Marcus M. Jones III
OXFORD — Funeral services for Mr. Marcus M. Jones, III, 67, will be at 3 p.m. Friday, January 9, 2009, at K.L. Brown Memory Chapel in Golden Springs with Dr. Roland P. Brown and Wayne Dunaway officiating. Entombment will follow at Forestlawn Mausoleum. The family will receive friends Friday from 1:30 p.m. until the service hour at the funeral home. Mr. Jones passed away peacefully at his home in Oxford on January 6, 2009 surrounded by his family. Mr. Jones was born and raised in Calhoun County. He attended Jacksonville State University. He worked for the Alabama Highway Department and later retired from Anniston Army Depot after 34 years. For the last 10 years, he worked as a computer analyst for Robbins Gioia. He was a lifetime member of Ohatchee Church of Christ. For the last ten years, he had attended Golden Springs Baptist Church with his wife, Jean, and was active in the Fisherman's Sunday School Class. He was loved by many for his gentle and kind spirit. He will be dearly missed. Mr. Jones was preceded in death by his parents, Marcus M. Jones Jr. and Vernice Calhoun Jones; a sister, Rebecca Jones Nunnelly; and his brother, Stanley Jones. Mr. Jones is survived by his wife, Jean Waldrop Jones; a daughter, Stacey Jones, of Gardendale; sons, Brett Jones and his daughter, Alexis, of Anniston, and Timothy Lucero, of Fort Bragg, N.C.; and blended family members Kelly Shrout and her husband and son, Mark and Garrett, of Huntsville.
Pallbearers will be Virgil Waldrop, Danny Nunnelly, Greg Calhoun, Jerry Calhoun, Jason Jones, and Ricky Jones. The family wishes to thank Melissa Matthews from New Beacon Hospice for the unwavering care she gave to Mr. Jones. Online condolences may be made to the family at www.klbrownmemorychapel.com
In lieu of flowers, the family gratefully requests donations be made to the Alabama Baptist Children's Home, P.O. Box 361767, Birmingham, Ala. 35236 (www.alabamachild.com); G and P Ministries, P.O. Box 138, Ohatchee, Ala. 36271; or to ChildHaven, P.O. Box 2070, Cullman, Ala. 35056 (www.childhaven.com). K.L. Brown Memory Chapel, 620 Golden Springs Rd., Anniston, Ala. 36207 (256) 231-2334
Published in The Anniston Star on 1/7/2009
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Aunt Martha
Born in Owensboro, Kentucky on Feb. 22, 1930
Departed on Jan. 2, 2009 and resided in Owensboro, KY.
As a kid I would tell my Aunt Martha that she looked like Elizabeth Taylor. I think she liked that. She made the best pecan pies. She will be missed..rc
Martha Duke Wilson, 78, of Owensboro, Kentucky died Friday, January 2, 2009, at her home. She was born on February 22, 1930 in Daviess County, Kentucky to the late Arch and Lottie Duke. She was a very active member of First Free Will Baptist Church, where she in the Ladies Auxiliary and women's Bible study group. She retired after 40 years of employment as bookkeeper for R.L. Wilson Masonry.
She is survived by her husband of 59 years, Lee Wilson; two sons, Richard (Connie) Wilson and Charlie (Sheliah) Wilson all of Owensboro; three daughters, Sharon Reeks (Mike Haven) of Owensboro, Darlene (Donnie) Taylor of Hanson, KY and Mary Jo (Butch) Davis of Owensboro; ten grandchildren, Charlotte (Jeff) Davis, Ricki Lee (Nicky) Chambers, Jenny (Terry) Koller, Kevin (Leslie) Wilson, Fonda Reeks, Dustin (Stephanie) Taylor, Don Charles (Julie) Taylor, Kelley (Alan) Russell, Khristina (Chad) Onstott and Kimberly (John) Hill and eighteen great grandchildren, Taylor & Madison Davis, Keign & Des'ire Chambers, Corey, Mary Kaitlyn and Alyssa Koller, Preston Wilson, Emily and Lauren Taylor, Zach, Seth & Cody Taylor, Savanna & Davis Russell, Laney Onstott and Kendra & Addison Hill.
Services are at 11:00 a.m. on Monday, January 5, 2009 at First Free Will Baptist Church in Owensboro. Burial will follow in Rosehill Cemetery in Owensboro. Visitation is from 2:00-6:00 p.m. on Sunday at James H. Davis Funeral Home and after 9:00 a.m. on Monday at First Free Will Baptist Church. Expressions of sympathy may take the form of donation to Hospice of Western Kentucky, 723 Harvard Drive, Owensboro, KY 42301 or First Free Will Baptist Church, 4314 W 5th Street Road, Owensboro, KY 42301.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Happy New Year!
There is no wisdom, no insight, no plan that can succeed against the LORD.
-- Proverbs 21:30
-- Proverbs 21:30
Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday Morning
I did not awaken early this morning but the cats were determined to get me up to fill their food dishes. They succeeded.
The coffee is brewed. It is a new pot, a Cuisenart, probably not spelled correctly. It is capable of grinding the beans and making the coffee in one action, all together. Interesting. But today I just scooped six portions of already ground coffee into the filter and pressed the button. Of course, the grinder started right up so I had to stop it all, push the no grind, and then press the ON/GO button. Interesting. My coffee is a bit weak compared to the brew that my husband has been making for us since Christmas. Interesting. I need to add more grounds.
The dryer is working hard in the laundry room. One load in and another finishing up in the washer. A good portion of laundry is washed, dryed, folded and put away on Mondays, if not all. I add dryer sheets to the magnetic dry erase board now residing on my refrigerator door, another holiday gift to me from my husband. It is interesting those things that make life run a bit more efficiently.
The rugs are shaken and draped over the deck railing to get a bit of air, while I sweep the kitchen and laundry room floors. This could be done twice a day, but it isn't. We have a couple of indoor cats and with that comes the litter box. I am not complaining. I am thankful for a good litter box and odor absorbing litter, always waiting to be purchased on the shelf at Wal-Mart.
I used a broom on the floor this morning, rather than the semi-new swivel sweeper contraction that I had ordered from QVC a while back. Sometimes you just need a broom and today is it. It a quiet process and if I were smart, I'd mop it now. But usually I reserve that activity for after I vacumn the bare floors, an even more exact cleaning, if there is even such a thing.
I notice as I walk through the living room that the surfaces are dusty. It is particularly noticable as I have opened the front door, allowing in the suns warmth and light. I wonder if the couch is dirty and pop the arm with my hand to see dust scatter everywhere. Yep, it's dirty. I should drag out the Kirby and tackle the surfaces today, but I don't know if I will or not. We'll see. After all, the sun is shining and it might be the perfect day for some outside leaf cleanup, and Will and Bruce are both home.
There have been times in life when I would find this list of activities a bore and possibly even unimportant, but now is not that time. I have learned better. It is an illusion to think that life if a canvas of everchanging tasks, each one more interesting than the first. In reality, we do many things over and over again because they continually need to be done. We get them clean but for a moment and then it's time to do again, depending on the level of clean you require to be satisfied. That is a varying measure to be sure. The list of such is endless really and that in itself is proof that we look at it wrong to come to that conclusion. There is bill paying, grocery buying, laundry, cleaning, emptying the trash, cooking, maintenance on any and everything mechanical, to name just a few. It all counts. A novel statement but remember it. It is important.
I'm glad that God is gracious enough to provide me with a continual cleaning of my sins. Just about the time I get cleaned up, there's another mess in the making. He knew there would be and so, there is my Messiah. The good news is that we get to share Him. Now 'that' is satisfaction in a job well done. Thank you God. I must be about the Fathers' business now.
The coffee is brewed. It is a new pot, a Cuisenart, probably not spelled correctly. It is capable of grinding the beans and making the coffee in one action, all together. Interesting. But today I just scooped six portions of already ground coffee into the filter and pressed the button. Of course, the grinder started right up so I had to stop it all, push the no grind, and then press the ON/GO button. Interesting. My coffee is a bit weak compared to the brew that my husband has been making for us since Christmas. Interesting. I need to add more grounds.
The dryer is working hard in the laundry room. One load in and another finishing up in the washer. A good portion of laundry is washed, dryed, folded and put away on Mondays, if not all. I add dryer sheets to the magnetic dry erase board now residing on my refrigerator door, another holiday gift to me from my husband. It is interesting those things that make life run a bit more efficiently.
The rugs are shaken and draped over the deck railing to get a bit of air, while I sweep the kitchen and laundry room floors. This could be done twice a day, but it isn't. We have a couple of indoor cats and with that comes the litter box. I am not complaining. I am thankful for a good litter box and odor absorbing litter, always waiting to be purchased on the shelf at Wal-Mart.
I used a broom on the floor this morning, rather than the semi-new swivel sweeper contraction that I had ordered from QVC a while back. Sometimes you just need a broom and today is it. It a quiet process and if I were smart, I'd mop it now. But usually I reserve that activity for after I vacumn the bare floors, an even more exact cleaning, if there is even such a thing.
I notice as I walk through the living room that the surfaces are dusty. It is particularly noticable as I have opened the front door, allowing in the suns warmth and light. I wonder if the couch is dirty and pop the arm with my hand to see dust scatter everywhere. Yep, it's dirty. I should drag out the Kirby and tackle the surfaces today, but I don't know if I will or not. We'll see. After all, the sun is shining and it might be the perfect day for some outside leaf cleanup, and Will and Bruce are both home.
There have been times in life when I would find this list of activities a bore and possibly even unimportant, but now is not that time. I have learned better. It is an illusion to think that life if a canvas of everchanging tasks, each one more interesting than the first. In reality, we do many things over and over again because they continually need to be done. We get them clean but for a moment and then it's time to do again, depending on the level of clean you require to be satisfied. That is a varying measure to be sure. The list of such is endless really and that in itself is proof that we look at it wrong to come to that conclusion. There is bill paying, grocery buying, laundry, cleaning, emptying the trash, cooking, maintenance on any and everything mechanical, to name just a few. It all counts. A novel statement but remember it. It is important.
I'm glad that God is gracious enough to provide me with a continual cleaning of my sins. Just about the time I get cleaned up, there's another mess in the making. He knew there would be and so, there is my Messiah. The good news is that we get to share Him. Now 'that' is satisfaction in a job well done. Thank you God. I must be about the Fathers' business now.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Confessions of a pack rat
I confess. I am a pack rat. It is official. I inherited the gene, from my Dad, best I can tell.
It started innocently enough with the tissue paper, gift sacks, store sacks, box, bow & assorted ribbons and such like. Let us not forget to acknowledge all of those clear plastic zipper bags that linens and such come in these days, yes, I saved those too. Well, you know, they come in handy sometimes, something to put 'stuff' in. :)
But, it is 'out of hand'. Most things like this do get out of hand eventually, when you 'store up' things.
I just opened the chifferobe doors and won't tell you how much of this stuff is packed into it and falling out of it. Time to repent, recycle and purge it. Yep, I confess.
It started innocently enough with the tissue paper, gift sacks, store sacks, box, bow & assorted ribbons and such like. Let us not forget to acknowledge all of those clear plastic zipper bags that linens and such come in these days, yes, I saved those too. Well, you know, they come in handy sometimes, something to put 'stuff' in. :)
But, it is 'out of hand'. Most things like this do get out of hand eventually, when you 'store up' things.
I just opened the chifferobe doors and won't tell you how much of this stuff is packed into it and falling out of it. Time to repent, recycle and purge it. Yep, I confess.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
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