I feel like I am the luckiest man in the world to have had so many wonderful people around me when I was growing up.

I thank the good Lord every night for all the pleasures of life that He has bestowed upon me and my family and I pray that we may be more worthy of Him every day.

I thank God for bringing me and my family into this old world in the United States and into Kentucky.

I thank God for all the wonderful people He placed around me in my childhood that protected me and kept me headed in the right direction. That was my mother and father, Zada and Tom Jones, my sisters, Jane, Sondra and Joy; my aunts Mattie Belle Jones, aunt Marie Jones, aunt Ida Fryer, aunt Elizabeth Lewis, aunt Catherine Hughey, aunt Lib Edwards and aunt Sarah Pigg.

The uncles that helped me a lot were Coleman Edwards (Coley), Tipton Edwards, Paul Edwards, Clayton Fryer and John Jones. God bless Granny Jones, Granny Edwards and Grandfather Sam Jones who were always there for me.

I thank God for some of the teachers in school that made an impact on my young life. In the first grade Miss Sue Scrivner taught us a prayer and I still use it often.

Father, I thank you for the night

And for the blessed morning light.

For rest and food and loving care

And all that has made the day so fair.

Help us to do the things we should

And be to others kind and good.

In all our work and all our play,

Help us to be better every day.


This little prayer could be called a poem and would be good for an atheist to recite and use.

Another teacher I learned from was our basketball coach, Ralph Carlisle. He taught me discipline and never quit trying. Those were two good life lessons learned.

The teachers we had back in the thirties and forties were very good and dedicated. I feel lucky to have had them.


In my adulthood I have had a lot of people that I have given thanks to in my prayers.

My mother and father not only helped me in my childhood but they also helped me in my adulthood. Mother was a tough taskmaster and didn't put up with any foolishness.

I was living at home after World War II and the first month I spent celebrating and coming home at 1 or 2 a.m. every day. One morning after I had come in late and the following night, mother packed my clothes and set them out on the front porch.


That prompted me to move up to the fire department with Edwin West, where there was a bedroom for volunteer firemen to go out on fire calls on the truck. Edwin and I both stayed there while we were in school at EKU.

That was a good lesson mother taught me.

I did not blame her.

My father was a workaholic and took me with him on his bread route in the summer and on my free days from school. His route was Estill, Lee and Owsley counties.

Just before finals at EKU, he offered me the three mountain counties and he would keep Madison. I didn't take my final exams at Eastern Kentucky Teachers College, but quit school and became a bread man.

I did not want to be a teacher as they were poorly paid, like $100 a month.


I earned $700 on the bread route. I thank my father for introducing me to the business world.


There was one other person I owe a big high five to and that is former President of Eastern Kentucky University Michael Benson, who awarded me a college degree when I was 91 years young.

I had always dreamed of graduating from EKU, so I decided to check with the Registrar and see how many hours I needed to graduate. President Benson noted I had graduated in ROTC in 1948 and gone through World War II that I had enough hours to graduate.

In a special service, with my family there, he awarded me a college degree.


I shall never forget that ceremony. Thanks, President Benson!

There are so many things my Richmond friends and others have done for me it's hard to list them all. The other day Carolyn and I were enjoying a lunch at Coopers with my daughter, Paula. I was wearing my World War II Veterans hat.

A nice-looking gentleman and his young daughter got up to leave and on his way out he walked over to my table and said "Thank you for your service" and set something down on the table and walked on out.

I picked up the piece of paper and smoothed it out and lo and behold it was a $100 bill.


That brought tears to my eyes. That is the spirit of Richmond!

There are so many kind people around me that make life enjoyable.

Let me count the ways.

My daughter Mindi is mine and Carolyn's chauffeur since neither of us can drive. Our son-in-law, Greg West, is a Jack of all trades and keeps the house, cars and yard in good shape. My daughter, Paula DeWitt and my son, Jon, come over for a visit every week and Paula takes Carolyn and I out for a lunch every week.


Ron Chapman, a member of the Madison Hills Christian Church, keeps in touch with me and is a very kind man.

Thank you.

My cousin, Don Edwards, took me to a lunch last week.


My cousin, Doris Coffman, was my most frequent visitor when I was in a nursing home.

The last person I have to say "Thank you" to is me matey, Carolyn Jones. She is the person that puts me to bed.

Oh! I should say puts me to bed in my recliner.

She then wakes me at 3 a.m. for a bathroom call. She dresses and undresses me. She tends my wounds.

She is my angel, the center of my life and I love her dearly.

Love, Glenmore.

This is the last column I will be writing until February 2022, as I am headed to Palatka, Fla., the day after Christmas.

I hope that all of you get what you want for Christmas and have a happy New Year and a COVID-free and prosperous one.

Special thanks to Nathan Hutchinson for your help and support.

Final thought

If you really want to do something, you'll find a way. If you don't, you'll find an excuse -- Jim Bohn

Until next time … Live, love, laugh and learn, Glenmore

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