Birth date: Jun 13, 1928 Death date: Dec 8, 2015
John Paul Jones was born on June 13, 1928 and passed away December 8, 2015 in Garland, Texas. He was born to Theodore T. Jones and Rose Sharpe in Enon, Louisiana. John was a delightful man who loved being around people. He especia Read Obituary
Cathi & Butch Ross , & Amie, Mike, Jakob, & Kolt Steiert purchased the Sweet Liberty for the family of John Paul Jones.
When I went to visit him at the home, he made sure everyone knew who I was. Going down the hall telling everyone, this is my boy. This is my son. As his son, I made sure his desired final arrangements were carried out. This is my gift to you. Rick Hargrove
Thank you Rick. He was an amazing soul. My sons, husband, Mom and I will miss him
Your body may have physically left this earth, but your presence is still here. I still hear your voice from our many late night talks. You will live on in our hearts. Every time one of us tells one of your stories ( & there where many!) we will remember that smile?.and the twinkle in your eyes as you lit up the entire room sharing it with us for the first time. The laughs we shared have become more precious than pieces of gold & silver. I am thankful that we did reconnect, but feel very robbed of the 20 yrs that I missed out on. I am thankful that my son got to have a relationship with you. JP, you were truly one of a kind?..I am not sure the world could have handled two of you. While I unfortunately cannot be there to say goodbye, I will spend this weekend (& many, many more!) thinking about you. I love & miss you dearly! Til we meet again!
A day I never wanted to see has come. My Uncle Paul passed away. He was my mother's baby brother, my Granny's baby boy… the baby three times over, because the younger sisters who followed did not survive. He was full of mischief as a boy… taking a part every clock he could find to see what made it work and destroying the only store bought dolly my mother ever had, to see what made it say "Mama". He was unnamed until after graduation. Known only as "Buster". The Navy wouldn't accept that, since it wasn't on any legal document, so he had his name changed to John Paul Jones in order to enlist. That was fine, he had more than enough personality to live up to a legendary name. A bon vivant, a hail fellow well met, he brought his raucous, knee-slapping laughter and comedic persona to every occasion…EVERY occasion. He'd left the Pelican State long before I was born, but just as sure as the seasons changed, he would blow into town every summer (for his birthday!) and fall (for his mother's birthday!) and set the world on its ear. My mother and Granny cleaned for weeks, and cooked days, before his coming — not that he would notice, but probably to channel their excitement. Unlike any of the other men in my life, with his crew cut, Bermuda shorts, Marlboro reds and tattoo… he held court… quick to fill you in on how long it took him to arrive and how many miles to the gallon his newest car got. He made Texas sound like a magical place and was ridiculously proud to be transplanted… once I married and moved here myself, I "got it", but was surprised to find that he was equally ridiculously proud to be from Louisiana!! Maybe it was the heavy sprinkling of 4-letter words in his non-stop monologue, or the smokes, but he seemed deliciously naughty, and always had a quick wink and a nod at us kids when something he said elicited a shocked reaction from some of the adults. He was a larger than life hero and I could go on, but I'll stop. Maybe its being the baby of the family, or probably just that we both have that personality that makes people either really love us or really, really not want to be around us — I don't know, but there was a bond that never waivered. And like him, I can't change who I am just in hopes that you'll like me. But if you stick around long enough, I bet I can make you LOL. Lord, could that man make you LOL! p.s…..if you ever experienced Uncle Paul or "JP", feel free to share. I need to lol through the tears. Pam
