Ii. Father Jones

The passage was dark and damp over a month locked inside a cell under the sea somewhere but when Father Jones planted his feet back on solid ground and saw the Statue of Liberty rising like a green mountain into the gray sky he knew he had found his country. The free life was not always so easy, and he had to work for his milk & honey. After he took a bayonet through the lung in Germany, he settled down to turn cogs in a Pittsburg factory, but knew it was all worth it when he laid eyes on Mother Jones. Their sons became salesmen, and the youngest married a Dutch girl, who adopted my father, who met my mother studying at Vanderbilt, the Harvard of the south.