Saturday, October 4, 2008
Sweet Sixeen Birthday
Today, October 3, 2008, is Sarah Ann's 16th birthday.
How I wish we were there. She was going on a date to an October Fest. Tomorrow she will be going to her first Grown-up Dance wearing a beautiful black dress. Zack will be her date. There will be music by a DJ.
She's in my thoughts - This is a letter I wrote on October 5, 1992:
I so remember the tiny baby who arrived on a Saturday morning, October 3, 1992 at 2 a.m. She weighed 8 lbs. 3 ounces and was a beautiful little girl with lots and lots of dark brown hair. Only her Mommy and Daddy saw her eyes.
Mommy was in labor from Friday morning, but they did not go to the hospital until 7 p.m. Following the delivery the new parents were moved into a lovely room (similiar to a swanky hotel room with a double bed, rocker, recliner, television, and of course some of the necessary hospital furniture.)
Sarah Ann was moved in with them. Nurses kept a vigil, answering questions, demonstrating baby care and other procedures.
Becky tried valiantly to nurse, but the baby just didn't seem to be able to latch on. When she tried to pump out milk they didn't get much. The decision was made to try formula.
Sarah still didn't seem interested in eating - deep, deep asleep. Her weight began to drop, but that is natural with newborns, the doctor said. At 2 p.m. on Sunday afternoon they were dismissed from the hospital and went home.
Charlie and I got there in the middle of the afternoon - from our home in Richmond. The new grandpa took videos for the Michigan City grandparents, Colorado, Minnesota and Rolling Prairie relatives.
We were going to leave after about an hour, but Becky asked us to stay. She was exhausted and looked it. Stayed on the couch resting. Tim and Julie came with photos Julie had taken on Saturday afternoon at the hospital. Those sweet darlings had copies made so the kids could send them to all.
Matthew ordered a pizza - we left, Tim and Julie left shortly thereafter.
Matt says the baby fussed and fussed. Becky tried to feed her, but like she did when we were there, she only took about a teaspoonful and then slept for a time. Matt said she bawled for one period of about forty-five minutes, finally filled her pants and when she was cleaned up slept again, but only for a short time.
The new parents never did get into bed. Took turns sleeping on the end of the couch while the other one cared for the baby.
Becky was trying to feed her again a little before 5 a.m. She had put Sarah on her shoulder to burp when she felt the baby's little body go limp. She screamed at Matthew who grabbed the baby and began CPR. Becky ran to call the ambulance. The baby stopped breathing a second time and Matt got her back, this time blowing into her mouth.
By the time the ambulance came, Sarah was breathing normally again. They put her on oxygen, Becky held her and got into the ambulance for the ride to the hospital with Matthew following in his car. He called us on the car phone. We both got on the phone and talked him down to some sense of calmness until he got to the hospital.
Charlie left for work and we waited for the telephone to ring.
At 7:15 a.m. Matthew called to say Sarah was in an incubator, hooked to monitors and stable.
He asked if I could go to Michigan City and get Becky's mother. Called my boss, Dr. Burnett, to say I had to go to Indy, called Charlie and asked if he approved of the trip. Then I asked if he thought he could get the day off - he left the phone and came back to say he'd be home shortly for the trip north. It was now about 8:30 a.m. I called Matthew to tell him we were on the road.
We got to Michigan City about 12:30. Charlie drove Bob's car and Linda rode with me. Bob had never driven outside Michigan City - they had a "new to them" car Matt and Becky had just helped them choose.
We hadn't known he was coming along, but I did ask him to take the car, explaining, "This baby won't be as portable as the kids thought, they won't be able to drive up to bring you down for visits and take you back over a weekend. You're going to have to drive down there." He looked at me steadily and after a moment, said, "I can do it."
We stopped for gasoline in Wanatah, but it was a non-stop trip otherwise. I had been to the hospital when Matthew broke his hand and had surgery - so I led the way through downtown Indianapolis to St. Francis Hospital in Beech Grove.
The four of us walked into the rear end of the hospital administrative offices. I walked into an office and announced, "We're Sarah Ann Porter's grandparents - she's in the intensive care neonatal unit and we need to know how to ge there."
The woman, I assume one of the Sisters, picked up her keys, locked her office, took my hand, and began praying. She took us to the neonatal intensive care unit, ordered us to scrub up, put on gowns, and took us clear into the room where the incubator held our new granddaughter.
Sarah was sleeping. She had a needle in her tiny head, a bright red light attached to her tiny toe and other wires and monitors on her little body. She was such a beautiful baby, so healthy looking with a full head of hair, tiny little nose and a sweet smile.
Charlie and Bob were both overcome about the needle in her tiny head. The intensive care nurse began explaining all of the instruments and wires. Sarah was getting antibiotics with the intravenous needle as a preventive measure, should they find she had some sort of infectious disease.
We stayed with her for about ten minutes and then went out. Matt and Becky had been sent home by the doctor to clean up and get some different clothes.
When they got back, Becky looked ghastly - but so relieved to see her parents. Matthew is holding up well, but so glad we were there.
We stayed upstairs until about seven and then went down to have dinner. Charlie and I came on home to Richmond - we were both so spent - but needed to be back in Richmond for morning work. We simply can't afford to lose our jobs.
Oh, that reminds me, Thursday will probably be my last day on the job. Doctor Burnett closed his medical practice in Richmond last week. He saw his last patient on October 1. I'm doing telephone calls to patients and taking flak from people coming in and over the phone. He really took me by surprise when he came out Wednesday afternoon to say he was closing and going to practice nephrology in Kentucky.
I was really sick last week, ended up in the emergency room Friday because of what we thought might be accidental poisoning with flea powder and Ceclor. Flea powder caused my usual respiratory infection/discomfort, but the Ceclor I've taken for so many years really went haywire. Came pretty close to just saying goodby. Can't believe how lethargic and just plain couldn't move I got.
Anyway, Saturday thing got a lot brighter, especially with news of our first grandchild's arrival.
How I wish we were there. She was going on a date to an October Fest. Tomorrow she will be going to her first Grown-up Dance wearing a beautiful black dress. Zack will be her date. There will be music by a DJ.
She's in my thoughts - This is a letter I wrote on October 5, 1992:
I so remember the tiny baby who arrived on a Saturday morning, October 3, 1992 at 2 a.m. She weighed 8 lbs. 3 ounces and was a beautiful little girl with lots and lots of dark brown hair. Only her Mommy and Daddy saw her eyes.
Mommy was in labor from Friday morning, but they did not go to the hospital until 7 p.m. Following the delivery the new parents were moved into a lovely room (similiar to a swanky hotel room with a double bed, rocker, recliner, television, and of course some of the necessary hospital furniture.)
Sarah Ann was moved in with them. Nurses kept a vigil, answering questions, demonstrating baby care and other procedures.
Becky tried valiantly to nurse, but the baby just didn't seem to be able to latch on. When she tried to pump out milk they didn't get much. The decision was made to try formula.
Sarah still didn't seem interested in eating - deep, deep asleep. Her weight began to drop, but that is natural with newborns, the doctor said. At 2 p.m. on Sunday afternoon they were dismissed from the hospital and went home.
Charlie and I got there in the middle of the afternoon - from our home in Richmond. The new grandpa took videos for the Michigan City grandparents, Colorado, Minnesota and Rolling Prairie relatives.
We were going to leave after about an hour, but Becky asked us to stay. She was exhausted and looked it. Stayed on the couch resting. Tim and Julie came with photos Julie had taken on Saturday afternoon at the hospital. Those sweet darlings had copies made so the kids could send them to all.
Matthew ordered a pizza - we left, Tim and Julie left shortly thereafter.
Matt says the baby fussed and fussed. Becky tried to feed her, but like she did when we were there, she only took about a teaspoonful and then slept for a time. Matt said she bawled for one period of about forty-five minutes, finally filled her pants and when she was cleaned up slept again, but only for a short time.
The new parents never did get into bed. Took turns sleeping on the end of the couch while the other one cared for the baby.
Becky was trying to feed her again a little before 5 a.m. She had put Sarah on her shoulder to burp when she felt the baby's little body go limp. She screamed at Matthew who grabbed the baby and began CPR. Becky ran to call the ambulance. The baby stopped breathing a second time and Matt got her back, this time blowing into her mouth.
By the time the ambulance came, Sarah was breathing normally again. They put her on oxygen, Becky held her and got into the ambulance for the ride to the hospital with Matthew following in his car. He called us on the car phone. We both got on the phone and talked him down to some sense of calmness until he got to the hospital.
Charlie left for work and we waited for the telephone to ring.
At 7:15 a.m. Matthew called to say Sarah was in an incubator, hooked to monitors and stable.
He asked if I could go to Michigan City and get Becky's mother. Called my boss, Dr. Burnett, to say I had to go to Indy, called Charlie and asked if he approved of the trip. Then I asked if he thought he could get the day off - he left the phone and came back to say he'd be home shortly for the trip north. It was now about 8:30 a.m. I called Matthew to tell him we were on the road.
We got to Michigan City about 12:30. Charlie drove Bob's car and Linda rode with me. Bob had never driven outside Michigan City - they had a "new to them" car Matt and Becky had just helped them choose.
We hadn't known he was coming along, but I did ask him to take the car, explaining, "This baby won't be as portable as the kids thought, they won't be able to drive up to bring you down for visits and take you back over a weekend. You're going to have to drive down there." He looked at me steadily and after a moment, said, "I can do it."
We stopped for gasoline in Wanatah, but it was a non-stop trip otherwise. I had been to the hospital when Matthew broke his hand and had surgery - so I led the way through downtown Indianapolis to St. Francis Hospital in Beech Grove.
The four of us walked into the rear end of the hospital administrative offices. I walked into an office and announced, "We're Sarah Ann Porter's grandparents - she's in the intensive care neonatal unit and we need to know how to ge there."
The woman, I assume one of the Sisters, picked up her keys, locked her office, took my hand, and began praying. She took us to the neonatal intensive care unit, ordered us to scrub up, put on gowns, and took us clear into the room where the incubator held our new granddaughter.
Sarah was sleeping. She had a needle in her tiny head, a bright red light attached to her tiny toe and other wires and monitors on her little body. She was such a beautiful baby, so healthy looking with a full head of hair, tiny little nose and a sweet smile.
Charlie and Bob were both overcome about the needle in her tiny head. The intensive care nurse began explaining all of the instruments and wires. Sarah was getting antibiotics with the intravenous needle as a preventive measure, should they find she had some sort of infectious disease.
We stayed with her for about ten minutes and then went out. Matt and Becky had been sent home by the doctor to clean up and get some different clothes.
When they got back, Becky looked ghastly - but so relieved to see her parents. Matthew is holding up well, but so glad we were there.
We stayed upstairs until about seven and then went down to have dinner. Charlie and I came on home to Richmond - we were both so spent - but needed to be back in Richmond for morning work. We simply can't afford to lose our jobs.
Oh, that reminds me, Thursday will probably be my last day on the job. Doctor Burnett closed his medical practice in Richmond last week. He saw his last patient on October 1. I'm doing telephone calls to patients and taking flak from people coming in and over the phone. He really took me by surprise when he came out Wednesday afternoon to say he was closing and going to practice nephrology in Kentucky.
I was really sick last week, ended up in the emergency room Friday because of what we thought might be accidental poisoning with flea powder and Ceclor. Flea powder caused my usual respiratory infection/discomfort, but the Ceclor I've taken for so many years really went haywire. Came pretty close to just saying goodby. Can't believe how lethargic and just plain couldn't move I got.
Anyway, Saturday thing got a lot brighter, especially with news of our first grandchild's arrival.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Lovely fall weather
This is the nicest week - lovely fall weather with full moon almost every night. Clear and crisp, but not really cold.
Charlie got on the mower for the first time today -since his surgery. Tolerated the ride fairly well, but did go slowly, he said. Bottom a bit sore. He made chocolate chip cookies, I made an applie pie.
Football game in St. Joseph, Mich., tomorrow afternoon - tailgatting after. Should be a nice day. Just hope I feel better and not hurting as much. Walking in Wal Mart this morning seemed to be distressful - or something. Hurting really,really bad all afternoon. Taken extra Tylenol.
Watched Presidential debate - think Obama came out on top. McCain talks around topics, doesn't really answer questions, you can tell he's been coached. Obama seems more natural at reaching for answers.
Should be interesting when Palin and Biden debate. Interesting post today says that Biden will drop out of the race just before the election - citing ill health and Hillary will be named the vice-presidential candidate.
Wouldn't that give some people fits?
Seems as tho she and her husband do NOT go out of the picture. He was on The View and told Barbara Walters "Hillary has no interest in being vice-president."
Time will tell.
Sewing machine is so frustrating. Sixty-nine bucks to get it repaired and it's doing the very same thing as before. Knotting thread underneath (so bottom tension is somehow wrong) and won't sew out any design. Tried changing threads, needles, bobbins, but didn't turn anything on the machine for fear I'd make it worse.
Just looked up on-line and Erica's is open 1 to 4 on Sunday so I think we'll take a little ride on Sunday and see what they say. Have about ten awful samples to display.
Did look on E-Bay and see several Rose machines for sale - the new Designers go for $4,000 and there are a couple on E-Bay for $1,200. Interesting.
Charlie suggests perhaps trading in the Rose - since Husqvarna-Viking no longer makes the Rose and no longer is interested in technical support.
Charlie got on the mower for the first time today -since his surgery. Tolerated the ride fairly well, but did go slowly, he said. Bottom a bit sore. He made chocolate chip cookies, I made an applie pie.
Football game in St. Joseph, Mich., tomorrow afternoon - tailgatting after. Should be a nice day. Just hope I feel better and not hurting as much. Walking in Wal Mart this morning seemed to be distressful - or something. Hurting really,really bad all afternoon. Taken extra Tylenol.
Watched Presidential debate - think Obama came out on top. McCain talks around topics, doesn't really answer questions, you can tell he's been coached. Obama seems more natural at reaching for answers.
Should be interesting when Palin and Biden debate. Interesting post today says that Biden will drop out of the race just before the election - citing ill health and Hillary will be named the vice-presidential candidate.
Wouldn't that give some people fits?
Seems as tho she and her husband do NOT go out of the picture. He was on The View and told Barbara Walters "Hillary has no interest in being vice-president."
Time will tell.
Sewing machine is so frustrating. Sixty-nine bucks to get it repaired and it's doing the very same thing as before. Knotting thread underneath (so bottom tension is somehow wrong) and won't sew out any design. Tried changing threads, needles, bobbins, but didn't turn anything on the machine for fear I'd make it worse.
Just looked up on-line and Erica's is open 1 to 4 on Sunday so I think we'll take a little ride on Sunday and see what they say. Have about ten awful samples to display.
Did look on E-Bay and see several Rose machines for sale - the new Designers go for $4,000 and there are a couple on E-Bay for $1,200. Interesting.
Charlie suggests perhaps trading in the Rose - since Husqvarna-Viking no longer makes the Rose and no longer is interested in technical support.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Rolling history 1
Isn't it interesting - some folks are really curious about history?
Others could care less.
I'm one of the former.
The little house in Rolling Prairie where I grew up had kind of a different dining room. Mother (Nellie Marie Stoner Jones) had an elegant walnut buffet with matching round table and chairs in the dining room proper. As a grown-up I learned my father, Basil Ford Jones, had bought the dining room set for $100 from Aunt Mary Rust when her husband died. She added a lovely set of china (which we also saved for company) to the purchase. We never ate on that table - unless company was in the house.
Others could care less.
I'm one of the former.
The little house in Rolling Prairie where I grew up had kind of a different dining room. Mother (Nellie Marie Stoner Jones) had an elegant walnut buffet with matching round table and chairs in the dining room proper. As a grown-up I learned my father, Basil Ford Jones, had bought the dining room set for $100 from Aunt Mary Rust when her husband died. She added a lovely set of china (which we also saved for company) to the purchase. We never ate on that table - unless company was in the house.
We ate in a sort of an alcove/hallway to the kitchen attached to the back of the house. The alcove featured what looked like a restaurant booth - benches with high backs on either side of a wide table. The three of us would often fight over being "one" while the other two sat on the other side. We were very small when we lived in the house so my two brothers and I fit quite nicely on one bench - Mother and Dad would be on the other. Perhaps the booth was a throwback to a former life of the house - maybe as a coffee shop or cafe on the highway from New York to Chicago that wound its way through our little village?
The kitchen - I realize now - must have been an add-on. It stuck out from the house - its only connection at the alcove side of the house. Next to it on the back of the house were two windows spaced equally apart from the end next to the gasoline station on the west side of the house (former blacksmith shoppe of my grandfather). There was no running water - the only heat was a gas cookstove - but I can't truly remember what kind of gas. We carried water in pails from my Grandma Carrie's house next door. Her house had a pump that provided water to her house and the gasoline station.
Our house was quite small - beside the dining room was a living room and behind it a tiny bedroom just the size of my parent's bed. At the left-hand corner of the room was a stairway to an upstairs bedroom beside the unfinished attic.
The stair had a landing just four steps up from the bedroom - and on the landing was a register - it could be lifted out, leaving a large hole into the floor of a closet. My brothers and I would remove the register and clamber down into the closet below - coming out in a tiny room behind the dining room next to the alcove. We played spy games, hide and seek (even tho we knew where everyone was all the time in that little bungalow). Mother kept her sewing machine and most any clutter in that room.
On the east side of the house was a large platform/porch. I spent many hours out there in the shade of the big maples playing with paper dolls, reading and sometimes sharing with Mrs. Fuller.
Childhood in that little house was such a charmed time.
Flossie, Grandma Carrie, and my father, Basil Ford Jones, were such special adults who gave me perspective on growing up.
The kitchen - I realize now - must have been an add-on. It stuck out from the house - its only connection at the alcove side of the house. Next to it on the back of the house were two windows spaced equally apart from the end next to the gasoline station on the west side of the house (former blacksmith shoppe of my grandfather). There was no running water - the only heat was a gas cookstove - but I can't truly remember what kind of gas. We carried water in pails from my Grandma Carrie's house next door. Her house had a pump that provided water to her house and the gasoline station.
Our house was quite small - beside the dining room was a living room and behind it a tiny bedroom just the size of my parent's bed. At the left-hand corner of the room was a stairway to an upstairs bedroom beside the unfinished attic.
The stair had a landing just four steps up from the bedroom - and on the landing was a register - it could be lifted out, leaving a large hole into the floor of a closet. My brothers and I would remove the register and clamber down into the closet below - coming out in a tiny room behind the dining room next to the alcove. We played spy games, hide and seek (even tho we knew where everyone was all the time in that little bungalow). Mother kept her sewing machine and most any clutter in that room.
On the east side of the house was a large platform/porch. I spent many hours out there in the shade of the big maples playing with paper dolls, reading and sometimes sharing with Mrs. Fuller.
Childhood in that little house was such a charmed time.
Flossie, Grandma Carrie, and my father, Basil Ford Jones, were such special adults who gave me perspective on growing up.
Flossie had been a school teacher and raised two boys.
Grandma Carrie was rather young when widowed and became a nursemaid to townspeople when a new baby was birthed or when someone became housebound with illness.
Basil was a kind and gentle soul, beloved by all for his wise and serene personality.
Florence Fuller was our neighbor - she lived caty-corner across the street in a huge three-story house with a stone wall around its yard with her husband, Dr. Carl David Fuller. She loved to come to our house and iron for my mother. She also enjoyed eating with us - but only at lunch time.
Flossie, as most of the townfolk called her, was my friend. She read poetry to me, she would play soft songs on our piano for me and she always treated me as tho I was her age - and not just a childhood nuisance. Because of her, I learned to love the printed word - and how much music could soothe my soul when the world closed in with Mother's orders and my brother's taunts.
Florence Fuller was our neighbor - she lived caty-corner across the street in a huge three-story house with a stone wall around its yard with her husband, Dr. Carl David Fuller. She loved to come to our house and iron for my mother. She also enjoyed eating with us - but only at lunch time.
Flossie, as most of the townfolk called her, was my friend. She read poetry to me, she would play soft songs on our piano for me and she always treated me as tho I was her age - and not just a childhood nuisance. Because of her, I learned to love the printed word - and how much music could soothe my soul when the world closed in with Mother's orders and my brother's taunts.
Grandma Carrie made wonderful soft sugar cookies with just a hint of lemon. She always smelled so good - I think it was some sort of verbena scent. In memories of her I always see her in the rocking chair by the window in her dining room. On a small table was her Bible and whatever she was reading that week. We played anagrams (surely a trial for someone who loved reading and words to play with a kid who knew almost nothing).
Daddy never raised his voice - I never heard him utter a swear word and barely a cross word. He adored my mother - and she adored him. That was obvious whenever he came home from work they would meet in the archway between the dining room and living room and share an embrace.
Daddy loved to tease Mother. When he bought the first television in Rolling Prairie, a small black and white set, there was a variety show, often featuring a Spanish dance couple. Daddy would say to us kids, "Your mother and I know how to do that, but we've stopped because of . . . " and he would add some ridiculous phrase that had nothing to do with the dancing, the show, or my parents.
House on Prairie Street
Stories about the house on Prairie Street - we moved there when I was thirteen. Just a block away from the little house next door to my Grandma Jones and the filling station.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Good news!
We are back in Bloomington - wet and rainy trip down to Mooresville for Charlie's check-up with Dr. Johannson. Everything is fine! Now that he's gotten a go-ahead from the doctor, he'll probably do very well.
Hurricane Ike is approaching the Gulf Coast and terrorizing Galveston, Houston and even coming up our way with tornadoes. Siren rang while we were eating Tim's very good chicken pizza as warning. We are awaiting some ice cream to top the peach pie Tim made.
I have brought my knitting, finally figured out how to put it together without being twisted into a helix.
Also brought my digital camera, need to plug it in and charge the battery. Wish I had brought it before so I could have taken pictures of Franklin - the visiting dog. Will take some photos while we are here.
Julie is busy with shop, new employee's first day alone in the shop so she'll be going to open up.
Ringo is getting silly from the storm - he is so freaked by changes in anything.
Tim has returned with a HUGE box of frozen waffles for Dad and himself. Charlie really got turned on by the frozen waffles while staying here.
This is a new experience, having the blog.
Worked couple hours yesterday to get materials ready for the 9/22 retreat. Can't figure Joan out, she seems to be on the ball, but certainly didn't sound like it on the phone.
Seeing her in person Monday when we go to SB for Charlie's Protime.
Tuesday is worship committee meeting at the church, Thursday is meeting for Leighton folks at Blackthorn Country Club in SB - going just to see the building. Wednesday is lunch for Best Years Church Group at LP restaurant. Monday after that is retreat. Will be interesting to see how many people show up.
Want to get some sewing done with my machine - perhaps some sort of bookmark as decoration on the table for retreat lunch.
Not much else going on.
Hurricane Ike is approaching the Gulf Coast and terrorizing Galveston, Houston and even coming up our way with tornadoes. Siren rang while we were eating Tim's very good chicken pizza as warning. We are awaiting some ice cream to top the peach pie Tim made.
I have brought my knitting, finally figured out how to put it together without being twisted into a helix.
Also brought my digital camera, need to plug it in and charge the battery. Wish I had brought it before so I could have taken pictures of Franklin - the visiting dog. Will take some photos while we are here.
Julie is busy with shop, new employee's first day alone in the shop so she'll be going to open up.
Ringo is getting silly from the storm - he is so freaked by changes in anything.
Tim has returned with a HUGE box of frozen waffles for Dad and himself. Charlie really got turned on by the frozen waffles while staying here.
This is a new experience, having the blog.
Worked couple hours yesterday to get materials ready for the 9/22 retreat. Can't figure Joan out, she seems to be on the ball, but certainly didn't sound like it on the phone.
Seeing her in person Monday when we go to SB for Charlie's Protime.
Tuesday is worship committee meeting at the church, Thursday is meeting for Leighton folks at Blackthorn Country Club in SB - going just to see the building. Wednesday is lunch for Best Years Church Group at LP restaurant. Monday after that is retreat. Will be interesting to see how many people show up.
Want to get some sewing done with my machine - perhaps some sort of bookmark as decoration on the table for retreat lunch.
Not much else going on.
Jones Family
Orlando Wilson Jones I - 1864 - 1923
called "Landy" - he owned and operated a blacksmith shop in the center of Rolling Prairie, Indiana on Michigan Street.
Orlando was the son of John William Jones and Abigail Linder Jones who owned land between South Bend and Rolling Prairie
Orlando W Jones I married Carrie Lunetta Lampson - They had four children:
Orlando Wilson Jones II - 1899-1980 - married Johanna Studt
Minnie married Gus Gloor
Basil Ford married Nellie Marie Stoner, Feb 22, 1929
Nedra Lunetta married Earl Sylvester Dudley
Landy and Carrie's son
Orlando Wilson Jones II- 1890 - 1940- owned and operated a
gasoline station - automobile repair the former blacksmith
shop
Orlando W. Jones II married Johanna Studt - 14 June, 1922 - had three children:
Beverly (Sally)
Twins - Marilyn and Orlando Wilson Jones III
Minnie and Gus Gloor had four children:
James
Margaret
Betty
Jean
Basil and Nellie had three children:
David Clarence
Marcia Claudette
Robert Erle
Nedra and Earl had two children:
Vernon Sylvester
Gerald
Beverly (Sally) Jones married Robert Krenzke - had four sons:
Kerry
Brian
Lindy
Scott
Marilyn Jones married Robert Taylor - they had two children
Christine
Jon
Orlando Wilson Jones III married Sarah Gilmore - had one child
Debra
David Jones married Sherry Ann Emigh - had three children
Bruce David
Dirk Ward
Rebecca Ann
Marcia Jones married Charles Dudley Porter - had three children
Susan Lynn - married James Sims
Timothy Charles - married Julie Koeppen
Matthew Ford - married Rebecca Kuchik
Robert Jones married Patricia Krueger - had one child
Jodi Jill
Vernon married Barbara ??? - had one child
Christine
Gerald married Twyla ??? - had one son
Michael
called "Landy" - he owned and operated a blacksmith shop in the center of Rolling Prairie, Indiana on Michigan Street.
Orlando was the son of John William Jones and Abigail Linder Jones who owned land between South Bend and Rolling Prairie
Orlando W Jones I married Carrie Lunetta Lampson - They had four children:
Orlando Wilson Jones II - 1899-1980 - married Johanna Studt
Minnie married Gus Gloor
Basil Ford married Nellie Marie Stoner, Feb 22, 1929
Nedra Lunetta married Earl Sylvester Dudley
Landy and Carrie's son
Orlando Wilson Jones II- 1890 - 1940- owned and operated a
gasoline station - automobile repair the former blacksmith
shop
Orlando W. Jones II married Johanna Studt - 14 June, 1922 - had three children:
Beverly (Sally)
Twins - Marilyn and Orlando Wilson Jones III
Minnie and Gus Gloor had four children:
James
Margaret
Betty
Jean
Basil and Nellie had three children:
David Clarence
Marcia Claudette
Robert Erle
Nedra and Earl had two children:
Vernon Sylvester
Gerald
Beverly (Sally) Jones married Robert Krenzke - had four sons:
Kerry
Brian
Lindy
Scott
Marilyn Jones married Robert Taylor - they had two children
Christine
Jon
Orlando Wilson Jones III married Sarah Gilmore - had one child
Debra
David Jones married Sherry Ann Emigh - had three children
Bruce David
Dirk Ward
Rebecca Ann
Marcia Jones married Charles Dudley Porter - had three children
Susan Lynn - married James Sims
Timothy Charles - married Julie Koeppen
Matthew Ford - married Rebecca Kuchik
Robert Jones married Patricia Krueger - had one child
Jodi Jill
Vernon married Barbara ??? - had one child
Christine
Gerald married Twyla ??? - had one son
Michael
Thursday, September 4, 2008
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