The Demise of Cotton Picking for the Coon-Dog Jones Eleven: One funeral we were happy to attend

I was born on a farm in Southwestern Oklahoma. We were a family of eleven children. There were lots of funny things that happened along the way. I started to write some of them down while I was attending class at a Metaphysical Church. We celebrated all the Solstice's with programs. I was asked to do stand up and help with the music. I took some of the things I had written down and enhanced them a bit. It was a big hit! About the time my mother died in 1980, I started thinking about putting all this in a book. We had some neat experiences while she was waiting for God. Then I thought the story of my parents was unusual for their time in history. Next, I thought about my 10 siblings and the different paths each took, so I wrote that down. When I retired in 2003, I began to put it all together. I wanted the family history for my two children and three Grandsons. I tried to concentrate on humorous happenings. Of course, in the game of life, everything cannot be funny, so I had to include those parts also. All the events are true, so this is my story!