Georgia Reba Jones

August 15, 1925 -- January 2, 2014

-aka- Mom, Grandma, 'George', Georgia, Georgia Reba, Aunt Georgia, G Reba, Becky George.

According to Eskimo Legend, stars may be openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

Georgia will rest in peace at Marcus Memorial Park Cemetery in Fredericktown, Missouri, joining her husband, her parents, and his parents.

Georgia was the daughter of George and Grace Skyles, sister of James L. Skyles, and lived in Advance, MO until moving to Fredericktown, MO. There she met L. Harold ('Red') Jones; they were married on June 1, 1946. A daughter, Martha M., was born on July 31, 1947. The family later moved to Hillsboro, MO and then on to St. Louis, MO. After her husband died in 2003, she moved to Cary, North Carolina to live with her daughter's family: Curt and Marti Levengood and their daughter, Christy.

Georgia worked for 25+ years at a Merle Norman cosmetic studio; she made people beautiful and happy with her make-up artistry. She loved playing volleyball, ice skating, boating, crocheting and working jig saw puzzles on winter days, and tending flowers in the spring. She cherished family and friends; many gone on ahead but never forgotten.

Georgia loved and was well loved by many 'four leggers' as she called them: Mickey, Liz, Rascal, Petey, Perry, Brandy, Nippy, Chequers, Tuni, Mandy, Quincy, Willy, and Nik, all greeting her at the Rainbow Bridge. Fezziwig and Neko still live in Cary, NC. Kermit and Leo now reside in NYC.

Georgia enjoyed the comedies on Saturday night, the dramas on Sunday night, and many musical programs on PBS TV.

In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to your local PBS TV station.

"When I am gone, release me, let me go.

I have so many things to see and do,

You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears,

But be thankful we had so many good years.

I gave you my love, and you can only guess

How much you've given me in happiness.

I thank you for the love that you have shown,

But now it is time I traveled on alone.

So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must

Then let your grief be comforted by trust

That it is only for a while that we must part,

So treasure the memories within your heart.

I won't be far away for life goes on.

And if you need me, call and I will come.

Though you can't see or touch me, I will be near

And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear

All my love around you soft and clear

And then, when you come this way alone,

I'll greet you with a smile and a "Welcome Home".