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Thanksgiving Tradition

My Thanksgiving tradition, that I want to share with you, is to read a letter written by my grandfather, Dr WW (Buck) Jones, to my grandmother, Adena, when he was a chaplain in the service during WWII.  I am thankful for them.

Reverend WW (Buck) and Adena Jones

Thanksgiving Day 1945

For some reason on this Thanksgiving day my thoughts have picked up that little phrase someone wrote us when we were married.  “May there be just enough clouds to make the sunset beautiful.”  Of course it would be quite a shallow view of life if we thanked God only for the bright and pleasant things.  For this would be such a dreadful place in which to live without the clouds and the rain.  Continue reading »

Kinder Place to Live


“On Memorial Day, I don’t want to only remember the combatants. There were also those who came out of the trenches as writers and poets, who started preaching peace, men and women who have made this world a kinder place to live.” —  Eric Burdon

Reverend W.W. and Adena Jones

Reverend Dr. W.W. (Buck) and Adena Jones

Thank you DaddyBuck for making this a kinder more generous place to live…


 

Patterns of a Kaleidescope

Reverend W.W. and Adena Jones

Legacy

As I prepare to spend the day with loved ones, friends so dear that the line between family and friends was blurred long ago by a friendship forged with my grandparents and passed along the generations, I recall once again the legacy that was left to me in both big and small ways. The legacy of love, of gratitude, of faithfulness.

(Thank you for indulging me once again in my Thanksgiving tradition of reading and sharing this beautiful inheritance.)

Thanksgiving Love Letter

Written on Thanksgiving Day, 1945 by my Grandfather, Rev. Dr. W.W. Jones to my Grandmother, Adena White Jones, before he returned home from serving as a chaplain in WW2.

Thanksgiving Day, 1945

For some reason on this Thanksgiving day my thoughts have picked up that little phrase someone wrote us when we were married.  “May there be just enough clouds to make the sunset beautiful.”  Of course it would be quite a shallow view of life if we thanked God only for the bright and pleasant things.  For this would be such a dreadful place in which to live without the clouds and the rain.  So I’m especially thankful today that I have you for my sunshine, and we can look out all our windows at the clouds, which will make our sunset beautiful, and that you will always be there to warm my heart when it is cold, to be my strength when I would falter, to hold my hand when I have lost the way.

Grandmommie & DaddyBuck

Grandmommie & DaddyBuck

All my reams of paper couldn’t contain the mercies that I’m thankful for today, for they pass my imagination in an never-ending parade.  The rain of yesterday, the bright sunshine of today; the little ponds of ice I saw outside this morning, a shelter warm as toast; memories, rich and mellow, embroidered with hearty friendship and camaraderie; enemies – and the joy of being able not to hate them; cool water from a spring on a long, hot hike; good food that makes one comfortable inside; flitting glimpses out of the past that now seems so far away, so much apart of another world that one gives pause to think-could it be so and could that have been me? Continue reading »