Uncle Paul left home at the age of 16 and joined the Civilian Conservation Corps before later enlisting in the US Army.
He was my Aunt Boots' husband. He was a strong, hearty and athletic man, who finished his Army career as a Master Drill Sargent. He loved his work very much and was well suited to the perfection and discipline such a position dictated.
Uncle Paul fought during War World II and was involved in the liberation of Dachau. He was plagued with violent memories of these experiences for the rest of his life and found the need to express them occasionally. These stories were fascinating accounts of firsthand knowledge that I soaked up in awe of man's ability to overcome dire tragedy, as I felt Uncle Paul had so effectively done.
He painted the interior of his home pale blue because it was his beloved Boots' favorite color and adorned it with the softest hues of cream, gold and pink in her honor - such a contrast to the vibrant overtones of his own personality.
When Aunt Boots was afflicted with emphysema at an early age, Uncle Paul took over all household duties. He cooked elaborate meals daily (the most memorable meals I had in my early life were prepared by Uncle Paul's hands and I always looked forward to being seated at his table). He kept everything in perfect order inside and out, bringing in flowers to sit by Aunt Boots' bedside daily. She was his heart's love and the efforts with which he cared for his home and Aunt Boots herself revealed a man who was capable of loving very deeply. He waited on her hand and foot, always with joy and warmth, and relished these responsibilities following his retirement, taking great pride in the quality of life he was able to extend to Aunt Boots even as her body failed her. She was his gem and his reason for diving headfirst into everyday.
He once related to me that during their romantic moments, he referred to her by her proper name only, and though that was the only time he used it, he never once in all their years together said, I love you, Boots, but instead, always, I love you, Lucille.
After Aunt Boots died, Uncle Paul remarried a lively career woman with a strong outgoing personality. Having gotten off to a rocky start, this woman being so different than his beloved, Boots, Uncle Paul came by a few times and related to me that he was uncertain that he had made a good decision then, suddenly within a year of the marriage, an aneurism caused his second wife to become completely incapacitated. Uncle Paul eagerly stepped back into his old role of caregiver and once more took over all household duties, along with the personal care of his new wife and never again complained of conflicts within the marriage or, regrets. He lovingly cared for this new woman in his life until her death.
Uncle Paul was a strict disciplinary, demanding proper conduct from his girls at all times. (Calling my mom or, dad by their first name sans the title of 'Uncle' or, 'Aunt' would result in a swift and terse correction.)
While traditional in many ways, I always thought that Uncle Paul's authoritarian parenting style spoke to the fact that in life, we sometimes have to take an alternative and difficult path, if our desire is to guide our children toward exemplary lives with full awareness and responsibility for their actions, and consciousness of their self-portrayals.
Uncle Paul enjoyed photography (always a slide show going on at his house), cooking, gardening and yes, caring for and mentoring others. He enjoyed dining out amid long life relevant talks intended to enlighten us to what lie ahead in this world.
He is survived by daughters, Janice, Barbara and Eleanor, son Algier, his treasured grandson, Trevor and nephew, Bobby Jones.
He was preceded in death by his father, Henry Bascum Jones born to the state of Virginia in 1864, his mother, Sophie Combs Jones and his grandfather, Hamilton Joseph Jones who crossed the Atlantic from Wales into South Carolina.
Paul had been previously married to Janice's mother, Allene Browning and was the brother of Leonard Jones.
Sleep tight, Uncle Paul. Rest well. The examples you sat are not only remembered, but treasured.
Military Information: MSG, US ARMY
He was my Aunt Boots' husband. He was a strong, hearty and athletic man, who finished his Army career as a Master Drill Sargent. He loved his work very much and was well suited to the perfection and discipline such a position dictated.
Uncle Paul fought during War World II and was involved in the liberation of Dachau. He was plagued with violent memories of these experiences for the rest of his life and found the need to express them occasionally. These stories were fascinating accounts of firsthand knowledge that I soaked up in awe of man's ability to overcome dire tragedy, as I felt Uncle Paul had so effectively done.
He painted the interior of his home pale blue because it was his beloved Boots' favorite color and adorned it with the softest hues of cream, gold and pink in her honor - such a contrast to the vibrant overtones of his own personality.
When Aunt Boots was afflicted with emphysema at an early age, Uncle Paul took over all household duties. He cooked elaborate meals daily (the most memorable meals I had in my early life were prepared by Uncle Paul's hands and I always looked forward to being seated at his table). He kept everything in perfect order inside and out, bringing in flowers to sit by Aunt Boots' bedside daily. She was his heart's love and the efforts with which he cared for his home and Aunt Boots herself revealed a man who was capable of loving very deeply. He waited on her hand and foot, always with joy and warmth, and relished these responsibilities following his retirement, taking great pride in the quality of life he was able to extend to Aunt Boots even as her body failed her. She was his gem and his reason for diving headfirst into everyday.
He once related to me that during their romantic moments, he referred to her by her proper name only, and though that was the only time he used it, he never once in all their years together said, I love you, Boots, but instead, always, I love you, Lucille.
After Aunt Boots died, Uncle Paul remarried a lively career woman with a strong outgoing personality. Having gotten off to a rocky start, this woman being so different than his beloved, Boots, Uncle Paul came by a few times and related to me that he was uncertain that he had made a good decision then, suddenly within a year of the marriage, an aneurism caused his second wife to become completely incapacitated. Uncle Paul eagerly stepped back into his old role of caregiver and once more took over all household duties, along with the personal care of his new wife and never again complained of conflicts within the marriage or, regrets. He lovingly cared for this new woman in his life until her death.
Uncle Paul was a strict disciplinary, demanding proper conduct from his girls at all times. (Calling my mom or, dad by their first name sans the title of 'Uncle' or, 'Aunt' would result in a swift and terse correction.)
While traditional in many ways, I always thought that Uncle Paul's authoritarian parenting style spoke to the fact that in life, we sometimes have to take an alternative and difficult path, if our desire is to guide our children toward exemplary lives with full awareness and responsibility for their actions, and consciousness of their self-portrayals.
Uncle Paul enjoyed photography (always a slide show going on at his house), cooking, gardening and yes, caring for and mentoring others. He enjoyed dining out amid long life relevant talks intended to enlighten us to what lie ahead in this world.
He is survived by daughters, Janice, Barbara and Eleanor, son Algier, his treasured grandson, Trevor and nephew, Bobby Jones.
He was preceded in death by his father, Henry Bascum Jones born to the state of Virginia in 1864, his mother, Sophie Combs Jones and his grandfather, Hamilton Joseph Jones who crossed the Atlantic from Wales into South Carolina.
Paul had been previously married to Janice's mother, Allene Browning and was the brother of Leonard Jones.
Sleep tight, Uncle Paul. Rest well. The examples you sat are not only remembered, but treasured.
Military Information: MSG, US ARMY
Uncle Paul left home at the age of 16 and joined the Civilian Conservation Corps before later enlisting in the US Army.
He was my Aunt Boots' husband. He was a strong, hearty and athletic man, who finished his Army career as a Master Drill Sargent. He loved his work very much and was well suited to the perfection and discipline such a position dictated.
Uncle Paul fought during War World II and was involved in the liberation of Dachau. He was plagued with violent memories of these experiences for the rest of his life and found the need to express them occasionally. These stories were fascinating accounts of firsthand knowledge that I soaked up in awe of man's ability to overcome dire tragedy, as I felt Uncle Paul had so effectively done.
He painted the interior of his home pale blue because it was his beloved Boots' favorite color and adorned it with the softest hues of cream, gold and pink in her honor - such a contrast to the vibrant overtones of his own personality.
When Aunt Boots was afflicted with emphysema at an early age, Uncle Paul took over all household duties. He cooked elaborate meals daily (the most memorable meals I had in my early life were prepared by Uncle Paul's hands and I always looked forward to being seated at his table). He kept everything in perfect order inside and out, bringing in flowers to sit by Aunt Boots' bedside daily. She was his heart's love and the efforts with which he cared for his home and Aunt Boots herself revealed a man who was capable of loving very deeply. He waited on her hand and foot, always with joy and warmth, and relished these responsibilities following his retirement, taking great pride in the quality of life he was able to extend to Aunt Boots even as her body failed her. She was his gem and his reason for diving headfirst into everyday.
He once related to me that during their romantic moments, he referred to her by her proper name only, and though that was the only time he used it, he never once in all their years together said, I love you, Boots, but instead, always, I love you, Lucille.
After Aunt Boots died, Uncle Paul remarried a lively career woman with a strong outgoing personality. Having gotten off to a rocky start, this woman being so different than his beloved, Boots, Uncle Paul came by a few times and related to me that he was uncertain that he had made a good decision then, suddenly within a year of the marriage, an aneurism caused his second wife to become completely incapacitated. Uncle Paul eagerly stepped back into his old role of caregiver and once more took over all household duties, along with the personal care of his new wife and never again complained of conflicts within the marriage or, regrets. He lovingly cared for this new woman in his life until her death.
Uncle Paul was a strict disciplinary, demanding proper conduct from his girls at all times. (Calling my mom or, dad by their first name sans the title of 'Uncle' or, 'Aunt' would result in a swift and terse correction.)
While traditional in many ways, I always thought that Uncle Paul's authoritarian parenting style spoke to the fact that in life, we sometimes have to take an alternative and difficult path, if our desire is to guide our children toward exemplary lives with full awareness and responsibility for their actions, and consciousness of their self-portrayals.
Uncle Paul enjoyed photography (always a slide show going on at his house), cooking, gardening and yes, caring for and mentoring others. He enjoyed dining out amid long life relevant talks intended to enlighten us to what lie ahead in this world.
He is survived by daughters, Janice, Barbara and Eleanor, son Algier, his treasured grandson, Trevor and nephew, Bobby Jones.
He was preceded in death by his father, Henry Bascum Jones born to the state of Virginia in 1864, his mother, Sophie Combs Jones and his grandfather, Hamilton Joseph Jones who crossed the Atlantic from Wales into South Carolina.
Paul had been previously married to Janice's mother, Allene Browning and was the brother of Leonard Jones.
Sleep tight, Uncle Paul. Rest well. The examples you sat are not only remembered, but treasured.
Military Information: MSG, US ARMY
He was my Aunt Boots' husband. He was a strong, hearty and athletic man, who finished his Army career as a Master Drill Sargent. He loved his work very much and was well suited to the perfection and discipline such a position dictated.
Uncle Paul fought during War World II and was involved in the liberation of Dachau. He was plagued with violent memories of these experiences for the rest of his life and found the need to express them occasionally. These stories were fascinating accounts of firsthand knowledge that I soaked up in awe of man's ability to overcome dire tragedy, as I felt Uncle Paul had so effectively done.
He painted the interior of his home pale blue because it was his beloved Boots' favorite color and adorned it with the softest hues of cream, gold and pink in her honor - such a contrast to the vibrant overtones of his own personality.
When Aunt Boots was afflicted with emphysema at an early age, Uncle Paul took over all household duties. He cooked elaborate meals daily (the most memorable meals I had in my early life were prepared by Uncle Paul's hands and I always looked forward to being seated at his table). He kept everything in perfect order inside and out, bringing in flowers to sit by Aunt Boots' bedside daily. She was his heart's love and the efforts with which he cared for his home and Aunt Boots herself revealed a man who was capable of loving very deeply. He waited on her hand and foot, always with joy and warmth, and relished these responsibilities following his retirement, taking great pride in the quality of life he was able to extend to Aunt Boots even as her body failed her. She was his gem and his reason for diving headfirst into everyday.
He once related to me that during their romantic moments, he referred to her by her proper name only, and though that was the only time he used it, he never once in all their years together said, I love you, Boots, but instead, always, I love you, Lucille.
After Aunt Boots died, Uncle Paul remarried a lively career woman with a strong outgoing personality. Having gotten off to a rocky start, this woman being so different than his beloved, Boots, Uncle Paul came by a few times and related to me that he was uncertain that he had made a good decision then, suddenly within a year of the marriage, an aneurism caused his second wife to become completely incapacitated. Uncle Paul eagerly stepped back into his old role of caregiver and once more took over all household duties, along with the personal care of his new wife and never again complained of conflicts within the marriage or, regrets. He lovingly cared for this new woman in his life until her death.
Uncle Paul was a strict disciplinary, demanding proper conduct from his girls at all times. (Calling my mom or, dad by their first name sans the title of 'Uncle' or, 'Aunt' would result in a swift and terse correction.)
While traditional in many ways, I always thought that Uncle Paul's authoritarian parenting style spoke to the fact that in life, we sometimes have to take an alternative and difficult path, if our desire is to guide our children toward exemplary lives with full awareness and responsibility for their actions, and consciousness of their self-portrayals.
Uncle Paul enjoyed photography (always a slide show going on at his house), cooking, gardening and yes, caring for and mentoring others. He enjoyed dining out amid long life relevant talks intended to enlighten us to what lie ahead in this world.
He is survived by daughters, Janice, Barbara and Eleanor, son Algier, his treasured grandson, Trevor and nephew, Bobby Jones.
He was preceded in death by his father, Henry Bascum Jones born to the state of Virginia in 1864, his mother, Sophie Combs Jones and his grandfather, Hamilton Joseph Jones who crossed the Atlantic from Wales into South Carolina.
Paul had been previously married to Janice's mother, Allene Browning and was the brother of Leonard Jones.
Sleep tight, Uncle Paul. Rest well. The examples you sat are not only remembered, but treasured.
Military Information: MSG, US ARMY
