OBITUARY

Leon Jonesy M. Jones

August 29, 1939January 3, 2013
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Leon M. Jones, 73, of Dunwoody, GA died suddenly on January 3, 2013. He was born in Norwich, NY, and raised on a dairy farm in the picturesque village of Hamilton, NY. He graduated from Colgate University in 1961, where he was a member of Delta Upsilon and the football team, and went to Naval Flight Training in Pensacola, FL that fall. While in the Navy, Leon was a member of VA-15 based on the aircraft carrier Franklin D. Roosevelt, CVA-42, where he flew the AD Skyraider. He married his wife, Sue Summerville, in Jacksonville, FL in 1965. Leon was hired by Delta Air Lines in 1966 where he flew ten different airplanes over a 31-year career. He lived a life of service and was respected for his character and integrity. He was an extremely generous man with both his time and talents. Leon was a devoted member of Kingswood United Methodist Church, and was the volunteer jack-of-all-trades for the Kingswood Pre-School as well as an AARP tax volunteer for twelve years. He lived in the Village Mill neighborhood in Dunwoody for 42 years. The Leon Jones Pool House was named in his honor as a thank you for his many hours of dedication to the neighborhood pool. Leon was preceded in death by his parents Clifford and Marian Jones and his sister, Eleanor Emanuel. Leon is survived by his beloved family: wife Sue, son Allen (wife Nancy), and daughter Emily, and two grandchildren, Carly and Stewart Jones, whom he adored. He is also survived by his brothers Elwyn of Hamilton, NY and Carl (wife Marilyn) of Lancaster, PA, and his sister Madeleine Daubert (husband Bob) of Flat Rock, NC, and many nieces and nephews. Donations may be made to Kingswood United Methodist Church, 5015 Tilly Mill Road, Dunwoody, GA 30338. Funeral services will be held Tuesday, January 8, 2013 at Kingswood United Methodist Church at 10:00 a.m. A reception will follow the service at the church. Interment services will be held at 2:30 p.m. at Georgia National Cemetery in Canton, GA.

Services

  • Funeral Service Tuesday, January 8, 2013
  • Committal Service Tuesday, January 8, 2013

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Vincent Crow

February 25, 2013

May God bless your family. I had the privilege of flying with Leon many times at Delta, he was always good company as well as the consummate professional.

James "Jim" Dyk

January 24, 2013

Dear Folks,
I had the joy of shipping out with Mortimer (Leon) on the Roosevelt. I was a very late member of VA-15, replacing a squadron member who had crashed. I became one of the four junior officers who slept under the catapults. And, I was one of the four bachelors who shared the house in Jacksonville. Mort finished his tour, while Bill Byers and I went west to visits in Viet Nam.
I have all sorts of memories of Mort, but, my favorites had to do with the quality officer and pilot that he was. He was respected by enlisted and officer. And, the few times I flew with him, he knew his stuff. As a "rookie" I had to depend on my flight leader and Leon earned my trust and respect. He was GOOD!
I have lost an old friend, not as severe a loss as yours...but, I have lost a friend.

God bless your home and all in it,

I suspect God has selected Leon to pilot one of His private jets.

Jim

Gus Rinaldi

January 13, 2013

Please accept my deepest sympathies.

EG

January 10, 2013

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.

Plato Rhyne

January 8, 2013

Sue and family,
I am very sorry that I did not get a chance to speak to you today at Leon's Celebration of Life but I just want you to know what a pleasure it was to know and be associated with Leon all the many years at Delta. He was the type of man we all aspire to be. May God bless you at this time of sorrow and thank you for sharing him with us all.

Jim Hoogerwerf

January 8, 2013

I liked to fly with Leon. He always had a wry grin on his face and was low key in the cockpit. Jim Hoogerwerf

I wrote this for my father when he passed away, but it is apropos for Leon.(Note: This work is copyrighted, but I own the copyright, so I hope it is accepted for inclusion)

THE OLD AVIATOR'S FINAL FLIGHT
By
James J. Hoogerwerf

...On the horizon of his consciousness white clothed figures move about the Old Aviator as he lies still on the hospital bed. Sometimes they lean over to inspect his weary frame. At other times they turn toward each other as they quietly converse. The Old Aviator doesn't hear what they are saying; he pays them scant attention....
The Old Aviator is floating as if perched on a cloud adrift with the carefree currents of air. It wasn't too long ago he would have felt the bumps as his aircraft swept swiftly through the clouds, but his sojourn of life is coming to a close. Just as before when he was an eager young aviator on standby, he is ready for the call whenever it should come.
...Faintly a phone begins to ring. He hears it again and again persistently. Will no one answer it?
As if they can't hear it the figures about him pay no attention. How can that be? Its insistent ring is clear enough to him.....
Through his stupor his mind reaches out to take the call. Speaking with an uncharacteristic exigency, it is Curly at scheduling. He has a trip to cover. It is a special flight and the Old Aviator is number one the list to go.
The Old Aviator signs in early; he's never been late. He waves at Curly; old habits are hard to break. The flight plan looks good; no problem with the weather. Seems routine. Through the window see his aircraft ready, waiting. Well, it is time to go.
As he completes his preflight the Old Aviator is amazed at the aircraft. While it appears to have had plenty of use, the Old Aviator's critical eye picks out the special details of care it has received. Obviously it is the object of a special pride. This pleases the Old Aviator and he makes a note in the logbook complimenting the ground crew.
Sitting in the cockpit he notices the many family and friends who have come to say farewell; so many familiar faces that he knows so well. He salutes a good-bye.
As one would expect with such a fine aircraft, there are no problems and he departs on time. Start the engines, taxi out, checklists - busy but routine activities that are so familiar to him after his many years of experience. On the runway, he sets the power for takeoff and begins to roll. Faster and faster, the aircraft seems to have a purpose all its own. Rotate. Liftoff. He is on his way.
...The figures about the Old Aviator's bed move with a quickened sense of urgency but there is nothing they can do to hold him back. The Old Aviator has departed....
He wonders at his good fortune to have been assigned this final flight. He loves the freedom of flight. Free to cover great distances, to climb high, to go fast, to view the world from a unique perspective, to know friends in distant places. The exhilaration and joy are his to experience one last time. To make the most of it, he resolves to relive his life's experiences.
The Old Aviator crosses continents and oceans as he flies from night to day and back. Above the weather and within it, he sees the earth's cloak change through the seasons. He feels the heat and the fear of the world's wars and witnesses mankind's folly and his genius. At dusk he zooms upward to make the sun rise in the west and loses a day as he crosses the International Dateline. He wonders again at the thousands more stars he can see from above the earth's atmosphere and watches awestruck as a shooting star streaks to its fiery end.
For his grand finale, the Old Aviator sets cruise power and travels the globe visiting all the places he has seen. They are destinations of a lifetime: the world's natural and man made wonders in hundreds of cities and countries on every continent. As his arrival inexorably approaches, he judges himself and his life. He is satisfied.
Oh, so soon the journey must end. The memory of departure good-byes fades with the anticipation of arrival greetings. For those awaiting him, his craft first appears as a tiny speck in the sky and then grows to its life size as its wheels touch the runway and he taxis up to the arrival gate.
So many people are there to greet him! How long have they been waiting? He knows he's not late. The Old Aviator sees all the faces to whom he has said good-bye as they departed on their own last journeys. They haven't forgotten him either!
...The pace of the figures around the Old Aviator's bed slows. They straighten up and stand momentarily silent. One by one, they move away; how sad they look....
The Old Aviator would understand. How could they know of the gratitude he felt for his life of flight and the joy he now has to be among family and friends again.
Those who knew you Old Aviator, THEY would know. Old friend, WE know. Good-bye. ..again. ..for now....
Copyright 1989 by James J. Hoogerwerf

Ann Lang

January 8, 2013

O Allen, what stunning sadness accompanies this sudden loss of Leon, your beloved father and dearest friend. Greg, Dave and their families join me in sending our deepest sympathy and love to you and Nancy as well as the entire Jones family. Our hearts will be with you today at the funeral.

EG

January 7, 2013

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.

January 7, 2013

With deepest sympathy to the Jones family during your time of grief...Proverb 3:3...May God provide you with peace and comfort to endure the days ahead.

Jim Hyman

January 7, 2013

I was shocked and saddened to learn of Leon's passing. I'm a retired Delta pilot, by way of National and Pan Am, who received his line check from Leon on the B-757/767. But, more importantly, I grew up in upstate New York and attended the University of Rochester( one of Colgate's football opponents ). We were definitely kindred spirits and had a great time together. Leon was a true gentleman.

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