The light of the sun catches the
This girl picked up my brother’s child
Because with polio his mother was gone.
She lived where it was necessary to exert
The greatest endeavors for family
Through prairie cold, trials and hurt.
Clean and styled with comb and brush
The children’s hair always shining
Done with a wink and in a rush
Her children’s beauty was won
From the cow’s milk
Cold or hot, milking no fun.
Hands from dishes, bathes, the wash
Sometimes cracked and bled
All the while she watched the cash.
Waded through children’s sorrows
Stood quietly, lovingly beside them
Helped them through to the ‘morrows.
Buried a grand child
The hardest of all
Done with a tear so mild.
Goes she today, willingly, caring for my brother
Dresses him, walks beside, calls him “Father.”
Our own Freda, a study of woman, like no other.
Frieda and Arnold H. Jones, first son and daughter in law
Otis Jones by Lee's first wife Emma Soehnholz.
Back row, left to right: Arnold and Frieda's children:
Bruce, Dennis, Hugh, Glenn Jones