#jones brothers

[dreadpiratestrove]

Killian and Liam might not have been from the Enchanted Forest. Their fashion, technology and overall culture are heavily inspired by Napoleonic era Britain, whereas the Enchanted Forest generally leans more towards late Renaissance/early Baroque c. 1550-1610, with a bit of mid-late 1800s Victorian (especially the formal wear and peasant clothing).

Only a handful of other EF characters dress in a late Georgian style, most notably Rumple (who started out medieval-ish and adopted the style as the Dark One), Jefferson, Henry Senior and in some of her outfits, Regina (mixed with early 1600s and a bit of 1940s).

[frenchcurious]

Jaguar Mk 2 County 1962 par Jones Brothers (Inter Classics - Maastricht NL). - source Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

[thesschesthair]

Okay, okay, okay... since you mentioned it, this article I was reading sustained that, not only you need a different type of hair gel for curly and straight hair, but it also needs to be specific for your type of curly hair(1a,2a,3a,1b,2b,3b etc.)! So, if you will... who's the Jones that accuses the brother about finishing the gel, and who's the one that goes, "Not me! What are you talking about!? It's not even for your hair type 🤬!!!"

YES!!! 😂😂😂

I can absolutely see Liam being the fussy 'it's the best stuff for my hair' brother and Killian being the 'I didn't touch your poncy stuff!' one.

It could be modern AU- or hell, it could even fit canon... but I can imagine this kind of scenario.

Liam is very particular about which hair serum or fancy/weird/pretentious 'whale oil', 'coconut oil (imported, obviously)' or 'ylang ylang tonic' he'd use for his hair...

And of course, he would only purchase it from one particular port or store, which meant half his silver or wages was saved up & kept aside for the stuff whenever they'd visit....

He was very meticulous about how much he'd use, making sure he didn't over-grease his curly locks. He had a routine and kept a very close eye on how much he'd use...

So naturally, when he finds his fairly new bottle of fancy hair stuff is just past the halfway line, he's FURIOUS.

Even more-so when Killian chooses that particular moment to stroll past Liam's room with the greasiest & messiest head of hair-

Liam notices straight away that

1) His brother has made an attempt at a 'cool' bed-head hairstyle

2) The potent stench of coconuts/ylang ylang/whale is wafting off the heavily doused barnet & he can see drips of oil running down the idiot's forehead and droplets staining his shoulders...

and 3).... his brother is looking far too cocky, smug and happy with himself about his newfound hairstyle... which adds fuel to Liam's already blazing fire of fury.

Killian's face soon drops the smirk as soon as he sees Liam staring lasers into him with the bottle of his special 'holy hair oil' in his hand....

There's a tense silence as the two brothers stand stock still.... then Killian is OFF- he flies down the hall with Liam roaring his name in rage as he bolts after him, ready to pummel his younger brother.

He's gone too far this time.

No one touches Liam's hair products.

"It's too rich for your hair, you silly bastard!!! Look at you! We could cook for a week on your bloody head!!!"

[chanelfunnell]

The parents of J Khaira were volleyball players. The parents of the Jones brothers are a former basketball player father like in the case of A Ovechkin and CEO mother like in the case of J Toews's mother.

[thesschesthair]

I miss Liam Jones 😭

[piracytheorist]

I'm thinking how it was nice that in the last flashback of 5x15 they (re-)introduced the Jolly Roger with its old name, the Jewel of the Realm, but considering that was mentioned only once (and had a very quick glance of the name written on the ship itself) before and only in 3x05, anyone who hadn't watched that episode more than once would have forgotten the old name.

So, I'm thinking that they might have had a scene in 5x15 where Liam talks with Killian - where they actually talk with each other for reasons other than furthering the plot - and asks him what happened to the Jewel of the Realm, and Killian said he kept it, but changed its name to the Jolly Roger, and how even after all this time it means as much as a home to him.

[justanother-unluckysoul]

For the drabble thing with Killian (or really, whatever comes as inspiration!): 14, 21, 56, 73, 85 :D (don't feel pressured on writing any of these, just thought I could throw in some ideas!)

Five prompts combined = 500 words :D This little scene immediately came to mind when I saw your message and I rushed through this a bit so excuse any errors. 

I hope you like some angst with your whump lol

#14 “Let’s have some fun,” #21 safety, #56 begging, #73 brother, #85 “I’m okay”

Killian is not sorry he did it, but he didn’t intend to get caught. He can see the distress on Liam’s face, the disappointment, and the desperation as he can do nothing but watch as Killian faces his penalty.

“Let’s have some fun.”

Killian will deny to his dying breath the tremor that ran down his spine at the words, at the tone, at the purely evil grin that followed it which reveals how much enjoyment his punisher will get from this. Because Killian’s supposed to be brave. He can handle the pain. He can. (No, he can’t.) The agony of the whipping overwhelms him in moments, and his mind escapes to where his body cannot, tears streaming unchecked down his cheeks. A lifetime later, or so it seems, it’s Liam’s voice that brings him back to himself. Liam’s hands on his face. Liam’s sturdy arms supporting him to safety when his knees wobble too badly to walk. His back is aflame, and in his thoughts, hazy with pain, he wonders if the lash is actually still falling on him.

“Please stop, I’m sorry, let me go, please just let me go, I’m sorry.” Killian is barely aware of the broken pleas still spilling frantically from his lips. He hadn’t taken half his punishment before he’d begun pleading for it to end, and though he hadn’t meant to break down like this, even now he can’t seem to be quiet.

“It’s over. Stop begging, Killian,” Liam demands, “Do you hear me? It’s over.”

Hearing that almost harsh tone from Liam snaps Killian out of it. He blinks a few times, stares at his own hands gripping the lapels of Liam’s coat tight enough his knuckles are white. He swallows, sucks in a breath sharply, and loosens the hold but doesn’t let go.

“There you are. Calm down now, it’s alright.”

Another shaky breath, and he forces himself to let go of his brother and lie on his stomach, the way Liam’s hands are coaxing him to do. Liam is gentle as he carefully tends to Killian’s wounds, muttering soothing nonsense whenever Killian gasps or winces in pain. It’s a gruelling process despite Liam’s cautious touch, and Killian’s drifting into unconsciousness by the time it’s done, eyelids fluttering as he fights to stay awake. Though Liam hasn’t told him to stay awake, Killian knows that’s what his brother would want. That’s what his brother would do. And Killian needs to be stronger, like Liam. His cheeks feel hot with embarrassment, suddenly, as he realizes how he sobbed like a baby in front of the crew. How cowardly he is. He fights harder against the lure of sleep and shifts a little so he can see Liam.

“I’m okay, Liam.” And damn the way his voice still trembles, giving away how weak the lashing has left him.

“No, you’re not,” Liam says tiredly, and he looks so sad as he brushes the hair back from Killian’s sweaty forehead, “but you will be.”

END

[clockadile]

Liam Jones II is criminally underused in this fandom. So I present to you for your consideration; Nerdy Marine Biology Enthusiast Angst Child, having a few happy moments. Please steal.

Tagging some crew!

@gingerchangeling @distant-rose @lt-sarai @lillpon @spartanguard @winterbythesea @cocohook38 @courtorderedcake @thesschesthair @wyntereyez @carpedzem @ashley-knightingale

And I’m sure I’m missing others!

[thebatgurrl]

Two months ago I took a tour of the New Black Diamond Coal Mine (NBD) Industrial Complex site. Down next to the Maple Valley – Renton Highway it is scraped clean and there are no signs of where the offices, wash plant and tipple all stood. The only thing that remains is the concrete road that ran between the buildings. Really not much of a tour!

Just Concrete Drive left of New Black Diamond Coal Mine in 2020

But up in the woods behind this flat barren area is a bunch of remnants of the mine. My first adventure up there I found this flat open area and what is left of the trestle that carried the coal from the mine to the processing plant.

At the time I did not know much about the layout of this upper area nor was I dressed to plow through brush to get to the mine entrance location. Here is a link to that first article about the NBD aka Indian Coal Mine.

Indian Coal Mine – Big and Messy

Wow what two months can do for a researcher! I have since received so much more information from Renton History Museum, Black Diamond Museum and Palmer Coking Coal Company. Most of this came when I was looking for a photo of Ben Jones to see if he was in the picture below with Tom Jones.

Jones Brothers posing at their mine entrance at the 1925 Opening – Thanx Liz at Renton History Museum for sending better photo!

I have photos of both Tom & Ed but not Ben. So in that search folks would send me any info they had on the mine even if they could not answer the Ben vs Ed question. In the items that Bill K at Palmer sent me was a diagram explaining this back area of the mine complex. It mentioned that this plateau was for the coal car staging and repair. A car house was there towards the west side. Don’t think this is the small cement building that exists there today.  It is too small and is on the east side.

Here is that map from the Mining Congress Journal of April 1929. Note the two red arrows. The left one is pointing to the Car House & the right one is pointing out the Mine Tunnel Entrance. All those rail lines from the Car House are where the upper area sits. Mystery solved on why that space was there.

New Black Diamond Coal Mine Complex on Maple Valley – Renton Hwy – ca. 1929 Mining Congress Journal

The stage is set now. Are you ready to travel with me to see what I found?  Let’s GO!

Got to the plateau and stopped to get orientated by the old timbers from the end of the trestle to the processing plant.

Timbers rising in the woods mark the spot where the trestle stood decades ago.

Got my clippers out and started up to where I found the trail along the creek bed that had formed a small ravine.

There is a trail there! Just a bit overgrown and I have my trusty garden clippers.

I came across a plant I can’t clip due to it’s size.  It is Devil’s Club & you do not want to touch or grab any part of this thing.  It is all spines, thorns and even the leaves are pokey.  I actually swept my hand against the leaf when I went by.  YIKES, what this Coal Mine Hunter does to get to her pot of coal.

The Devil’s Club I had to dodge on the way to the NBD mine entrance

Want more on this Pacific Northwest Plant?  Devils Club Batgurrl Post June 2017

Moving along I clipped my way thru the low bushes and came to a little area that looked down into the creek’s rocky gully.  Above me was a steep hill that someone had made a trail down & came to where I stood.

I seriously contemplated my next move. It was going to be a bit of a climb to get into the creek washed out bed. I knew I could do that but would I be able to get out? This area is beyond the spot I stopped at the first time I was here. It was blocked by a big and I mean big log. Here is a photo of that moment months ago.

Large log blocked my progress in June and things looked really tough ahead

Then I decided it was now or never. That I would not come back and I was prepared no matter what happened.  I would even climb over the damn log below if I had to get out that way instead of re-tracing my trail in.

This was the way forward – wish me luck

Up the creek bed I went breaking old snag branches, clipping salmonberry bushes and negotiating the rough rock rubble.

Along the way I found this metal trim piece. Kind of reminded me of the stuff I found on the face of the Jones Slope Hoist Foundation I found.

Metal in the rocks. Was this mine debris or something washed down from the hill above us?

Then I was there!!  It was the end of the rock washed out ravine blocked by a pile of old logs and dirt. I was finding non-natural items too.

Before I reveal what it looks like and show you the video here are some of the things I found.  (you can skip this & go straight to the video if you can’t wait)

Let us start with the concrete chunks.  Before I got to this point I was only seeing river rock but here there was quite a bit of cement.

This piece was up next to the log pile

Another big chunk of cement with my trekking pole for size reference

Concrete & my trekking pole

Before I got to the end of the trail I saw this piece of rebar.

Rebar with my toe on the right for reference (plus my staff)

Next we have cut timber pieces and a piece of asphalt. I was suspicious of the asphalt being from the mine.  I researched the history of asphalt figuring it was a recently developed for paving roads.  I was wrong.  It has been around a long time.  Here is a little quote from NAPA – National Asphalt Pavement Association.

 In 1870, a Belgian chemist named Edmund J. DeSmedt laid the first true asphalt pavement in this country, a sand mix in front of the City Hall in Newark, New Jersey.  DeSmedt’s design was patterned after a natural asphalt pavement placed on a French highway in 1852.

Asphalt chunk and hunk of big cut timber

Like I have mentioned before the State of Washington made sure that the urban coal mines are all closed.  And when I mean closed they are buried or blown closed with explosives. This one is no exception and protects all of us mine hunters from ourselves.  I have found a group online that do go into these old mines.  They have more balls than Batgirl!!

Here is what I found…..

This is the mine entrance or where it is behind dirt, rock and logs.

Here is a view looking back the way I had come up the creek bed.

With my back to the mine entrance this is what I had climbed up and through.

See the wood debris and other man made items?  I saw this bag and blue cloth thinking homeless had camped here but a better explanation is it was washed down when the heavy rains hit this winter.

Items washed down the mountain by the rain storms of winter

Behind this is a clay/sand bluff that is one of the clues to this being it.

Bluff to the left of the log pile that covers the mine entrance

And a close up of the materials used to close this mine tunnel.

It is just a pile of big ass old logs that keep even the diggers out.

Now that you have seen the photos and video I want you to look at the opening day photo.  See how the hill rises steeply behind the entrance?  I also note that the little buildings on either side photo below were probably on the banks of the creek washout ravine.  Those banks were about 2-4 feet high.  Water has done a number on the terrain along with the work done to close the mine.

1925 photo of New Black Diamond Coal Mine aka Indian Coal Mine.

This is the eighth article on the New Black Diamond Coal Mine. What a ride with so much information. I also want to thank those that helped me along the way -> Liz Stewart of Renton History Museum, Ken Jensen of Black Diamond Museum and Bill Kombol of Palmer Coking Coal Company.

I am going to move on to the next coal mine hunting adventure. It is not far from the NBD, just around a bend in the Cedar River and up on Cedar Mountain east of the Jones Slope Complex.

If you want to read more about my search for lost coal mines here is a link to my directory of articles.

Shoot me any questions or better yet any information you have to add. This is a never ending deep dig into 100 year old coal mine history.

Remember Times are a changing.  Blink and all will be changed.

Locating Lost Old Coal Mines of King County

                  New Black Diamond Coal Mine – Mine Entrance Search Round Two Two months ago I took a tour of the New Black Diamond Coal Mine (NBD) Industrial Complex site.

[thebatgurrl]

I have been drawn down a rabbit hole to find out more about the three brothers that found the Jones Slope Coal Mine.

What started all this research into someone else’s family and legacy you ask?  It started when my latest lost coal mine search became the New Black Diamond Coal Mine (NBD) (aka Indian Coal Mine).

Indian Mine (New Black Diamond Coal Mine) Maintenance Building under construction with bunker in background

This was no small mining operation and it required a lot of hiking, photography and research.  And a bunch of it was around the three brothers and the Jones Slope Complex.  I have mentioned in my posts a certain amount of magic and serendipity that kept occurring.  Plus my finding against the odds their 100 year old hoist foundation buried in the brush.

About a month into my research I found this photo on the University of Washington Digital Archives.  I found it because Renton History Museum directed us there for their on-line content.

Jones Brothers posing at their mine entrance at the 1925 Opening

This was pretty exciting because from all of my research and visits to the site I knew this was from the Jones Slope and not the main entrance down at river level.  However, I stumbled onto a mystery. Which brother is on the left?  Here is a quote from my email to the Black Diamond Museum for help finding a photo of Ben or Ed after Renton History Museum gave me what they had.

I inquired to Liz at the Renton History Museum if they had any more info on the photo. She told me it was Ed Jones on the Right and Tom on the left. We were pretty sure the Jim Jones reference on the UW site was an error. Plus, she gave me enough information to sort out that this photo was taken on the Oct 1925 opening of the New Black Diamond Mine. It is not of the main tunnel down by the Maple Valley Highway but is from the Jones Slope area up near Lake Desire.

Then I found the Seattle Times article (March 1927) with this same photo in it. It says it is Ben & Tom Jones.

Can you help me find a photo of Ben or Ed to sort out who is on the left? We know for sure it is Tom on the right from an obituary photo in the Seattle Times.

Now I was in deep.  I could look into the faces of the Jones Brothers. I have been hesitant to mention that several times I would see people around the site and when I looked closer they would be gone. Could be my imagination but perhaps I had a helper

As of this article I still only have the photos of Tom & Ed.  Several folks owe me responses for a Ben photo.  My gut tells me it is Ed but I won’t bore you at this point why I think that.

Tom Jones photo Seattle Times 1936

  Ed Jones Photo 1903

Needless to say these brothers got into my head and with my trusty computer in hand I pieced together their family story.

It all starts with their parents immigration to the Washington Territories via Victoria BC in 1869. Benjamin P Jones and Ann Jones were both from Wales.  He was born in January 26, 1841. Ann was also born in 1841. They had married in Wales the same year they immigrated.  In the 1870 census they were 29 years old and resided in Freeport, King County, Washington. Ben was a Machinist and Ann a housewife.

Where is Freeport in King County, Washington I asked myself?  I found that it was an early name for a place in West Seattle. Many of you may know Youngstown on Delridge or where the Steel Mill is.  That was called Freeport and a thriving Sawmill was established there in the mid 1860’s. I live in West Seattle which is another coincidence.

Ben established one of the the first Machinist shop in Seattle.  However due to his declining health he closed it and they homesteaded on the Cedar River in 1878.

By the 1880 census they bore three sons and Ben had died in June of 1879. This left Ann a widow with 3 young children to make her way in the wild Pacific Northwest.  That census lists her sons, John “Ed” (born 1870), Thomas Livingston (born 1871) & Benjamin Ivan (born 1875). She also had John Jones (brother) and Atta Mills a teacher that boarded with them.  I think John must have been Ben’s brother because I have found Ann’s maiden name was Edwards.

I received from my Black Diamond contact Ken Jensen an article on Ann.  This had some great info.  It states that when they moved to Cedar River it was only accessed by horse on Indian Trails. Their neighbors were the Indians and only 5 other settler families. Mrs Jones was fluent in Chinook and Siwash plus the Indians liked her. It also states that she moved to Black Diamond and established the first hotel there.  More on that below.

Ann Jones Article from Black Diamond History Museum archives

A few years after the Jones moved to Cedar River a community called Cedar Mountain opened up river from them. Nothing is really left of it these days. It was established around coal and the mine that was there and across the Cedar River.  The coal seam would be found and lost and then found again. Eventually becoming the future New Black Diamond Coal Mine which was just around the bend of the river and about 1 mile west on the Maple Valley – Renton Highway.

Here is a bit of an article and a link from the Black Diamond History Blog called Lost towns of King County: Busy Cedar Mountain of former years now is only a memory

In 1862 Martin L. Cavanaugh, a homesteader in the Duwamish Valley, near present Boeing Field, discovered coal on the hillside at this point while on a survey party. He made the mistake of talking about his find. By the time he went to Olympia to file on a mineral claim, it already was down in the books in James M. Colman’s name.

The Cedar Mountain Coal Co., with Samuel Blair as president, Lawrence Colman as secretary, and J.M. Colman, manager, bided time until a railroad existed to move the product. When the Cedar River extension of the Seattle and Walla Walla Railroad was completed to Black Diamond in 1884, this mine produced 1,732 tons before the end of the year.

Plus a bit from an article in the Voice of the Valley –

Coal Mining began at the base of Cedar Mountain in 1884 and ended in 1944.  It never produced a large amount of coal, but it produced enough to form the little town.

It had all the fixing of a coal company town: stores, a hotel, bunkhouses, a school, a church, mines, a post office and a railroad station. Miners cabins consisted of three rooms. The officials and their families lived in larger homes.

All of this existed where Maple Valley – Renton Highway (Hwy 169) is intersected with 196th Ave SE and SE Jones Road.  Hmmmm…  Jones Road?

In 1885 to help support her family Ann went into the hotel/boarding house business that housed miners.  The family moved to BD and establish the first hotel there.  According to an Obituary on Ben’s son it was the Black Diamond Hotel. Here is a picture of it from BD History.

The Hotel & other buildings were located where the Green River Eagles #1490 is today

BD got the RR in 1884 after several years of mining without heavy machinery.  The coal boom began with the town growing and with machinery could get to serious mining.

In a letter from Morgan Morgan to his grandfather Walter in 1882 he describes his trek to BD from Seattle.  It includes two horses from their friend Mr Jones.  They declined to stay overnight at Jones Ranch & went straight on to BD.  Could this be John Jones (Brother) – eldest son Ed was only 12 at the time.  In June of 1913 BD Hotel & Gibbons Hotel plus the meat market (in picture above) burned down.  At the time the hotel was owned by Frank W Bishop.

When did Ann end her Black Diamond Hotel ownership?  I have a few clues. Ann along with Ed were running another hotel in downtown Seattle by 1910 census.  In 1904 Pacific Coast Coal Company bought the Black Diamond mines and most of the town.

Another clue is from a Washington Census in 1889.  It has her and all three of the boys listed as farmers on their Cedar River Farm.  Found another reference in my BD history book about a butcher in 1890 buying cattle from farmer near Cedar Grove.  Could this be our Jones family?

My educated guess is she ran both properties till  Pacific Coast Coal Company came along.  They owned the land under the buildings and that made Ann determine she didn’t need the hotel any more.

The next census of 1900 found Ann still in Cedar Mountain but the boys are like straws in the wind.  Want to point out it would have been nice to have the 1890 census but it was burned up in a 1920’s fire.

What that census contains confirms my assumption on the hotel as she is listed as owner of her property and Land Lady.  She had retained the property on Jones Road plus was still running the hotel in Black Diamond.  A woman to be admired in how she stepped up to support her family in a man’s world.

I found Tom in the 1900 census as a clerk and a boarder in downtown Seattle. In a Bio sent to me by the Renton History Museum Tom was a “Railroad Man” from 1892.  He worked for the Northern Pacific eventually making it to conductor. His Obituary in the Seattle Times gives us more clues on his whereabouts around 1900.  It states:

In the early 1880’s he was employed by Columbia Puget Sound Railroad (one of the lines was from Renton to Black Diamond), went to Alaska in the 1898 Gold Rush and mined for 4 years there.  He was a conductor on the White Pass & Yukon Railroad and then returned to Renton in 1917 from Alaska.

Ed was also on the 1900 census. He was found on a passenger list for the SS Victoria out of Seattle listed with occupation as miner. Bet he was going to Alaska even though the heat of the Gold Rush had been over in 1898.  Perhaps he was mining with his brother Tom?

Then we come to Ben.  I cannot find him in the 1900 census.  However, we do know that his son Ivan was born in 1903 in Charleston which is a community of Bremerton.  He was a machinist  so he might have been working at the Navy Ship Yard that was opened around the turn of the century.  Perhaps in 1900 he was in Alaska with his big brothers? All an educated guess.

Another bit of the story is Ed Jones made a name for himself by running for mayor of Renton and he was elected the second mayor of the city for the 1904 – 1908 term.  Prior to that the Bio I received from Renton History Museum has him as a Stationary engineer in charge of Seattle Electric Co. mine in Renton around 1903.  He lived on his farm on Jones road with his mom and they also had a house in Renton on William & Walla Walla across from Tonkin Park. This fits in with Ann leaving the Black Diamond Hotel around 1904 & PCCC owning Black Diamond.

In the 1910 census we can find Ed & Ann as Hotel Keepers on 414 – 4th Avenue, Seattle, WA. Currently this property is a parking lot between two buildings – north side built in 1924 & south 1909.  The 1909 building is called the Crouley Building and was the Reynolds Hotel. Maybe that is it but the address is not perfect. All of this is across the street from the City Hall Park and King County Courthouse & Administration buildings.

In that 1910 census Ben is now in Raymond, Washington down by Willapa Bay along the Pacific Ocean Coast.  He was a Machinist at an Iron Foundry and was with his wife Edith and two children Ivan and Bernice.

Tom was in Alaska per his Obituary and I cannot find him in the census.  Guess he was mining and railroading in the wilds of Alaska.

We have now arrived at the brothers finding the Jones Seam and the Indian Coal Mine. In mid 1918 Ed obtained a lease from Fred & Edith Cavanaugh who owned the property around Cedar Mountain.  This lease was for 25 years starting January 1, 1918. Here they found the Jones Seam and opened it up in a small way.  This is substantiated by the Washington DNR Coal Mine Map of the Jones Slope/Indian Mine and future maps when it was developed into the New Black Diamond Coal Mine.

I believe that somewhere along the line the Jones bought out the Cavanaughs because in a 1920 Seattle Times article it mentions PCCC buying the property from the Jones and the adjacent properties from the Campion Family who owned the Coleman Estate.  Coleman was the original owner of the property to the east where coal was orginally found.  Remember how he beat Martin Cavanaugh (Fred’s father) out of the rights.  In turn Cavanaugh bought other properties on the hill plus where Valley View Mobile Home Park is today on the Maple Valley – Renton Highway.

The Jones family hit the jackpot at this point and sold their rights to Pacific Coast Coal Company. In one of many articles I have they sold their working rights in 1925 which they must have kept in the original sale.

The Jones wasted no time in finding a nice place to retire and bought a house in the Mount Baker neighborhood of Seattle.

The house in Mt Baker that Jones Slope Coal bought

Back of the house that the Jones Family purchased after selling the Indian Coal Mine

In the 1920 census the whole family was living in this house.  That included Ann, Ed, Tom, Ben with his wife Edith and two kids Ivan and Bernice.

A decade later they were still all in the same house along with Ed & Tom’s wives Edna & Vivian.  Guess when they retired they had time and money to get hitched.

Ben dies in 1933 and Tom in 1936. Fairly young guys with both of them in their mid 60’s.

The Jones Farm was on the Jones Road and best I can tell from the description in Ann’s Obituary above it is located across the river from where the 76 station is on the Maple Valley – Renton Highway. It is a large horse farm that is famous for raising and training horses.  I am awaiting info from them and will update if and when they respond.

To wrap up things I went for a visit to Lakeview Cemetery in Seattle near Volunteer Park.  This is one of the cities original pioneer graveyards with many of our founders buried there.

The cemetery was most helpful with the location and who was buried where in the plot. It is in very close proximity to Bruce Lee and Brandon Lee’s graves. As I was documenting and leaving coal and roses at the Jones graves it was a revolving door of people visiting the Lees.  I also went up there when the crowd split and found this little grave next to theirs.  I felt bad for this guy buried decades before the famous father & son. (actually the same year as the Jones Brothers Father was buried)

Mr Malon Grave next to Bruce Lee at Lakeview CemetaryBenjamin P, Ann, Ed, Tom, Ben I, Edna (Ed’s wife), Edith (Ben’s wife), Ivan (Ben’s son), and Bernice Crisp (Ben’s daughter) are interned there.  There is a Jones Family Monument with several of their names inscribed upon it.  Ben P has his own ground marker from 1879. However Ann, Ed & Tom have no true markings that they lay there with the family.

Jones Family Monument at Lakeview Cemetery Seattle, WA

Close up of Jones Monument with Coal from the Indian Coal Mine

Benjamin P Jones grave marker

In my research I realized that Find-A-Grave did not have photos nor complete information around this pioneer family of Renton and Coal Mining.  I posted my photos on all 9 of them, linked the family together and wrote bios.  The site took all my changes and updates.  Mission accomplished.

So here we are in the middle of a terrible time for our world. We are plagued by a terrible virus, the USA is divided politically, regionally and culturally.  Many of us including myself feel a helpless sadness overwhelming our lives. Perhaps this is why I have gone down this rabbit hole of history to bring some order to the world.

But we must remember Times are a changing.  Blink and all will be changed.

Yes Time does change everything. It may take longer than we want it to but look what can happen in 100 years.  Coal was king then and now it is looked down on as a contributor to global warming.  The Jones Family would be astonished at the changes. In the flash not only has our way of life changed drastically but we overcame depression, a World War, civil rights, Vietnam, an industrial revolution, and a technical revolution. May the story of the Jones Family show us that we too can overcome the odds and win.

For those that want to read my adventures on the NBD & Jones Slope I created a directory of my Coal Mine Hunter series.  The NBD and the Jones Slope articles are towards the bottom of the list.  Lost Coal Mines of King County

Perhaps you will be inspired to go on your own adventure and let serendipity lead the way.

Postscript –  I wondered why Vivian Jones (Tom’s wife) was not buried at Lakeview like all the rest of the family.  She was a clerk at Dupont Powder Company in the January 1920 census & married Tom in December of that same year.  She was about 20 years younger than Tom.  Dupont must have supplied the dynamite and blasting powder used by the Jones Brothers.

What I found is she lived until 1970 and is buried in Glendale, California.  She remarried in 1939 Earl J Klingaman and they lived in a rather nice apartment building that still exists today – The Marlborough.  It was built in 1928 as the first high rise residential building.

The Marlborough in Seattle built in 1928 – photo today in 2020

I also found that Earl was a car salesman in California before he enlisted in WWI. He became a flyer but never went to Europe.  He married twice before marrying Vivian.  In 1921 and in 1931. Gave up on finding if he divorced any of his three wives since the sites I found want money.  I have my suspicions but will leave you to ponder this yourself. Just hope Tom was happy the years they were married.

Jones Brothers – Their Story behind the Coal Mine I have been drawn down a rabbit hole to find out more about the three brothers that found the Jones Slope Coal Mine.

[thesschesthair]

Liam: I need you to come get me

Killian: Why? What's wrong?

Liam: I clogged Belle's toilet when I pooped.

Killian: FFS Liam-

Liam: But I took it out and buried it in the cat litter box hoping she wouldn't notice but she did. She then asked me if I crapped in the litter box and I said no.

Killian: And?

Liam: And then she explained to me that her cat died last week- please just come and get me.

[clockadile]

AU where Lt Killian meets and begins courting princess Emma and Liam is SUPER weird and overprotective about it but its not so much that he disapproves as that he’s always been the more knowledgeable and experienced older brother but he’s been so carreer focused that he has no experience with relationships and so he feels insecure but also scared that if something happens he wont be able to give his little brother good advice

[distant-rose]

Honestly, I gotta say that plotting superhero Jones Brothers AU with @queen-mabs-revenge where Liam is a super villain and Killian is oblivious to his brother’s “night job” and a newbie superhero is one of the most fun things I’ve done at 7am in a very, very, very long time.

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International Whump Day Fic

A/N: In honor of International Whump Day, please enjoy this little whumplet which completes my tenth submission for the Whumpetition and tics off the Take Me Instead square of my @badthingshappenbingo​ card.

This is a continuation of my Trapped in a Burning Ship fic, and leads in to another whumplet I wrote a while back, which is linked at the bottom of this post.

Rated M for themes and the overall story arc /  ~1200 words / Available on ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee

Take Me Instead

“Who be the captain among you?”

“I am.” Liam stepped forward to face their captors. “Captain Laim Jones of His Majesty King Xavier’s Royal Navy. And you are?”

“You’ll address me as captain,” the man stated harshly.

“By what right and cause have you attacked my ship, captain.” Liam inquired with an edge of mocking around the man’s title.

“We was commissioned to hunt you and your crew down,” the captain informed him. “You are to be sent back to your swine of a king with a message while ye crew is taken to the slave markets in the south.”

Killian felt the blood drain from his face. Not again, he silently seethed. Never again.

“Take them to the brig,” the captain ordered, and his men stepped forward with weapons in hand to lead the surviving royal crew down below.

“Wait!” Liam called out. “My lieutenant can deliver your missive to the king. Send him and the rest of the crew back, and I will go to the slave market in their place.”

“Why would I agree to that? You wouldn’t be worth the price the lot of them will fetch.”

“Then take me instead, and let my lieutenant go. A captain ought to stand with his men, and face their fate alongside them.”

“Liam,” Killian hissed from behind his brother. “No.”

The captain stepped forward, his eyes bouncing the two men. “Why are you so keen to save this man over any other among your crew?”

“I’m not,” Liam feebly protested. “As my lieutenant it is his role to serve in my place. My king will expect to receive your message from an officer, and Lt. Jones is the only remaining officer I have left.”

“Jones?” the man drawled with a wicked, black smile pulling at his cracked lips. “Not a relation of yours, is he?”

“I am his brother,” Killian snapped. “And he is my captain. He should be the one to deliver your missive. Release him and do with me as you will.”

“Hold your tongue and remember your place, lieutenant,” Liam admonished before turning back to their captor. “We have many enemies in the south. A captain of King Xavier’s will fetch a much higher price than a lieutenant. Take me, and send my brother home.”

“And the rest of your crew? Do you care nothing for them?”

“Of course, I do,” Liam snarled. “But you’ve made it clear only one of us is to go free. If there was anything I could do or say to change your mind and free them, I would.”

The man stared assessingly at Liam for long moments. “As a captain you would fetch a better price. It is definitely worth consideration.” He nodded to his crew to carry on, then stated, “We make port in two days. I’ll decide which of the brothers Jones to send back before we cast off for the south.”

Liam nodded and led the way as he and his men were taken to the cells below deck.

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“It should be you going before the king, not me.” Killian grumbled at his brother through the bars of the cage he’d been placed in.

They’d docked the night before, and Killian was immediately pulled from the cell where he, Liam, and the crew had been held. They forced him into a separate cage, and he and his brother could only surmise it meant he would be the one off loaded and sent back to their kingdom.

“Don’t sulk, little brother,” Liam chided. “You’re our best chance of rescue. It will be up to you to convince the king to send ships to the south to try and head off these pirates before they arrive at the markets.”

Killian nodded. Liam was right. He had to keep his emotions in check and his wits about him.

“On yer feet, ye filthy bilge rats!”

Several pirates made their way into the brig with their captain. The royal crew stood and Liam made his way in front of their assembly, taking a protective stance over his men.

“We cast off with the evening tide,” the captain announced. “Arrangements of transport have been made with a merchant ship on its way to your kingdom. Time to go.”

Killian braced himself, wondering if they meant to lift the cage and wench it over to the merchant ship with him secured inside. That pondering flitted from his mind when he heard a key being inserted into a lock and turned his head to see the cell door holding his crewmen swing open.

“Let’s go, captain.”

“No,” Liam responded with wide, panicked eyes. “You agreed to send my brother.”

“Did I?” the man questioned mockingly, tucking his thumb into his belt as he slouched against the bars. “I don’t recall making such a deal.”

“But you…” Liam’s eyes snapped to Killian, who was clinging to the bars of his cage with white knuckles. “You separated Killian from us. Put him in that cage. I thought…”

“Oh that?” the pirate shrugged. “That’s so the slave traders know he is to be put up for auction separate from the crew. As you said… an officer will fetch a much higher price.”

“Then why not take me instead!” Liam shouted desperately.

The captain smirked and crouched down next to Killian’s cage, looking him over with a gleam in his eye that made his stomach turn.

“I think your brother will appeal to the varied interests among the bidders more than you will, captain.” He reached through the bars to stroke Killian’s cheek, causing him to flinch back and slam against the bars at the farthest end of the cage.

“Don’t touch him!” Liam cried. “I demand that you release my brother back into our king’s custody!”

The pirate captain stood and grasped Liam by the lapel of his coat, wrenching him forward out of the cell. “You have no authority to make any such demands. We’ve been paid handsomely to send you back and sell off your men. Coin carries the only orders I’m willing to follow.”

Liam was shoved into the waiting hands of the pirate crew and dragged back towards the hatch steps.

“No!” he cried out. “No! Let me go! Killian!”

“Brother!” Killian shouted. “Go! Don’t fight! Leave us and return home!”

“No! Please! Release my brother and take me instead! Killi-”

Liam’s words were cut off by the slamming of the hatch door, bathing Killian and the rest of his crew in darkness.

Continued with Mine Now

Tagging the Curious Crew:

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[thesschesthair]

YO

YO- HEY HEY HEY!!!

I NEED TO ASK....

WHY HAS NO ONE DONE A JONES BROTHERS  ‘STAND BY ME’ AU??

I MEAN FFS- THERE’S A FLASHBACK SHOWING BRENNAN COMPLETELY IGNORING KILLIAN WHILE TALKING TO LIAM, LIAM ENCOURAGING HIS LITTLE BROTHER’S WRITING AND BRENNAN GETTING PISSED OFF ABOUT IT.

AND THE KIDS... THE KIDS ARE CLEARLY

GORDIE - KILLIAN

CHRIS - DAVID

VERN - SMEE

TEDDY - WILL SCARLETT

And the bad gang is like.... David’s cousin James, Blackbeard, Ahab and Silver.

BUT LOOK AT THE SAD FLASHBACKS OF HIM REMEMBERING HIS BIG BROTHER...  HIS HERO. 

[hollyethecurious]

Whumpetition Fic #8: Trapped in a Burning Building / Jones Brothers

A/N: My 8th fic for the whumpetition and @badthingshappenbingo - Trapped in a Burning Building Ship

Tagging the Curious Crew: (I am starting from scratch with my tag list. Let me know if you’d like to be (re)added for any new fics or updates)

@kmomof4 @sals86 @jennjenn615 @darkcolinodonorgasm @artistic-writer @courtorderedcake @killian-whump @lillpon @gusenitsaa @pirate-owl

Whumpee: Jones Brothers / Warnings/Tags: Sea battle, explosion, threat of burning, threat of drowning, pinned down, taken captive, and others.

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The concussive force of the fresh volley hitting the ship sent Captain Liam Jones flying into some nearby rigging.

“Report!” he cried out, and the answers that followed made his heart stop.

“Fire! Fire in the hold!”

“Abandon ship!” Liam ordered.

A mad rush began as crewmen prepared the lifeboats while others continued the assault on the enemy ship, hoping to keep it at bay until they could escape. Fire in the hold meant the ship could blow apart at any moment should the flames reach the volatile black powder stored there. Liam scanned the deck, assessing the whereabouts of each of his crew in order to ensure all knew the order to take to the lifeboats.

One man’s absence sent his pulse racing.

“Lieutenant Jones! Has anyone seen the Lieutenant?”

“He went below some time ago, Captain,” a crewman answered as he ran past.

Liam knew he should remain on deck, should stay at the command to see to the battle still waging and the escape efforts being made. But he couldn’t quiet the feeling within that screamed his little brother needed him.

Having given command over to one of his officer’s, Liam hurried down one set of steps that led down into the hold and began to choke on the acrid black smoke billowing from below.

“Killian! Little brother, where are you?!” he cried out between coughs.

“Younger.”

The croaked reply sent a swell of relief through him, but it was short lived. A swirl of air wafting from a hole blown into the side of the hull parted the smoke revealing a fallen pieces of debris with his brother trapped beneath. A wave of heat engulfed Liam as he continued on towards his brother’s side, crouching low to keep himself below the smoke that was thankfully vacating the hold through the hatch openings on deck. The flames seemed isolated behind the bulkhead that separated the stern hold from the armory, though given the amount of smoke making its way into the hold that stored their battlements, the dividing wall must have been compromised during the battle.

The partition didn’t keep the room from feeling like a furnace though, and it would only be a matter of time before the fire reached or did enough damage to sink them. Liam needed to get Killian out from beneath the rubble, immediately.

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Killian tried again in vain to remove the heavy debris from his legs. Sweat poured from his brow as the temperature within the hold began to rise, and the alarming amount of billowing smoke told him that a fire must have ignited within one of the compartments behind him. Frantic shouts and footfalls echoed from above, drowning out his cries for help.

He was quickly becoming lethargic from the sweltering air, which was becoming thin and so infused with smoke he couldn’t stop the convulsing coughs forcefully expelling from his lungs. He thought he might be hallucinating when he heard his brother’s voice call out for him through the swirling clouds of ash, but it didn’t stop him from muttering a reply of disdain against the infernal moniker Liam like to rib him with.

“Killian!” Several hard taps stung his cheeks where Liam was attempting to rouse him. “Wake up! Killian, open your eyes! That’s an order!”

Killian coughed out a scoff at the ludicrous demand but managed to pry his eyes open. Embers wafted overhead and the crackle of flames consuming the ship became more pronounced in Killian’s ears.

“We have to get you out of here,” Liam shouted as he tried to remove the timber that had Killian’s legs pinned.

“Liam!” Killian protested, grabbing onto his brother’s arm. “You have to go. There’s no time. Get off the ship. Save yourself.”

“No.” Liam shook his head, his eyes wide but determined. “I will not leave a man behind. The captain should be the last to leave the ship, and if need be, go down with it.”

“Stubborn arse,” Killiam muttered, knowing there was no point in arguing.

Futilely, the two continued to work together to try and move the debris until fatigue from the now roasting degrees took over. Liam slumped down next to Killian, both men utterly defeated and resigned to their fate. The footfalls above had all but quieted, and Killian felt a comfort in knowing the crew had made it off the ship in time.

The bulkhead collapsed, flooding the armory with a cloud of ash and sparks that threatened to blow them sky high, yet, miraculously, none had ignited the powder kegs.

“It has been an honor to serve at your side, brother,” Killian panted, clasping onto Liam’s hand with his own.

“It has been an honor being your brother,” Liam responded, pulling his hand from Killian’s grip so he could wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him in close.

The heat was unbearable, the smoke a suffocating shroud that hovered over them like a placeholder for death. Fear thundered in Killian’s ears as he started to feel himself slip into unconsciousness. Before the darkness could fully envelop him, a whistle pierced through his cognition.

“In coming!” he heard a faint shout call out from the distance before being violently jarred by the impact of a cannon ball striking the hull.

The weight on his legs shifted, causing him to scream in pain. His mind was still trying to process the agony, unaware that it had suddenly stopped when a swell of frigid sea water washed over him, jarring him back into full awareness.

“Brother!” Liam cried out, and Killian watched in horror as Liam was dragged out the side of the ship, through the blast from the recent volley.

“Liam!”

The pull of the sea gripped him, and he realized he was no longer trapped beneath the wreckage. Instinctually, he reached out to grab onto something that might keep him from the same fate as his brother. Staring into the dark abyss of Davy Jones’ locker, Killian considered his options. The ship was going down, but the waters had not yet reached the fire that still threatened the powder stores. He could wait and be blown apart, or join his brother and meet his reward as a true sailor, taken by his mistress, the sea.

“I will follow you, brother. To the ends of the earth.”

Killian closed his eyes and let go, surrendering himself to the current. Drawn free of the ship, the turbulent waters spun him until he could no longer distinguish which way led towards the surface. Not that it mattered. The drag of the sinking vessel would tug him further down and he had not the strength to fight its force. Suddenly, a shockwave propelled him upward, the icy waters becoming tepid around him.

The flames must have finally reached the black powder.

Killian had only a moment to consider that realization before his head broke free from the surface and a gasping breath burned its way into his lungs.

“Lieutenant!” a nearby crewman in one of the lifeboats called out.

“My brother?” Killian croaked after he was pulled into the dinghy and given a blanket for warmth. “Where is my brother?”

“That’s captain to you,” Liam replied from behind him with a hint of relief. “Glad to see you are still with us, lieutenant.”

“Well, as I’ve always told you, captain. I’m a survivor.”

A shadow cast itself over the lifeboat. The crewman craned their necks, peering up at the enemy vessel and the guns trained on their assembly.

“Let’s hope that remains true, little brother,” Liam murmured into his ear before he called out their surrender.

“Younger,” Killian groused back, earning him a smirk from Liam before they met their fates as prisoners of war.