Date of death: 14 Apr 1888
Franklin Republican, April 20, 1888
Jubal Jones was born Oct. 9th 1798. Died April 14th, 1888, aged eighty-nine years, six months and five days. Mrs. Jones was a native of Patrick county Va. Married Jane Suiter of Tazwell county and with a family of young children he and Mrs. Jones came to this county in 1831. He first settled on a piece of land north east of Franklin, something over a mile. After improving it he sold it and bought a farm south west of Greenwood, on which he lived for a number of years, raised a large family of boys and girls, most of whom are still with us. Capt. Jones of Pleasant township one of our most respectable and wealthy citizens, is a son of theirs, also, L. W. Jones, who now lives on the old farm is a member of the family. Mrs. Pierce of Greenwood, is their only living daughter. There have been no more industrious, upright nor well disposed, among the worthy old pioneers of this county than Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Their married life covers a space of nearly seventy years. And yet in all that time Uncle Jubal was the same kindhearted, honest, well respected and well-to-do citizen. The family relationship is remarkable in this that Mr. and Mrs. Jones lived to see the fifth generation, children, grand-children, great-grand-children married, and a number of great-great-children (sic). This numerous progeny, together with many loving friends and neighbors followed the remains to Honey Creek church where the dust of our honored dead was laid to rest last Sabbath, in hope of the resurrection and a blissful immortality, awaiting all who live and die as Grand-father Jones lived among us. This memoir would not be complete without this last word of testimony from one who has known the deceased for fifty years. Mr. Jones was peculiarly happy and hopeful in his disposition. A kinder and more patient man would be hard to find. Industrious and painstaking in all respects. But now that he is gone from home, friends and all that was dear to him, and the many who loved him so well, we may say, good bye, Uncle Jubal, till we meet in the better land.
Submitted by Lois Johnson