Wayne County, NC Matthew Mile Jones Cemetery Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/nc/ncfiles.htm From the files of the late Barbara Lancaster Posted with permission from her family MATTHEW MILE JONES CEMETERY Outlaw Road Dudley, NC 28333 N35 16.93 W078 00.25 Located close to Outlaw Road approximately 1/4 mile from its intersection with Emmaus Church Road at the edge of the woods on the north side of the road. Brogden Township Surname Given Name Birth Date Death Date Comments Row 1 Jones Daniel Edmund 19 Feb 1861 31 Jul 1938 Bradshaw Emma 29 Apr 1880 19 Nov 1942 w/o Daniel E. Jones Row 2 Jones Simon Wesley b/o Daniel E. Jones 3 graves slate markers Row 3 2 graves slate markers Funeral home marker Ellis Funeral home marker Row 4 Jones Reddick H. Marker Co H 66 NC Inf CSA Not known where he is buried To his memory Row 5 Jones Matthew Mile [1820 ?] Stone marker Marker Co C 27 NC Mil CSA 1903 Jones Harriet McLemore (1821 1906] Stone marker w/o Matthew Miles Jones There are numerous sunken graves Some information provided by Stacey Jones End of Record From Sarah Virginia "Jennie" Jones, granddaughter of Matthew and Harriet McLemore Jones; memories of her grandparents: "He was a rather stern appearing man and the fact that he had but one eye made him appear even more forbidding. There were conflicting stories as to how he lost his eye. Some said he lost it in a duel with swords there were rumors that he was quite a sport in his younger days; others maintained he lost it in a rough and tumble fight with a ruffian who clawed it out with his fingers. This leads me to believe that no one ever actually pinned him down to the truth or details of the story. It doesn't matter except that the highly colored stories and his somber appearance caused me to look on him with more awe and morbid speculation than love. No doubt he was a fine man and I never heard of any irregularities in his later life. Both he and grandma were staunch Primitive Baptists. I cannot remember when I first saw grandma nor when I learned to love her; I imagine it was simultaneously. She was a jolly little Scotch Irish woman with twinkling eyes and a cherrie word for everybody. She was the mother of thirteen children, nearly all of them seemed to inherit her happy attitude towards life. They all possessed good voices, as well as musical talent."