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Woodson Johnson Stone Family

Woodson Johnson Stone Family

This photo of the Woodson Johnson Stone family belongs to the family of Raymond Reginald Stone, who resided in Mineral Wells, Palo Pinto County, Texas at the time of his death in 2002. Raymond, a descendant of Woodson J. Stone, said that his mother gave him the picture many years ago. At the time, Raymond did not get the information regarding the identities of the people in the photo. He told me that he was sure that it was a picture of Woodson and his brothers and sisters. He believed that Woodson is one of the men on the right side of the picture, but did not know for sure which one.

Woodson J. Stone was the son of William Tilford Stone. He was born July 20, 1817 in Galena, Stone Co, Missouri, and died August 3, 1888 in Malakoff, Henderson Co., Texas. His first wife was Mable P. Hurley. He later married Martha Criss Ann Pritchard who was born September 1, 1826.


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