His Words...His Blog
Family Memoirs by Martin Jones
HOPPING ON THE MEDIA TRAIN Posted on August 26, 2012 by Martin Jones
Over nearly 87
years of living, I have had many ideas of how people and I should live.
Personally, I have made many mistakes that I don’t like to think about. I wish
foresight was as effective has hindsight. For over thirty years now I have had
a computer and have saved many of my thoughts as documents on my computer.
Some I sent to the editor, and had several things published. Many of course
were rejected.
I have opened the blog at the urging
of some of my grandchildren. They are really into Facebook so I will share most
of my blogs on Facebook. Stay tuned.
Granddad’s Roots part 1 Posted on September 5, 2012 by Martin Jones
ANCESTRY
I know that my great, great grandfather Martin Jones was born in 1816. He died
at a relative young age. I know that he was married to Keziah Busby, and I know
that they had one son named Martin E.B. Jones. Somewhere along the line I
learned that they were also raising another boy, adopted or otherwise, named
Charles McCloud. I have no idea what relation the boy was to them. Evidently
Martin E.B., my Great Grandfather considered him as his brother.
Getting to this point in trying to
trace my roots required putting pieces of the puzzle together. Man how I wish
that when my grandfather was alive I had gotten him to relate to me his roots
and I had put them down. I did not get to know my great grandfather. As a very
young child I remember one thing about him. My grandfather lived on a sandy
land farm north of Thalia, Foard County, Texas. As far back as I can remember
there was a whole nest full of Joneses living in and around Thalia. It seems
that a bunch of them had gathered at the farm one day. A very traumatic
experience causes me to remember it. I could not have been more than three or
four years old. There was a huge rooster around and he attacked me. Looking
back now I am glad that it happened. My great grandfather got that overgrown
bird off me. Had it not been for this attack I would not have ever been able to
say that I remember my great grandfather. It is the only thing I remember about
him. I can even almost see him in my mind.
