Photo: Dad and Uncle Bob, each on one side of the Continental Divide in Wyoming, peeing.
In the winter of 1948-49, Dad and his brother Bob took welding jobs in the oilfields in Wyoming. Mom, with three kids and the fourth on his way, stayed behind in Portland. Dad and Uncle Bob told stories about their wild days in the oilfields forever after, including the tale of being (briefly) arrested because they were mistaken for some escaped convicts–the “notorious Jones brothers”.
“Another shot of your hubby – this is the way we came down off the top.” 
“This is your pappy standing on center pole, taken from bottom of tank.”
Dad and Bob were still in Wyoming when my brother Craig was born on New Year’s Day, 1949. Dad sent a letter welcoming him, promising to be home to meet him soon, and adding, “Kiss your momma for me. This is one New Year’s resolution we’re going to keep!”
C. M. Jones 1919-1997 