Peggy Jones

and her brother, Jimmy Jones,

and her Mother Gertrude Jones,

and her Grandma and Grandpa Jones.

and Daddy Dewain Jones.

My Mom grew up in Wilkes-Barre Pennsylvania. These were very tough times (the depression era), she knew what poor was, and often explained it to me later, but her memories and family always seemed rich to me. Here she is at 12 years old.

At sometime they moved to Baltimore. I often think of West Side Story, when I think of her during those days. I have pictures of running/dancing on city rooftops etc…and of course the boyfriends that could have starred in Grease.

She went to school in a very strict catholic school. She had a very educated understanding of many things, and this pertained to the church teachings as well. She never was overly strict in pushing her beliefs but never wavered from her faith as well – all this she passed along to me.

She was pretty smart, anyone who knew my mom knew of her intelligence, but was told early that her dreams of a college education was not for girls. Thus it seems nursing was the most challenging option for someone like her at the time.