Where Honor is Due

I’d always known my grandfather as a man of few words, a great cook, a lover of jazz, westerns & good food with a hearty laugh and an impeccable sense of style. He was a retired Marine, whose three sons followed in his footsteps of military service (my Dad in the Air Force and my uncles in the Navy and Marines). But what I didn’t know until recently was my grandfather, Alfonzo Jones, was also an original Montford Point Marine.

If you’re asking who is a Montford Point Marine? You’re not alone. Until last year, I was clueless to this vital chapter of American history. This group of African American men enlisted to serve a branch and country that were hostile towards them. With World War II raging, the U.S. needed their manpower but viewed them as less than men.

From the National Montford Point Marine Association https://montfordpointmarines.org:

“WHO IS A MONTFORD POINT MARINE?

They are the first African-Americans to enlist in the U.S. Marine Corps after President Franklin Roosevelt issues an Executive Order establishing the Fair Employment Practices Commission in June 1941.  The recruits trained at Camp Montford Point in Jacksonville, NC from August 26, 1942 until the camp was decommissioned on September 9, 1949. 

The largest number of black Marines to serve in combat during WW II took part in the seizure of Okinawa, with approximately 2,000 seeing action.”

From the Jacksonville, North Carolina Government Facebook page:

“The Montford Pointers faced discrimination at Montford Point from their commanding officers and outside the base gates. They arrived at Montford Point to an unwilling and unwelcoming Marine Corps which initially paired them up with white training officers. Accounts from original Montford Point Marines recall extremely primitive living conditions on the base, they did not have barracks but they lived in cardboard huts that were painted green. They also remember strict segregation rules at Montford Point; where they were forbidden to enter Camp LeJeune without a white Marine accompanying them; they could not cross the railroad tracks into Jacksonville. Despite these challenges, the Montford Pointers rose to the occasion and trained harder than their white counterparts, serving as ammunition carriers and then frontline fighters.

In 2012, The Montford Pointers were first recognized when those known to have served were awarded with a Congressional Gold Medal for their honor, courage and commitment. Since then the search for these brave men and/or their families has continued in order to bestow upon them the honor they are due.

On August 25, 2023 my grandfather was recognized and honored for his service. Our family gathered in Camp Lejeune, NC to witness him receive a Congressional Gold Medal. At 95 years old, he was one of few still alive to receive the honor.

Note: Everything written above has been sitting in my drafts for over a year. I wanted to tell the world about my grandfather and the Montford Point Marines but life happened….and there it lingered not quite ready to be published

On August 29, 2024, at the age of 96, my grandfather, Alfonzo “Jazz” Jones, passed away. And the world still needs to know…

Jazz

They called him Jazz

A Semper Fi recruit, Alabama born and bred

One of the few and proud

Breaking barriers and surviving so others could thrive

But jazz was more than the complex chords he enjoyed

It was the way he moved, quiet and steady

It was the way he smiled, the rhythm of his laugh

It was his style, clean and classic

It was the love in the dishes he prepared and sweet treats he shared

It was his westerns appreciation and pop culture hipness,

Yes he was Jazz with a groove all his own 

He was Husband, Dad, Grandad, Great-Grandpa also known as GGP

He was Son, Brother, Uncle, Cousin, Friend

A soulful harmony that will echo in our hearts forever

Grandaddy, you are loved and honored. Until we meet again…

Letting Them See Me Cry

2020! What a year…and it’s not done yet. The highs, the lows and so many firsts, including the first (and probably now second, third….) time my kids have really seen me cry.

I’m the mom with the schedule and lists, always with a plan. I’m the mom that hovers, hugs and holds hands. I’m also the mom that yells, lectures and opens doors without knocking (hey, it’s all about balance). But I’ve never been the mom to openly cry. “Not in front of the children,” “Suck it up, can’t let them think mom doesn’t have everything under control.” But you know, all of that has gone out the window in this age of Covid. John 11:35 says “Jesus wept,” the shortest and probably one of the most transparent verses in the Bible. In other words, Jesus grieved and felt deeply the loss of his friend. Over the past few months I’ve grieved deeply the loss of my grandmother, the loss of time, the loss of connections and the loss of some of life as it was. And my kids have silently watched my tears…it’s been weird, it’s been awkward, they’ve asked questions, we talk, we process and life keeps moving.

But the tears I shed are not without hope. Hope for the seeds I see sprouting to life. Seeds of renewed connection and relationship. Seeds of clarity and purpose. Seeds of assurance and unwavering peace. My tears are shed trusting in the One who is Hope.

“Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, and whose hope is the LORD.” -Jeremiah 17:7

So, yes, I cry but I have hope and I keep going. Let’s keep hope alive, friends.

“As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise You more and more.”- Psalm 71:14

(Quote photo from www.askideas.com; Scripture photo from Kendrick Home)

Legacy and Grief

On July 10, 2020 my grandmother passed away. Gran Gran graced the world with her presence for 96 years and, though her body was worn with age; her mind, her memories and her wit were sharp.

On Legacy

To me, Gran Gran, was a Renaissance woman. She could and did do it all. She challenged stereotypes and set her own narrative, leaving a rich and vast legacy. Of the many things she taught me, today I’m reminded of the importance of telling my story. Gran Gran was a treasure trove of stories, and she left nothing to chance in making sure that she told her own, leaving us the summary of a long, beautiful life.

And so I’m also reminding you, friends. Tell your story. It is important. It is needed. Someone is waiting to be encouraged, inspired, and to simply know they are not the only one.

On Grief

Grief defies logic. It’s complicated and unpredictable. I’m riding its waves and sitting with its ripples. Remembering a life well lived. Refocusing the life I’m living.

Life’s Reflections

Nora “Katie” Rodgers Jones aka Gran Gran

And I heard a voice from Heaven saying unto me, write, blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.” Revelation 14:13

Mrs. Nora “ Katie “ Rodgers Jones the daughter of the late Plent Walter and Addie Sumpter Rodgers, was born December 2, 1923 in Georgetown County, passed into eternal life and rest from her labours on July 10, 2020.

She accepted Christ as her personal savior at an early age. Her first place of worship was Jerusalem AME Church of Hemingway, SC. She attended Deep Creek Elementary School, finishing the 5th grade, then moved to Georgetown SC. There she joined Big Bethel AME Church where she worked as a junior usher and was a member of the junior choir. After graduating from Howard High School, she moved to Colombia, SC.

Affectionately known as “Katie”, her life was one of a servant. She worked diligently to prepare herself to serve and bless others by joining the US Cadet School of Nursing at Good Samaritan Waverly Hospital for four years. She was also affiliated with the Norfolk General Hospital while living in Norfolk Va. Mrs. Jones later moved to Wilmington, NC and worked at the Community Hospital where she met and married Marine Sergeant Alfonzo Jones. She then moved to Birmingham, Ala where she continued her work of mercy at the Jefferson – Hillman Hospital. She joined Mount Zion Missionary Baptist Church, re-dedicated her life to Christ and was baptized. There she worked as the Assistant Matron of the local Boy Scout Chapter.

Mrs. Jones then moved to Charleston, SC and continued her labor of love at Roper Hospital for several years. Upon moving back home she worked at the Benevolence Society Hospital in Kingstree, SC for six years.

After the closing of Benevolence Society Hospital, she was employed by Waccamau EOC Headstart for seven years, she then retired from public work.

Within the Deep Creek Community, Mrs. Jones joined Walkers Chapel Freewill Baptist Church where she worked faithfully as a member of the Senior Choir, Senior Sunday School Teacher, president of the YPCL, annual president of the YPCL, vice president of the Missionary Ministry, member of the Freewill Baptist Association, union and school convention.

Mrs. Jones was also the financial secretary and Assistant Superintendent of the Sunday School of her church. She worked as the secretary of the Deep Creek Community Center Association for years.

To her family and all others she came in contact with, she was serving, honorable, loyal, understanding, dependable and “fun loving”. Her love for life and living it to the fullest was contagious.

Left to cherish her precious memories, her husband of 67 years Alfonzo Jones, of the home, three sons; Alfonzo D. Jones (Daphine) of Goldsboro, NC; Norman Jones (Myrna) of San Tan Valley, AZ; Rayford G. Jones (Dell) of Columbia, SC; Six grandchildren, LaShona Sellers (Ronaldo) of Baltimore Md; Alfonzo D. Jones II (Gwendolyn) of Greenville NC; Donte Weaver of Johnsonville, SC; Latoya Stewart Chandler (Wali) of Hemingway SC; Kyuan Jones (Thuy) of Columbia SC; Matthew Jones (Faith) of Phoenix AZ; nine great-grandchildren, Dontravia Weaver of Johnsonville, SC; Alyssa Jones of Greenville NC; Ronaldo Sellers of Baltimore Md; Ja’Toria Bellamy of Hemingway SC; Joshua Jones of Greenville NC; Sydney Sellers of Baltimore Md; Kelsie Jones of Columbia SC; Hakeem Chandler and Zy’Keem Chandler of Hemingway SC; five sisters-in-law: Ernestine Garner of Louisville, KY; Hattie Stansbury (Walter) , Betty Marbury (Morris), Brenda Jones and Carolyn Rowser all of Birmingham AL; and a host of nieces, nephews, relatives and devoted friends.