A little while ago, we started introducing our readers to our mothers – three women now deceased but who remain with us as we go through each day. Rob began by sharing his feelings on the life and recent death of Electa Wiley. Now, it’s time to learn about the wonderful woman who shaped Henry’s life...
My first memories are of images and a voice. I learned at some early point in my life the images were pictures in books and the voice was my mother reading to me before I could comprehend. In subsequent conversations, I recognized those images as she showed me the books she had read to me from while I was still in her womb, continuing until I could read alone.
Freda Jones grew up in Warren, Arkansas where her nickname was “Honey” because of her personality. That loving, pleasant, upbeat, hopeful personality served her well all her life. She met my father, Henry L. Jones, Sr., at Arkansas Baptist college. They married in 1943 and I was born in 1945. She dropped out of college after my birth to take care of me and the second son they had four years later, Kenneth Wayne Jones.
Her decision reflected no lack of commitment to her education or to her teaching career. She simply did not want to leave our care to anyone other than herself. After Kenneth and I reached elementary school age, she returned to college, driving to Pine Bluff each day and graduating from Arkansas AM&N – now U of A Pine Bluff – in 1958. She taught in the elementary grades in the Little Rock school system for 30 years.
My brother and I benefited from her meticulous preparation each night
for the next day’s learning experience for her students. As we watched, listened and learned I do not exaggerate when I say Kenneth and I experienced love from the most loving and caring person we have ever encountered. This love was not extended to us only but to the kids in the neighborhood, the children at church and Sunday school, the students she taught, and almost anyone else who crossed her path. She taught us hate and bitterness were not options, but hope and faith must rule our lives. I still hear from students she taught. One of them wrote recently:
“My reflection on the life of Mrs. Freda Jones reveals a truly, truly, blessed life. This woman of God, woman of faith, wife, mother, educator, cook, petite, elegant lady impacted my life from the 5th grade of elementary school at Booker T. Washington in the South end of Little Rock, to my later years. As I entered the gospel ministry and furthered my theological education, I was blessed to be one of the many she prayed for. Thank you, Mrs. Jones, for your life-long impact and influence on my life. I shall never forget you. It is because of your sweet, caring, Christian spirit I am what I am today. I owe you. Thank you. I love you.”
I guess her nickname was always appropriate.
I visited my mother as she lingered in the hospital just before her death. The rainy day reflected my sadness as my tears seemed to merge with the downpour. But I experienced joy as I recalled:
IMAGES OF LOVE
Remembering pictures before understanding
And works before comprehension
A mother reads to an infant; an adult remembers the images and words
The love in those beginnings
Two boys knew only love
From the mother who answered all questions
(she said it’s the only way they can learn)
Explained all Dilemmas
And soothed all wounds
They saw her love of the lovable
And the not so lovable
Because we were watching?
No, it was just her faith requiring it
And we were the beneficiaries
We had cinnamon rolls after the snow storm
And pick-up sticks after the teachers’ meeting
Books and love and pecan pie and love
And lectures and love and church and you can do it
And love and take your time and love
And you’ll be fine and love
For He is watching
And love and love and love and love
We saw, felt, breathed and bathed in her love—
She gave in life—we must with each breath
Carry that love into each day as she continues
To spread that love where love is unending.
She told us to listen
Even to the clamor
Of a boisterous and undisciplined world
For if we listened
We could hear the small voice
Revealing the secrets of the universe
Follow that voice and your paths
Though not easy
Will lead to eternity
We’re still listening Mom
You just keep talking.
Beautiful expression about your mom Henry.
ReplyDeleteThanks Payne. You knew her well.
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