Mrs Casey Jones still lives in Jackson, Tenn. She has two sons and a daughter. Charles Jones, her younger son, lives in Jackson; Lloyd, the older son, is with a Memphis auto agency; and her daughter, Mrs. George McKenzie, lives in Tuscaloosa, Ala.
Although 41 years have flitted by since Miss Janie Brady said "I do" and became the bride of John Luther (Casey) Jones, Mrs Jones still keeps green the memory of that glad occasion. Today, still on the sunny side of 60, the plump blond woman with her cheery smile tells graphically the story of how her husband was killed, and how Wallace Saunders composed the original air and words that later swept the country for years as the epic ballad of the railroader.
"My husband's real name was John Luther Jones," she told her latest interviewer. "He was a loveable lad - 6 feet 4 1/2 inches in height, darkhaired and gray-eyed. Always he was in good humor and his Irish heart was as big as his body. All the railroaders were fond of Casey, and his wiper, Wallace Saunders, just worshipped the ground he walked on."
The interviewer asked Mrs. Jones how her husband got the nickname Casey.
"Oh, I supposed everyone knew that!" she replied. "He got it from the town of Cayce, Kentucky, near which he was born. The name of the town is locally pronounced in two syllables, exactly like 'Casey'."
Mrs. Jones remembers Wallace Saunders very well, although she has not seen him for years.
"Wallace's admiration of Casey was little short of idolatry," she said. "He used to brag mightly about Mr. Jones even when Casey was only a freight engineer."
Casey Jones was known far and wide among railroad men, for his peculiar skill with a locomotive whistle.
"You see," said Mrs. Jones, "he astablished a sort of trade mark for himself by his inimitable method of blowing a whistle. It was a kind of long-drawn-out note that he created, beginning softly, then rising, then dying away almost to a whisper. People living along the Illinois Central right of way between Jackson and Water Valley would turn over in their beds late at night and say: 'There goes Casey Jones,' as he roared by."
After he had put in several years as freight and passenger engineer between Jackson and Water Valley, Casey was transfered early in 1900 to the Memphis-Canton (Miss.) run as throttle-puller of the Illinois Central's crack "Cannonball" train.
Casey and his fireman, Sim Webb, rolled into Memphis from Canton about 10 o'clock Sunday night, April 29. They went to the checking- in office and were prepared to go to their homes when Casey heard somebody call out: "Joe Lewis has just been taken with cramps and can't take his train out tonight."
"I'll double back and pull Lewis' old No. 638," Casey volunteered.
At 11 o'clock that rainy Sunday night Casey and Sim Webb clambered aboard the big engine and eased her out of the station and through the South Memphis yards.
Four o'clock of the 30th of April. The little town of Vaughn, Miss. A long winding curve just above the town, and a long sidetrack beginning about where the curve ended.
"There's a freight train on the siding," Casey yelled across to Sim Webb.
Knowing the siding there was a long one, and having passed many other freights on it, Casey figured he would do the same this night.
But there was two seperate sections of a very long train on the sidetrack this night. And the rear one was a little too long to get all its length off the main track onto the siding. The freight train crews figured on "sawing by"; that is as soon as the passenger train passed the front part of the first train, it would move forward and the rear freight would move up, thus clearing the main track.
But Casey's speed-about fifty miles an hour-was more than the freight crews bargained for.
But when old 638 was within a hundred feet of the end of the siding the horrified eyes of Casey Jones and Sim Webb beheld through the gloom the looming shape of several boxcars in motion, swinging across from the main line to the side-track. In a flash both knew there way no earthly way of preventing a smashup.
"Jump, Sim, and save yourself!," was Casey's last order to his fireman. As for himself, Casey through his engine in reverse and applied the air-brakes-all any engineer could do, and rode roaring 638 into a holocaust of crashing wood that splintered like match boxes. Sim Webb jumped, fell into some bushes and was not injured.
When they took Casey's body from the wreckage (old 638 had plowed through the cars and caboose and turned over on her side a short distance beyond) they found one hand on the whistle cord, the other on the air-brake lever.
"I remember," Sim Webb told Casey's widow, "that as I jumped Casey held down the whistle in a long, piercing scream. I think he must have had in mind to warn the freight conductor in the caboose so he could jump."
Probably no individual, excepting a member of Casey's family, was more affected by the sad news than Wallace Saunders.
A few days later he was going about singing a song to a melody all his own. The air had a lilt that caught the fancy of every one who heard it. But Wallace, honest old soul, had no idea of doing more than singing it as a sort of tribute to his white friend's memory.
But one day a song writer passed through Jackson and heard the song and the details of Casey's tragic death. He went off and changed the words, but retained the lilting refrain and the name Casey Jones. That was about 1902.
At the time of his death Casey Jones was living in Jackson, Tennesse, about 90 miles east of Memphis. The actual house that he was living in at the time, as well as other artifacts related to his life and tragic death have been preserved at the Casey Jones Museum in Jackson. The museum includes Casey's house, a steam engine similar to Casey's number 638, a scale model of the siding at Vaughn and a short video presentation about Casey and his life. There is also a gift shop where you can purchase various railroad memorabilia. If you ask at the gift shop they might even direct you to the local cemetary where Casey makes his last resting place.
The phone number for the Casey Jones Museum is (901) 668-1222. There is also a Casey Jones Museum in Vaughan, Miss, call (601) 673-9864.