Born in Oklahoma to Cecile Agnes Jones

Name: Coleman Jones
Birth: 12 May 1905
Death: Jan 1981 - Ardmore, Carter, Oklahoma, United States of America
Civil: Oklahoma

U.S. World War II Army Enlistment Records, 1938-1946
Name: Coleman R Jones
Birth Year: 1905
Race: White, Citizen (White)
Nativity State or Country: Oklahoma
State of Residence: Oklahoma
County or City: Carter

Enlistment Date: 17 Mar 1942
Enlistment State: Oklahoma
Enlistment City: Fort Sill
Branch: Branch Immaterial - Warrant Officers, USA
Branch Code: Branch Immaterial - Warrant Officers, USA
Grade: Private
Grade Code: Private
Term of Enlistment: Enlistment for the duration of the War or other emergency, plus six months, subject to the discretion of the President or otherwise according to law
Component: Selectees (Enlisted Men)
Source: Civil Life

Education: 2 years of college
Civil Occupation: Clerks, general office
Marital Status: Single, without dependents
Height: 77
Weight: 241

Name: Coleman Jones
Home in 1930: Ardmore, Carter, Oklahoma
Age: 24
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1906
Birthplace: Oklahoma
Relation to Head of House: Son
Parent's Name: Cecile Carter
Race: White
Household Members: Name Age
Cecile Carter 46
Coleman Jones 24
Jewel Whittington 40
Willis Whittington 42

Name: Coleman Robert Jones
[Colman Robert Jones]
Home in 1920: Ardmore Ward 2, Carter, Oklahoma
Age: 14
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1906
Birthplace: Oklahoma
Relation to Head of House: Son
Father's name: Charles D Carter
Father's Birth Place: United States
[United States of America]
Mother's name: Cecile Agnes Carter
Mother's Birth Place: United States
[United States of America]
Marital Status: Single
Race: White
Sex: Male
Able to read: Yes
Able to Write: Yes
Household Members: Name Age
Charles D Carter 51
Cecile Agnes Carter 36
Stelle La Flore Carter 27
Julia Josephine Carter 23
Benj Uisnor Carter 20
Coleman Robert Jones 14

Name: Coleman Jones
Age in 1910: 5
Estimated Birth Year: 1905
Birthplace: Oklahoma
Relation to Head of House: Son
Father's Birth Place: Missouri
Mother's name: Cecil A Jones
Mother's Birth Place: Texas
Home in 1910: Ardmore Ward 4, Carter, Oklahoma
Marital Status: Single
Race: White
Gender: Male
Household Members: Name Age
Cecil A Jones 26
Coleman Jones 5
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Suggested Edit: Find a Grave contributor, JSM has made the following suggested edits.

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Suggested edit: Recluse Yields to Interview – Disavows Unrequited Love Tale He could have lived at any place at any time and from the stories that go around about him you would believe he has. There are probably a multitude of stories hidden behind Coleman Jones' gnarled white beard that he thinks is just easier to let grow than to shave off. Same goes for his old patched clothes and bicycle. Coleman says he doesn't have any need to dress or act for society, though at one time he had.
Coleman Jones, Ardmore's man-myth, isn't really that different – more than likely every town has someone a little like him. An old man or woman people invent all kinds of stories about. He could be an eccentric hermit who keeps millions of dollars buried in cans in his backyard. Or an unkempt old lady who lives with cats or dogs and all of the children say is a witch. A storybook ogree or a benevolent Kris Kringle, depending only on how far one's imagination can stretch. Coleman says those stories about him aren't true, but his blue aged eyes, shining with life's experiences, seem mischievously to contradict his denial of the rumors. "I hear stories all the time", said Coleman, parking his bicycle by the broken-slatted front porch of the once stately house where he was born. The house now so overgrown with bushes it appears to be abandoned. "A youngster about 8 or 9 came by the other day and began telling me things about myself. It was right interesting", he said, beginning a rare interview possibly meant to dispel the legends.
Probably the most widely told story is that the man, now 72, was a Harvard law student, who after being jilted by a beautiful woman, became a recluse. He supposedly walked every day to the post office and mailed a letter to his lover at precisely the same time. The woman never married him though, and Coleman himself has never married anyone. "I don't know where they dug that one up – that I have a hermit lifestyle because of unrequited love. There is nothing to that but imagination", said Coleman, shaking tobacco from a cotton pouch onto a slightly crumpled cigarette paper. The soft voice and wide vocabulary of the man, however, are echoes of his eastern schooling and he admits he did attend Dartmouth and study engineering.
Though born in Ardmore and reared as the step-son of Charles Carter, congressman and descendant of the county's namesake, Coleman says he was bounced across the country as a child, beginning his widely-varied life. He was enlisted in the U.S. Air Force for 15 years in the weather services. He was also a pilot for several aircraft companies and flying services. He has held many technical positions he prefers to leave as vague memories. "I've done many forms of work in many parts of the country. I have never stayed in one place too long", he said, sealing, then lighting his hand rolled cigarette. Coleman is still consistent in liking to be on the move.
Ardmoreites can see him almost anytime, solitarily riding his bicycle, pronounced bi-cycle across town even as the scorching southern Oklahoma sun bleaches his beard even whiter. His basket is full of rags or bottles. He won't say exactly what he does all day, but admits he helps out friends and neighbors with errands, chores around the house or yard, or buying groceries. "I like to do anything I can to help people out", he said, carefully dusting the ashes from his cigarette. His chambray shirt is worn, but carefully patched and his khaki pants held up by suspenders. This summer's straw hat will soon be replaced by a wool stocking cap or maybe a bandana until its winter. "I know people think I'm a peculiar looking creature", he said with a laugh.
But the old man still carries his tall frame with dignity and his scruffy appearance can't hide a once-handsome face, now weathered and lined. The man, intelligent, educated, and from all accounts probably once very wealthy could have been anything he chose. Why then has he rejected the trappings of conventional society? A very practical answer lies behind all these seemingly strange things, according to the old man. He rides a bicycle to stay active. "Once upon a time I could walk from here to Main Street in 12 minutes. I can't do that now so I ride this thing", he says of his old Schwinn which has a special strap across the basket for his cane. "I think I need only the bare necessities", he said. "I've never had any want or desires for anything you might call luxuries." Re-lighting what is left of his cigarette with a Zippo lighter, Coleman makes one wonder how his whole beard keeps from going up in flames. "That has been a point of interest to many people," he jokes. "They expect the whole conflagration to go up at any minute."
Coleman says during his lifetime he has had a full beard three times. "I used to shave with an electric razor, but it was rather inconvenient. I thought confound it, I'm going to quit this, so I did." Haircuts kept getting more and more expensive so Coleman eliminated those too from the military pension budget he says he lives on. "I'm old enough and contrary enough to know I don't need to dress for business appearances, so escribe himself, Coleman says the image of him as a hermit is especially wrong. "I couldn't be with as many people as I know. All the old bunch has passed away, but I still keep in touch with their families." Since Coleman's father died when he was only three, he says he learned of death early. Still he grows a little melancholy as a funeral procession passes his house and he mentions names many people have heard only in the obituary pages. "This hot spell nearly got me," Coleman said, once again mounting his chrome-lated Schwinn. "I tried to get the doctor to tell him I've got a heart problem, but he wouldn't do it." True to his philosophy of living each day as it comes, Coleman reminds himself that he can't just sit in a rocker and pat his foot. He's got to be on the move. And with a kind parting word, the man peddles off for some unknown destination. The rumors denied, but the mystery still intact.
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