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The Enterprise, White Salmon, WA., October 30, 1958, page 1

SERVICE HELD SATURDAY FOR MRS. G. JONES

     Mrs. Geraldine Jones was born on September 4, 1910 at Zillah, Washington, and passed away here on Wednesday, October 22, 1958.
     She is survived by her husband, Guy T. Jones, Husum, one son, John of White Salmon and a daughter, Mrs. Dorothy Harris of Portland.
     Geraldine Jones had been a resident of this area for 29 years.
     Also surviving are her mother Mrs. Maud Chenaur of Zillah, a sister Helen J. Rolfe of Pasco and one brother, Glenn Chenaur, Los Angeles.
     Funeral services were held last Saturday at 2 p.m. at the Congregational Church in White Salmon. The Rev. Homer Coulson officiated. The Rev. Albert Allen of Hood River officiated at the grave-side services. Interment was in the IOOF Cemetery here.


The Mt. Adams Sun, Bingen, WA., October 30, 1958, page 1

DEATH SUMMONS MRS. GUY JONES

     Funeral services for Mrs. Guy (Geraldine Louise) Jones, 48, White Salmon, were held at 2 p.m. Saturday, October 25 at Bethel Congregational church in White Salmon.
     The Rev. Homer Coulson and Rev. Albert Allen officiated. Burial was in the Odd Fellows Cemetery. Gardner's Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.
     Pallbearers were Russell Kreps, Oliver Kreps, Ted Lehmann, Roy Anthon, Tony Guler and Harley Fordyce.
     Mrs. Jones was born Sept. 4, 1910 at Zillah and died at Skyline hospital Wednesday, Oct. 22. She was a resident of the White Salmon community for 29 years. Her mother's suggests that friends who wish may make memorial tributes to the Cancer Fund in care of Mrs. Jay Hawes of Bingen.
     Survivors include her husband Gut T. Jones and son John (Jack), both of White Salmon; daughter, Mrs. Dorothy Harris of Portland; mother, Maude M. Chenaur of Zillah; sister, Helen J. Rolfe of Pasco and brother Glenn Chenaur of Los Angeles, Calif.


The Mt. Adams Sun, Bingen, WA., October 30, 1958, page 5

IN LOVING MEMORY OF GERRY JONES

My friend, when we met
I do not know;
It was so long, long ago,
The wave of your hand
Your cheery hello,
I'm going to miss them so.
But it is best, you were called to rest
As you were meant to go.
And now, you're gone; your
no more shall you trod.
May your name into gold be written
In the autograph of God.

Bing Aplin

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