We spent a few minutes with Linda Jones Clough, daughter of Chuck Jones, the other day and we asked her what it was like to grow up with Chuck Jones as your father.  She had this to say:

"People have often asked me what it was like to grow up with Chuck Jones.  I wish I had taken notes so I would have more wonderful anecdotes to share, but I can tell you this:  We often went for drives with no destination in mind, just the two of us, and as we rolled along the boulevards and streets of Los Angeles we played word games, imagination games, and talked about all manner of things.  I can honestly say that no one has ever had a better, more wonderful father than I had. 

Chuck Jones and his daughter, Linda, out for a drive in Hollywood, 1941.

"My father often said that they (at the studio) couldn’t possibly have realized that they were working in what would later be dubbed “The Golden Age of Animation.”  They did know, however, that they were making animated films that often amused themselves.  They agreed that was the great freedom of the times for them, and they all seem to have been grateful for it.  

Dorothy, Margaret, Richard and Chuck Jones on Balboa beach, Newport Beach, 1916.

"My paternal grandparents encouraged creativity of mind, body and thought in their four children, which resulted in all four being artists in their own right: brother Richard a talented photographer and painter; sister Margaret a brilliant textile designer and weaver; and sister Dorothy, an excellent writer, illustrator, and sculptor.  It seems likely to me that that the same creative encouragement he provided for me at home, may have also contributed to his directorial excellence."