In the year of January 22, 1934, on Monday morning, Vernon’s mother Mary Adams Jones was washing dishes on the coal stove and I, Zelma A. Jones was wiping them. 

His mother said she had had a bad dream last night.  She proceeded to tell me the following- Ed Nielsen and Arthur Moon, her two son-in-laws, which were dead came to her.  They stood out on the wall just like the flowers in the wall paper, wanting her to come with them.  She told them she couldn’t leave John, her husband who was sick. 

The following Wednesday, January 24, 1934, she walked to town one mile down and one mile back to pay the lights and water bill. She said she had to get things off her mind.  That evening, Vernon was out feeding the cows.  He then heard his mother call him.  He answered and said, “I’ll be there in a minute.”  When he got around and inside the coop, she was holding her head.  “Did you bump your head?” he asked.  “No, everything is going black,” she replied.  He put her arm around his neck and started for the house. 

When he got to the back corner of the house, just as they were crossing the little irrigation ditch, she said, “I am dying,” and she lost control of her body.  Those were the last words she spoke.  Vernon practically drug her to the house.  She weighed 200 pounds.  He set her down on the davenport in the living room.  She vomited up her dinner consisting of tapioca.  It hadn’t even digested.  She lived 36 hours after and on Friday, January 26, 1934f, at 3:15 a.m, she passed away.  Her death was due to a stroke.