug Hollow community that has several houses, a store, and a large mill. William Newton (also a g.g. grandfather) gave a small parcel of land for a Regular Baptist church. Jones gave land for a graveyard. The big Mill burned just prior to the Civil War. The Jones and Newton’s were southern sympathizers; the Polley’s were the Union. Peter Polley was my great great grandfather also. Without a post office a community can go through a name change easily, so Jug Hollow also became known as Burnt Mill and still today carries that name. Many years later (about a century) my brother in law had a large piece of land rented that had been part of the community. He was plowing with a tractor and found what he called a huge piece of iron that looked like a mill blade. He was amazed to learn as he did not realize that he had found a part of Old Burnt Mills History. Roads 120 going east and 630 N. now intersect close to where the ole church stood and the small grave yards with only three families buried there in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. When reading the headstones we found Jones, Newton and Winstead still readable with a few not so clear. Since all the farms changed owners the past 100 years , the old cemetery has been abandon, the church building was moved to higher ground to a settlement called Stan Hope better known as Liberty, but that too is another story of my family tree. Lyndon Jones and wife are buried in the center of the tiny cemetery. A lane going north just off of highway 120 East and just behind the small farm of Peter Polley is now owned by the late James Melton family. Since this article is to be about one of Lyndon’s sons and his family also the history behind this picture, I will begin thus: During the Civil War, Lyndon had one older son that served or more than likely was pressed into service. According to the book called The Partison Rangers, the first battle of Western KY was fought around the old Regular Baptist church and was called the Battle of Burn Mill there giving the thriving community’s new name for sure. One of the younger sons of Lyndon’s named Washington Franklin Jones married Lucretta Newton, at Shawnie Town, Ill. In 1881. A long drive or ride by whatever means from Webster County Burnt Mill, Ky. Shawnie Town was called the marrying town, even in my hey-day in the 1930’s and 1940’s. Whether it was an elopement with his older brother and a sister to Kit or a planned double wedding, I am not sure. Looking into the Jones family background, I was surprised to learn my great grandparents went so far to marry. Sort of congers up visions of a comic strip of a hillbilly wedding with a marrying Sam to do the honors. Also why did they later buy and build their homes on highway 630 several miles into Hopkins County, in a small village of Veazey, KY I am sure “mam” answered all my questions, but at 85 plus, some of my childhood memories have become foggy. One thing I don’t know when this picture was made they were fondly known as “Uncle Wash and Aunt Kit’s everyone. The once thriving community of Veazey sort of lost its name when the post office was moved several miles south on 630 to Manitou, a larger town nestled between 630 and the old Dixie Bee, now 41-A (The N and S artery across country highway.) Veazey is still a large community but without a post office it became known now as Cox’s Store. During WWII the old post office box was still used by the local route carrier to leave mail even in the 1940’s as I remember. Ten years earlier Veazey had dwindled from a town with three stores to just one that was active. The small town had a devastating fire. At that time the Jones land jutted up against the yard and cemetery of the Oakley Home General Baptist church, where that church stood now a large beautiful county church building with a large union cemetery behind it. Being uphill against the wind it was spared the fire. I had just turned five in February a dry year, the March wind seemed to blow into April Spring School had just got back in session. From an overheated cook stone at noon that day sparks fell in leaf filled gutters. Granddad Wash had died some years earlier and mam alone when the fire started. The yard dinner bell startled neighbors and men came from everywhere I remember I was frozen with fear as I heard the frantic clanging of the huge church bell from the old wood frame tower. Bells at over farm house for miles were joining the ear splitting sound. The bright sunny noon day sky had turned red and could be seen over hills and hollows. The entire eighth grade boys ran to help, leaving the women teacher with the big girls and small students. The beautiful old home build sometime around 1900 was a tinderbox. Like an inferno ring, nothing much was saved. The large beautiful family of photos were snatched down (one included this picture) the old big trunk that held quilts and precious keep sakes was pulled out and the spinning wheel well was all I remember. Remember I was only five. I only remember going one time to visit mam. I remember mostly the big porch a swing and a large wisteria vine all in blooms. This picture shows part of those vines. In the corner of the fenced in yard was a very large Lilac brush that somehow survived the fire. A large piece of it was later moved to my grandparent’s yard and now a small piece of it in my yard. Somehow sparks traveled over the small lot a wooded area that separated the Jones house and a Veaszey school, the school caught fire. With all the big boys gone, the students did not even try to put the fire out. They did however were able to save the cloak room. Things and all the desks accept the big teacher’s desk. All records and teachers papers were saved. The school by the time it was realized was a total loss. One of Mr. Cox’s stores not in use at the time was made into a school. Later a new school was built and in the late 1940’s, I taught school in the new building that still stands. First used as a dwelling after consolidation in 1954 now for storage. The Veazey School used the old store building for some years. (I went to school there awhile,) that It became known as Cox’s store school by time the new school house was built. It became Cox’s store in the county school records. The once thriving village of Veazey was dwindling, not only the post office gone, all stores gone, with families smaller by 1954. Cox’s Store, school without enough students to support at consolidated with the bigger and newly built Nebo elementary and high school (Insert picture here) (Picture goes with this or however you wish to use it. Thank you) This picture was taken 1910 or 1911. I will identify by first name only, from the oldest child born 1882, to the youngest 1903. All of Wash and Kits children are in this picture, all had not married and only a few grandchildren. All in this picture are now deceased.( The last one was Opal sitting in Sallies lap-Opal died about 2000, in far right) As pictured in l. to r. row 1. Gertie, holding Othello Queen, holding twin Floyd oldest son Audrey by her side. Wash and Kit with their youngest, Carrie between them, Sallie holding Opal Pat with Annie (at her side (my mother) 2nd row L. R. Frank (their youngest son) Roy Marrow, Gert’s husband, his brother Almont (Queens Morrow Husband) holding the other twin Lloyd. Lou Cinda, Lennie, Luther and Carlos Polly, Sallie’s husband. Now the Story behind the picture, this is what I was told by my mother and Aunt Lennie and what I know as can remember. At age 85 and the oldest living family member. There were four great grandchildren older than me but died young leaving me to tell the living history of the Wash and Kit Jones family as in my heart I know a great legacy will be soon forgotten and future generations ( I have several g-grandchildren now) need to know where they came from Some day one will ask,” Where do I get this talent to know how to do this or that” No one taught me, it was just there. I am one of those great grand that asked that question and seeing a distant cousin, line distant lf Lyndon Jones. I know he had little or no formal training, but could sit at a keyboard and transport the listener to another plane with his wonderful talent. Music I lived and breathed most of my life. Not as talented as the cousin but my music ability was wider spread to other instruments beside the keyboard. There were other talents spread all through Washington’s family that are spread from the east coast to the west. But our hearts are still in our Kentucky roots. Washington was a well-known carpenter as well as most of his family. Some were home or born builders. Some like Wash were furniture builders and baby brother Allison made musical instruments of all kinds. Allison was known mostly of his work with the famous Lester Smithheart Sr. of Henderson Co. KY (Uncle Alas (I called him) has a grandson that inherited the last beautiful violin he made. The violin was one instrument I never played but looking at Uncle Allison’s last effort before he was killed by one of his own farm animals when I was four, my fingers still itch just to try. Somehow I just know I could manager a small tune. I don’t know why Wash chose to buy land several miles from his home in Burnt Mill. Since his land bordered Oakley Home Church and the Union Cemetery he and his family attended services there and are buried there instead of the family plot at Burt Mill. A lot of his siblings, their children and grandchildren down to the fifth generation also a number of Lyndon’s other children to the 6th generation. Several Newton’s also transferred membership after the ole Regular Baptist church was moved. Old Turzia has finally closed its doors for lack of members after her last deacon (a school mate of mine) died. In the picture I will give full name and birth line. Row one- Gertrude Mae 4th in line had only 2 daughters. She was multi-talented with a beautiful voice. Ever bit a Jones, tall and slim with snow white hair. Her dark beauty far outshined any girl her age for miles around. She could have had any young suitor around Veazey and beyond, but her heart belonged only to slight built crippled Roy Marrow. I remember Uncle Ray’s illness and death like it was yesterday menthro I was just a child. She lived long after and with her beautiful crowning white hair and dark brooding eyes but bright shining eyes and ready smile, never remarried. Aunt Gert now has two great grandnieces that carry her genes they are tall and very beautiful with dark welch skin. Queen Elizabeth (the oldest) Aunt Queene as I called her, was also a good voice from the choir. She also was a good cook. I can only remember her having four or maybe five living children there are about that many little headstones for babies in her and uncle Almont’s large plot in Oakley Homes Church yard. Aunt Queene was a Newton with her light sandy brown hair and pale blue eyes. I only remember her with thinner tightly wound snow white hair. Of her children the twins with very curly flaming red hair and gray eyes were my favorite. Their fun loving nature that had got themselves into a lot of mischievous at school, so my father told me. Their pale eyes like their mothers red hair a throw back to their newton roots. Granddad Wash died before I was born. But I have many stories and pictures to remember what to me was a grand old man. He was dark and handsome, tall and lean from his wood cutting and building work. His dark swarthy skin with dark brown hair and dark brooding eyes was typical of his Welch heritage. My info came from daughter Lennie that nursed him until his death from a lung ailment. She said he was very stern and strict but loving and kind very religious could read and write well also very musical and loved his church choir. Coming from the old Regular Baptist, learned early to read music to sing without instruments accompaniment. He made furniture for his own home; his pride was the spinning wheel. He loved pictures so his family story is built on many of those pictures that I now have to draw from. Carrie Victoria, the little surprise, her father’s pride and joy. A delight to her parents only, barely older than her oldest nephew and a childhood companion to my mother, her niece. Like her siblings her clear soprano could be heard above her church’s choir. She by standards of that day married late in life. Her three children younger than me a great grandchild of Wash and Kit. Carrie was very handy at crafts, needle and thread. 2 quilts were her specialty. She loved flowers and held many church and civil offices (church clubs-PTA). Like elder sister, Queene she had light sandy brown but very curly hair, but was near 6 foot like Gert and her father’s dark brooding eyes. Kit (Lu Cretta, Isabelle) or Mam Jones we all called her. She was a tiny woman, not really shy, just laid back and quite. I believe I never heard her raise her voice, even when she was angry. She spoke her mind flat plain and single that no one misunderstood her feelings or thoughts on any subject she had an opinion about. When young she had light sandy brown hair and deep blue eyes with pale skin to go with it. She wore a size 4 ½ shoe and her tiny wedding band no one could wear except maybe on the pinkie finger. She used to amaze me with her since of humor; she always had a smile and loved a good joke even if she was the victim. But her most amazing talent was her tiny stiches. Today her quilting would take all the country fair prizes and blue ribbons on just her tiny back stitching. She made all of her own clothes and I never knew her to use a pattern. She measured and then begins to cut. She never used the treadle sewing machines. I watch as she tatted lace for a collar to put on her new church dress she had made. She always had several bonnets of different colors and weight of cloth for the seasons. My favorite was a black satin trimmed in tiny rows of black lace. This she wore for special times like to. Weddings or funerals, I never saw her wear a hat. When in her late 80’s near 90, I was in my teens. I loved to visit her; she was always so much fun. And though near blind I was amazed at her agility and house work she could and still did. How she never complained no matter what life handed her, never mentioned the horrors of the fire that burned out her home and life as she knew it, and the school that changed the whole community of Veazy. She never regained another home all her own. The sweetest thing this tiny woman near blind did for me. She had stitched me an apron and gave to me for a wedding present, telling me to learn to be a good cook for my man. Sally Lee 3rd child in line and the family tomboy, She was all woman and yet, she was also as handy with hammers and saw and nails as her needle, thread or frying pan. She was her dad’s right hand helper in his carpenter shop. She was the most talented of Wash and Kits children a permanent smile that she passed onto my mother Annie her first born. Both very buck teeth Sallie did have a treadle sewing machine made most everything without a patter from curtains to clothes for herself and her three girls (she lost her only son) She even made several sweet things for neighbors less talented than she. Her quilting and embroidery work was beautiful; her voice to from the church choir was amazing. The notes did not get too high or too low, she could hit them all perfectly. After her death, I fell heir to an old ledger where she kept notes on expenses etc., but mostly she wrote her thoughts and prayers in poems and hymns or just ballads no one knew she had written. Did, you ever hear a hymn or gospel song that made you tinge all up and down your spine? Well, I did my mamaw Sallie, sing one of her own comparisons as she went about her work in the kitchen or garden and felt as if I was listening to an angel singing, it was so beautiful. Mamaw also repaired musical instruments. In the 1930’s Oakley Home church was remolding. They decided to throw out the old mouse damaged pump organ for a piano. Sallie bought the old organ home and repaired it for the umpteenth time, refinished the wood body as new. As a young girl, I visited her for two weeks every Summer, she insisted I bring my music books and keep up my piano practice, after all I was not to lose out as my parents were paying 50 cents a lesson for me to learn. That was a day’s wage for farm hand during the depression years I know I’ve spent most of this story on Sallie, which by the way was named for her grandmother Jones. Her name was Sarah, but she was called Sallie. I can’t go onto the next child until I relate this story so dear to my heart. Sallie loved working with wood so she saved from family and friends old cigar boxes.to make things. She made a guitar from the wood, then handed it to my mother and asked her if she could get a tune out of it? The greatest thing of all is what she did when she added cotton and white satin to turn a cigar box into a tiny coffin for Ray, my tiny preemie brother that only lived for two hours. In those days no money to neither buy a coffin nor pay for a funeral. The men of the family took a pick ax and shovel to the cemetery. Dad used a flat sand rock and carved name and date. In 2000 I replaced that broken sand rock marker with a small grave stone for Ray. Before I leave her to history I must tell you her life’s work that she felt a calling and did best. In those lean depression years everyone was poor as a church mouse so for pennies Sallie Jones Polley was known as a midwife. Sometime delivery a baby before the ole country doc got there. Then she also did the work at the other end of life by being nurse maid for the sick and dying. Then wash and I have the corpse clean and laid out before the undertaker could get there over the mud filled roads. 2nd row L. to R. Franklin Boyd, 7th child was 14 in this picture was known as just Frank like Queen he had pale blue eyes with blond hair that became dark red as an adult, as I remember him. He served in France during WWI then came home to marry his childhood sweetheart Cora Lee Cates. He raised seven children, two sons served in WWII, two others in later wars. Frank followed in his father’s work of carpentry which became his life’s work. He and my mother were very close and he became a big brother to her and was best man at her wedding. Only two of Franks Children now in their 70’s have survived to 2014. Roy Morrow, Gerts’ husband, next his older brother Almost (Queens’s husband) is holding one of their twins Lloyd. Lou Cinda called Cindy was the 5th child she married soon after their picture to Minus Clark and had two daughters and birthed a dead son. The most musically talented, played the guitar and had all the shills and talents of her siblings. This is her sad story, told to me by my mother. At 14 or 15 Mother Annie went to help in Aunt Cindy’s very difficult birth of a still born son.My mother nursed and took care of the house duties, as well as cared for two unruly little girls. Sixteen days after the heartbreak of a still born very large full term son, mother watched helplessly as did Cindy’s husband and doctor as life slipped away. In later years as my mother told me Cindy’s story still so real to her the tears flowed freely. Down the high way 630 south her (Cindy’s) legacy lives on in Concord General Baptist Church where her grandsons now serve and in the life of a great grandson as he preaches and pastors in a neighboring church. Lennie Miranda 2nd child was named for the grandfather Lyndon, Aunt Lennie never married She was jokingly called an old maid school teacher as she taught at various one room school locally she could walk to and those she had to ride. A house sitter to after the death of her beloved father she was sole provider for mam, since her teaching was mainly subbing she quit teaching (not enough money in it she became a house keeper for big wig families in Madisonville, Hopkins county seat. She rode a horse on Monday’s to Manitou and caught the train, boarded her horses at an uncle’s in the village until Friday evening to get home for Saturday and Sunday. She was never the great cook her married sisters were, but did have her mother’s fine stitchery and quilting ability. In my keep sakes I still have the lacey and delicate sun bonnet she made for my first daughter’s Easter bonnet. Never having any children of her own, she claimed the large brood of nephews and nieces she helped care for as her sisters gave birth to yet more. She had a pleasant voice and sang in the choir. What I remember most was at testimony time she always sings her; sometimes it was a chant forms the psalm or just a well-known hymn. I have at least one of her hymns she wrote, and I put it to music. Lennie was a very small woman like her mother but very dark in complexion, eyes and hair like her father. Very attractive young. I asked her one day why she never married as I’d been told she had plenty of suitors “Oh yes, she explained, I had plenty callers, but none could live up to the one I really loved. “What happened”? I asked “Oh honey, he just did not love me as much as someone else, as he married the other girl. None of the other boys could hold a candle and I just would not accept 2nd best. 17. “I was never lonely, my life was full caring for dad and working to support mama” Although I pressed, she never reviled her lost loves name. I’m sure it was because she knew I’d know the family. That was Aunt Lennie A beautiful little lady to the end. Oh not shy or retiring all the young ones respected her. She had that strict no nonsense nature of a school teachers. A mystery woman we all loved. Luther W. his name. The W. I’m sure was for his father Washington. The sixth child in line, the first son, so different from any of his siblings. The pride and joy of his father or both parents. Some said he was spoiled, but I don’t think so. He just did not follow the pattern cut out for him. His story is the saddest of all the Jones siblings. He seemed to have it all, looks with his coal black wavy hair and dark brooding eyes, really handsome. Even his education was more. He could have been a good teacher. He was quietly cable not much he could not do, just no love for the family business. He fell in love with his former eighth grade teacher. She boarded with the Jones as she taught at Veazey school so through her Luther got his higher education could have taught school but never did. He was an intellectually, good voice and all musical. Though he could have, he never proceeded with his music. The teacher insisted he was the best of the Jones family. He was quietly restless against all reason won the former teacher’s heart and married Agustia James who was eight years his senior. It may have worked had he been more inclined to settle down with a good trade. But Luther felt he loved the city life, no more county boy, farming or wood working. So soon after marrying they moved to Chicago, Ill and lived with his younger sister until he could find work easy. Bad move, oh he could work easy with his talents and quick to learn whatever trade necessary. What he did and where they lived, I don’t remember hearing. In the meantime, my mother and dad had moved to Chicago to his parent’s boarding house. She my mother had lost their first child, a boy and headed change of scenery. Luther’s story came mostly from her as I was not even yet a twinkle in her eyes. Things for him were on top of the world; even Luther’s baby sister Carrie, still single came and found work with my mother. One big happy family living in apartments close together? I have all sorts of pictures to prove it. Remember my dad was an avid amateur photographer armed with a box Brownie camera there was a mixture of all girls, guys that how. I know Luther was handsome enough to have been a male model. His wife, dressed in the very styles of the day, she was attractive enough, but a bit dowdy beside her very lovely sister, Which Luther noticed. Just what looks each had I’m not sure but each made good money for the roaring 20’s just before the crash. They looked good, even my very plain mother’s with her parent’s permanent smile was almost beautiful in her stylish short windblown bob with soft curls about her face. One Pictures I have all girls, mother, Carrie, Gusta and her sister with her two small children in tow also dressed like little models. Gustas big boney thinner looks a bit rounder? Luther made really good money had a good insurance policy on his family by 1920’s standards and he was riding high. He was never strong as he had the awful flu of 1917-1918 survived but, with damaged lungs. This younger brother Frank was snapped up in WWI. I guess as a kid he was more rugged and healthy. Even in childhood Frank could out doo older brother Luther Why some siblings seem to inherit the strong genes and some the weaker? While in Chicago Luther became a father. A son, then tragedy struck at five years later he lost his wife. Not sure why as I’ve heard various tales from family members one of which was a miscarriage gone badly. In the 1920’s and 1930’s many older women died from too early childbirth when a doctor is not able to stop the bleeding even in the hospital. The rumor it was supposed to have been self-induced. Life went downhill for Luther. The little Jones and James clan was losing its closeness. A sensitive man Luther believed in keeping ones commitments regardless. Not sure if he went with the body back to KY and laid to rest in her family (James) plot. His weak lungs were having a hard time standing up to Ill harsh winters. Depending totally on his sister in laws he moved back in to his sister in laws apartment for good to take care of a five year old. All my mother could say was, “Not good for him, all that money loving wench wanted was his money. But what else could he do? Luther was falling helplessly in love with her while all she wanted was what money she could get out of him. He worked when not able, but then my mother sort of lost track. Thrilled and scared late summer of 1928 and fall, she (Annie) was not having an easy time. With her baby due in January of 1929 she had to quit her job. Times were getting leaner but no one was worried so blinded by the roaring 20’s. My parents decided to move back to KY against all advice from dad’s mother. But looking at Chicago’s harsh winters and January being the worst my mother wanted to be with her mother at this baby’s birth in case something went wrong. Caught in a no win one sided love life, Luther was losing all battles, also the harsh Ill. Winter was winning his weak lungs were losing. What started out as a bad cold became much more. He pulled through Jan of 1929, so did mother. She carried me 10 months. In Feb Luther’s battered body and weak lungs gave up. He was brought back to Ky. My mother told me after her difficult near death birth for both of us Feb 26, 1929 she was unable to attend. Luther’s funeral in the family (Jones) Oakley Home church and interred his parents plot. I used to ponder why they were buried several miles apart. Was their marriage miles apart at the end? No one ever came out in so many words but somehow I just know the truth about Uncle Luther a man I met through mother’s eyes. Luther’s son was eleven when Luther died. Luther had worked hard, saved his money and had a good insurance to leave for the care of his son Harold. He had made his sister in law guardian. He trusts her to take care of his boy. Some say he was really in love with her and blind to all others advice. The best laid plans of Mice and Men. By 1933 all money was gone; she had somehow managed to have all transfer to in her name no longer had to account for every penny spent. Somehow the policy that was to take care of Harold until age 21 was no longer enforced. So fourteen year old Harold was sent home to Grandma James in KY. A widow and so poor from the 1929 crash she could hardly feed herself, let alone feed a growing boy with two hollow legs a city boy with no skills as to work on a farm in the country with no electric. Get my drift? He came with only a small cardboard suit case with worn out grown clothes. The tattered hand me downs he was wearing out grown suit of his cousin. He had his cousin’s freshman year books to start school that fall if he could pass entrance test but where would he get the fee? High school was not free in the 1930’s She, his auntie graciously sent the fee to Grandma James but where was the monthly money she was supposed to send for other school expenses? At sixteen and now very bitter toward his aunt in Illinois as all monies had dried up by then, Harold quit high school in the middle of tenth grade. These are his words to me. “Half starving he moved in with Aunt Sallie Jones Polley. I have another picture to draw from. I was five and starting school that fall. We were living in the big house (dad’s parents) Mother was expecting again and having a difficult time carrying. Harold was 19, he moved in with my parents to help. He read every spare minute never socialized (no dates) borrowed books, studied hard. I can say, I’m sure he could have passed any college exam. Farm work was just too hard for him. In the fall he was 21 he, was back in Chicago doing factory work. At least he was inside. This was during the outbreak of WWII. He had a good education even thou he never finished high school with regular diploma. Remember he borrowed and even bought books, studied hard to his is GED in 1942. His poor health had put him in 4-F and into war work for the rest of WWII. Like a big brother to me, in later years he was best man at my (Dorothy Miller-Shoulders) wedding in 1949, and in later years when my husband, Jim and I moved to Evansville, Indiana he lived with us until he met and married a cousin of my husband and fathered a son of his own. Like father like son? Not always sometimes it’s the reverse happens Luther begin life on top of the world. The most promising of Wash and Kits children. Through poor choices and then tragedy struck the complete loss of his health and his wife. Luther had money but poor judgment. When trust is misplaced He had fallen in love with his widowed sister in law and blind to what others could see. Why his son was her blood nephew, but that did not assure real caring love. Luther was a dying man and never knew. So his son started life alone and destitute except for an old granny, this city kid was a burden on. His auntie did not even buy him a decent suit of clothes for the bus trip home to KY After a year and a half with his poor destitute granny James, he finally found love and shelter with the Jones and Polley relatives. His uncle Carlos loved Luther’s son, as his own. I’ve heard my papaw Polley say “It’s a shame; Luther never lived long enough to see his grown son and what a good man he became.” After the learn years that son at age 32 found love of his own, a young widow with two children that learned to love him before they were to call him dad, then later a son of his own. What a blessing. Harold was much older than his father, Luther when he’s bad health and heart gave out. Yes, Luther started on top, ended too quickly and sad. His son begins in heart break at the age of five but ended full of years and blessing Wash and Kit would have been proud. (Of all my mother’s uncles, Luther fascinated me most. Lest-Carlos Polley, Sallie’s husband, my Papaw to be proud of he also gave me his genes full of music. His baritone blended well with Sallie’s high ladies tenor. (The opera has another name for a singer that easily hits high c.) I was surrounded from all sides with music. The song Sallie wrote to honor her husband after he died (a poem really). I put to music and sang it at her funeral. There you have it there is much more to be told of the Jones family from North Carolina. Their pioneer spirit and journey through the wilderness over the mountains, through the Cumberland Gap ending at the visible Bluffton Trace in Hopkins County, Ky. Why did they settle short of the fertile Ohio valley near the river? Was it the beautiful rolling hills and new ground of Creek Bottom land? It must have put to rest 24 Their wonder lust to settle in a tiny village in Webster County, a village no one would have never remembered or heard of except the battle fought and won without firing a shot around the old church at Burnt Mill as recorded in a small Civil War book called the Partisan Rangers. Many years later I had the privilege of being a sketching reporter at Providence (Webster’s co) City Park at the battle of Burnt Mill reenactment first battle in Western Ky. Later was at the setting of the historical marker on highway 120 as close to where my ancestors lived and attend the church. There is much yet to be recorded by now six generations to cover, but not here. Before I forget all the stories, I must record the trials and failures also the blessings of talent and professions the whole gammit of God green earth. From good to bad and back again. I am proud to have Jones blood running in my veins, they gave me much. In our veins runs the genes and DNA of the true America spirit, love of God and family and love of country. From Wales it ran all through the European nations as we settled in our new world. Then the Native American came close enough we enveloped their genes also. What was left? As they were brought from Africa to this county has now mixed European and native America with African blood, so, so now is there more? Oh yes! The latest for me is a bit of the Orient in two of my great grandchildren are part Japanese. No paper, no proof just a deep gut feeling I may also have a few drops of Hebrew blood. After all God scattered his people to every nation. Remember I went to school in Chicago during the beginning of the WWII years. My 8th grade class was 90% Jews from Germany and Poland escaping the great scourge to erase them. With the third or 4th generation of Lyndon’s family scattered to the 4 winds than some came back to KY when in the last 50 years we can be found all over KY and beyond. I feel we have come full circle. I leave you with lines taken from a childhood song we all learned in school and church. Red, yellow, Black and white, we are precious in his sight, God loves we children of the world so goes the song that fits my Jones family. Would love to hear from other jones family members from KY or have KY roots. Or any of the three families I feel so close to. The Newton’s, Polley’s so many like my Jones are gone. Lyndon still has several about but he had too many girls. I do not know who their sister married to. I’ve lost her line. Alexander a brother that settled here about had many sons. The Jones is still well intacted. This was written July 4th 2013 and revised April 2014 with additions. I was 85 in Feb 2014.
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