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This page is presented in honor of my late brother, Charles Wesley Jones, shown below on his wedding day in 1976 in Houston, Texas. He died of lung disease in January 2004, at the age of 61. I miss him more than I can express. When I was broke and in the Army and home on leave, Wes would slip me a $20 bill and a carton of cigarettes. I quit smoking 12 years ago. I wish he had. Shown left to right is Nina, my wife, 3 months after our son was born; Lois, his bride; Wes and me. I had as much hair as Nina back in the 70's! Dig the leisure suits, too! Lois has since relocated to Missouri to live with her brother and his wife. She's slowly adjusting to life without her husband of 27 years and taking dialysis three times a week. She's getting the care and attention she needs and I wish her health and happiness. We stay in touch with email.
That's my brother, Wes. He now rests comfortably forever in Elizabethtown, Kentucky, on his parent's property. It was a beautiful site to spread his cremains, a site prepared especially by his Dad. |
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Wes
at a very early age. 2? 3? Guess who's Dad was in the Navy?
Wes
growing up in Texas. 
Spike
and Tiny at our parent's house at Christmas. I don't remember which year. We
were called by those nicknames for many, many years. Spike got his from his
grandfather and I got mine from Spike. He said when I was born that I was his
"Tiny Bit." It stuck.
Looking
good in a formal tux. Probably for a wedding.
Looking
good in a white sport coat, obviously at Christmas. This was definitely in
Odessa, Texas, in the 60's.