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.

Jen & Ryan's wedding - Jen's family

Wisest man I ever knew

Two pilots, mine and the plane's

first picture

This is the picture that was on the web with the mural info.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

My first Blog entry

Visiting with Tater, Coco and Ellie - having fun with them.
Humans are fun also!