VISITS WITH MY
GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDFATHER JONES
This is me with my paternal grandparents, Granderson Monroe
(Dutch) and Eva Mae Attaway Jones. I am
under one year old in this photograph, which dates this picture in the spring
or summer of 1942. The photo is at the
back of my grandparents’ home at the intersection of Pine Street and East
Fourth Street in Junction City, Louisiana.
Yes, it is Louisiana. They live
one block south of the Arkansas/Louisiana border, which is known as State Line
Road.
My grandfather died when I was nine years old and my
grandmother died when I was nineteen. Therefore,
my memories of them are cloudy. I knew
them as Granddaddy and Grandmother Jones, even though my grandfather had the
nickname of Dutch. This is the name that
was in the 1930 Federal Census and also on his tombstone. Even though I have asked all of my family, no
one has any idea where this nickname came from.
We would travel from Unionville to Junction City on Sunday
afternoons and they would always greet us with a warm welcome and open
arms. My favorite memory on our visits
was to come into the kitchen door and peek under the heavy white muslin table
cloth on the kitchen table that covered the leftovers from the larapin meal
that grandmother had cooked. There was
always my favorite hot water cornbread cooked just right and stewed potatoes
that had the most scrumptious taste of anything I had ever eaten.
Since my grandfather Jones died when I was about nine years
old, I have fond memories of him, just not too many of them. I remember my grandfather Jones as a small
man who was in a wheelchair and was always seated by the fireplace in the
living room of their home. I remember
him as confined to the wheelchair and with very poor eyesight. I have tried to remember him earlier in our
lifetimes at a time that he was active and able to move around. But, sadly that is too early in my childhood
for me to be able to remember.
My grandmother Jones died when I was about nineteen years old;
therefore, I have more memories of her.
I remember her when she was active and was able to move around with very
little trouble. Later on in life it was
difficult for her to get around and she was confined to her favorite chair in
her bedroom. After grandfather died she
was always glad to see us and still was a very good cook. One thing that stands out in my memory about
grandmother was she dipped snuff. She
always had a dip in he lip and had her spit can setting down next to her chair
so that it was always handy.
Since we lived with and next door to my maternal
grandparents I have many more memories of them.
But I still loved and cherished both sets of grandparents equally. By the grace of God, I have lived to see all
five of my grandchildren and two of my great grandchildren. I try to have those memory making moments and
events with them that will last them a lifetime.