|Birth: ||Feb. 3, 1943|
Cerro Gordo County
|Death: ||Jan. 28, 1995|
Santa Clara County
Memorial for my cousin Barbara, the reason I love genealogy.
San Jose, Calif. – Barbara Jean Jones, 51, formerly of Mason City, died on Saturday (Jan. 28, 1995) at her home in San Jose, Calif.
Memorial services were held on Monday (Feb. 6, 1995) at the Latter Day Saints Church, San Jose, with burial at Rebekah Cemetery, Saratoga, Calif. The body was cremated.
Barbara Jean Jones was born on Feb. 3, 1943, at Plymouth, Iowa, to Fred C. and Mary Jones.
Survivors include her mother and step-father, Mary and Cecil Shreckengost of Mason City; one sister, Lorraine and her husband Charles Arhart of Altus, Okla,; three brothers, Roland Jones and his wife, LaVonne, Walter Jones and his wife Cathy, and Steven Jones and his wife, Sonia, all of Mason City, also many aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and numerous cousins.
She was preceded in death by her father, Fred Jones, her grandparents, two infant brothers, many aunts and uncles, and her special aunt and uncle; Lucille and Richard Estal whom she lived with for awhile as a small girl.
****Thank you Brooke2 for sponsoring Barbara's memorial****
We are the chosen. My feelings are, in each family, there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the Story Tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called as if it were in our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us. "Tell our story." So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family you would be proud of us? How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships, their losses and building a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers. That is why I do my family genealogy and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.
Fred C Jones (1905 - 1972)
Mary Belle Wise Jones (1918 - 2001)
Walter Roy Jones (1941 - 2006)*
Barbara Jean Jones (1943 - 1995)
Gavilan Hills Memorial Park
Santa Clara County
Created by: GeneGraver
Record added: Jun 15, 2008
Find A Grave Memorial# 27574774