The Legend of George Jones: His Life and Death by Peanutt Montgomery

Author:Peanutt Montgomery [Montgomery, Peanutt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heritage Builders
Published: 2014-03-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Linda (Welborn) (Jones) Dodson

Wife Number Four

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(Written by Linda Jones)

“I personally want to tell you about myself, Linda Carolyn (Green) (Welborn) (Jones) Dodson. Some of the books that have been written about George Jones and Tammy Wynette have all but chewed me up and spit me out. Even though I will have to pay thanks to George, he never put me down in any of the books. Of course, George knew me, and he knew that a lot of what has been said is not the truth. I realize that some people will do or say anything to gain a few brownie points with someone they’re trying to get close to or impress.

I will tell the truth in this chapter, and I hope I don’t hurt anybody. I’m not writing this portion of the book to get back at anybody. I don’t have anything to gain or anything to lose, and I’m not being paid any money. I simply want the truth to be known. I was born in Marion County, Alabama on August 8, 1948. My parents are James Alvin and Irene Green. I was the fifth child of their nine children. There were four before me and four after me. I guess I have always been stuck in the middle. My dad went to work at Reynolds Metal Company in 1947. When I was six years old, we moved to Muscle Shoals, Alabama and that’s where I spent my younger years.

I started school at Howell Graves School in Muscle Shoals. I wasn’t what you’d call a real country girl. I have always lived in the city limits. I have never lived on a farm, but we did have animals to take care of. I had chores just like people that did live in the country. My mother never had a job outside of the home. She was too busy sewing, cooking, and cleaning. My dad believed in working hard and each child was expected to do chores around the home.

Every cotton crop owner in the county would come to our house and ask daddy to let us children pick or chop cotton for them. They knew how hard daddy worked and made us work. They knew we were healthy kids and were able to do a good job for them. We were not too happy that they thought that much of us, but daddy took it as a real compliment. He was big on wanting his children to always be ready and willing to help anybody out that needed help.

Our family was not what you would consider poor people. We just lived like we were poor kids. Daddy saved half of his weekly paychecks and put it in savings. We lived off of the other half, and the extra money he’d pick up from odd jobs. My mother was a Christian lady. We went to church every time the doors were open. She would not let us miss a service, come rain, hail, sleet, or snow, we went to church.

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