Whenever anyone asked Mom or Dad, “Why did you have seven kids?”, one or the other would give the same answer: “When we were married, we said we wanted four kids – two girls and two boys. And after the first four we had that combination. But… for some reason… we had three more.”
Lucky for me. I was the sixth.
The photo here is one of only two that shows all seven of us, and the only one I could find when I was preparing these pages. Taken on a family outing to Peterson Rock Gardens, Redmond, Oregon. This outing was long before Dad took up his rock-hounding and other geological pursuits, but I can only imagine he was already hatching plans…
C. M. Jones 1919-1997 