Bill Jones, who passed early this year, and his wife Barb are certainly familiar to followers of this space. Nothing lasts forever. Not trees, not rocks and certainly not people. Bill lasted longer than most. He left us his memories of early parts of his long life here in Maplewood. I know that I am not alone in saying that I truly appreciate and enjoy them.
Not too long ago, as I sat with them at their dining room table, the conversation turned to the singing that they both had done in church. They asked if I might care for a demonstration. I would so they did. Bill and Barb in their finest operatic voices sang for me a song that I’m ashamed to admit I don’t recall the name of. Their voices were very clear and powerful, well suited to the large church spaces they were accustomed to singing in. I remember thinking at the time that this was one of those occasions that one recalls frequently after they have occurred but might not realize the importance of at the time they are occurring. I did and was happy to be there.
Bill’s remembrances of early life in Maplewood are rare and fascinating. Here are all of the posts we made beginning with the earliest.
And remember, they were all typed by Barb. Rest in peace, my friend.
Doug Houser February 28, 2021