January 6, 1951 – September 22, 2018
Winston C. Jones of Quincy and formerly of East Boston passed away on September 22, 2018. Winston grew up in Fryeburg, ME and was the beloved son of the late Rev. C. Weston and Evelyn (Hall) Jones. Loving brother of F. Woodman Jones and his wife Connie of FL, Barbara L. Crowley and her husband Fred of Quincy, Wendall H. Jones and his wife Paula of Columbia, Brenda L. Shepherd and her husband Louis of New Bedford, Webster Jones of E. Conway, NH, John Wesley Jones of Roxbury and the late Charles Weldon Jones. Also survived by many loving nieces and nephews. He was a special friend to Joyce Loiselle of Chelsea for many years. Winston was a Navy Veteran and worked as a home health aide and was a volunteer at a soup kitchen. He will be greatly missed by many friends in East Boston, the Fort Square Presbyterian Church, Pagnano Towers in Quincy and the Thursday morning Breakfast Club. Services will be private. In lieu of flowers, please make donations in Winston’s memory to: Fort Square Presbyterian Church, 16 Pleasant St., Quincy, MA 02169.
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Mary Jane Ruggles Dow
October 6, 2018
As a Fryeburg Academy class mate of Winston's, I remember him as a quietly friendly and pleasant person. He died way too early. May he rest in the Peace that passes understanding
Mary Jane Ruggles Dow, FA class of 1969
September 26, 2018
I think Winston might be one of the sweetest guys I ever met! I knew him through my very close friend and chosen mother, Joyce. We all visited together in Quincy on a few occasions and when Winston would get on a bus in Quincy to come all the way out to Chelsea to visit her. Sometimes by surprise! I am in Joyce's home a lot to visit and to clean for her and there are reminders of Winston everywhere. He gave Joyce so many thoughtful sweet little gifts for every occasion. His kindness and generosity of spirit were so apparent. He was so warm and caring and easy to talk with. I cleaned for him a couple of times too and he was so fun to be around even when he wasn't well. It was a true and honest joy to have had the opportunity to help him out, the guy who gave to everyone else, even if it was just a small thing I could do. Wow! What sense of humor he had! When Joyce and I visited him in the hospital that last time, through all his pain he was still cracking jokes! There is so much more I could mention-- the love of his cat, hearing stories of his life and family, sharing good food and laughter, how I'm still kind of disappointed we never did get a chance to listen to old records together. Winston, I am humbled to have known you for the short time I did and I will never forget you! Sending hugs to Heaven (I know you are there)!