Tammy was the daughter Bobby Jack and Juanita Curl Jones. Paternal grandmother was Beddie Mae Daniels and her maternal grandparents were Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Rachels of Swainsboro, Ga.
She had two sisters Angela Marie and Patsy Faith, three brothers Jackie Dennis, David Nathaniel, and Robert Mark Jones.
Tammy was a loving and sweet child truly loved by all her family and friends.
Where the children are:
What kind of place would heaven be,
With all its streets of gold, if all the souls,
That dwell up there like yours and mine, were old
How strange would heaven's music
sound when harps begin to ring,
If children were not gathered round
to help the angels sing.
She had two sisters Angela Marie and Patsy Faith, three brothers Jackie Dennis, David Nathaniel, and Robert Mark Jones.
Tammy was a loving and sweet child truly loved by all her family and friends.
Where the children are:
What kind of place would heaven be,
With all its streets of gold, if all the souls,
That dwell up there like yours and mine, were old
How strange would heaven's music
sound when harps begin to ring,
If children were not gathered round
to help the angels sing.
Tammy was the daughter Bobby Jack and Juanita Curl Jones. Paternal grandmother was Beddie Mae Daniels and her maternal grandparents were Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Rachels of Swainsboro, Ga.
She had two sisters Angela Marie and Patsy Faith, three brothers Jackie Dennis, David Nathaniel, and Robert Mark Jones.
Tammy was a loving and sweet child truly loved by all her family and friends.
Where the children are:
What kind of place would heaven be,
With all its streets of gold, if all the souls,
That dwell up there like yours and mine, were old
How strange would heaven's music
sound when harps begin to ring,
If children were not gathered round
to help the angels sing.
She had two sisters Angela Marie and Patsy Faith, three brothers Jackie Dennis, David Nathaniel, and Robert Mark Jones.
Tammy was a loving and sweet child truly loved by all her family and friends.
Where the children are:
What kind of place would heaven be,
With all its streets of gold, if all the souls,
That dwell up there like yours and mine, were old
How strange would heaven's music
sound when harps begin to ring,
If children were not gathered round
to help the angels sing.
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