Welcome to my genealogy homepage. I have been interested in genealogy for about 22 years. I am a native Texan and love living among the pine trees. The surname Jones is a hard name to research since it is such a common name. I have hopes that someone will see this page and contact me with information that will help me and that in turn I can help them with information I have. My gggrandfather was James Jones. He was born in 1822 in Alabama. He married Frances Ellen Hicks who was born in 1828 in Georgia. Frances died in 1902 in Columbia Co., Ark. and is buried in Shongaloo Cemetery, Webster Parish, La. They had four children: Savanna, Titus Taswell (my ggrandfather), Ellen and William "Willie". James enlisted in Co. E, 2nd Georgia Cavalry Regiment in 1862 at Griffin, Ga. for the Civil War. In October of 1863 he was captured at Sugar Creek. He was taken first to Louisville, Ky. and then to Camp Morton Indiana on October 21, 1863. He died there on March 10, 1864 of erysipelas. Sometime after the war, James Jones and the other 1615 soldiers that died at Camp Morton were transfered to Greenlawn Cemetery in Indianapolis, Indiana. Unfortunately this was not a permanent resting place for the soldiers remains. The cementary became abandoned and neglected due to the fact that the White River bordered the cemetery. Erosion became a major factor and many of the graves were in danger of washing away. In October, 1931, the bodies of the soldiers were moved to a common grave in Crown Hill Cemetery. A marker at the spot is enscribed "Remains of 1616 unknown Confederate Soldiers that died at Indianapolis while prisioners of war". This marker is somewhat misleading since the names are known. There is a marker at the old Greenlawn Cemetery (now Garfield Park)that lists the names of the soldiers. I am looking for any information about James Jones parents and siblings AND about Frances Ellen Hicks parents and siblings. If you have any knowledge of them or think that they might connect to your family line in any way please contact me.

I have quite a few old photos of family which I would like to share with those of you that are interested.  Sadly, I also have quite a few old photos that I cannot identify.  I have hopes that someone will come along and tell me who they are, and even claim a few of them. Photo Album

Every U Down In Uville

Every U down in Uville liked the U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated the U.S.....the whole U.S. way,
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say.

It could be his turban was screwed on too tight,
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!

They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I must keep all the U's and S's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses.

They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules.
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,

Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.

"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,

Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!

He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!

He hadn't stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.

So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!

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