by David Shannon
Dorothy Jones was a wonderful lady who had her beginnings at Carthage Junction in Smith County. As a young girl her family moved to Mt. Juliet. While in the 8th grade she set her eyes on Guy Jones. She was a cheerleader and he was a football player. She was determined to win his heart even though at the time he had his interest on another young lady. She won his eye and enjoyed riding his three wheel (street) motorcycle. They married on July 3, 1950. So much good has come from this holy union. She began as a young woman working in Smith’s Grocery, the telephone company as an operator, then 20 years for the State of Tennessee in the Title Department and eventually as a secretary at Jones Brothers. In 1963 they moved to their house on the lake. They loved raising their daughter Carol and granddaughters Chandra and Tansy on the water. She loved to ski, ride the boat, sew, cook, bargain shop, and ride the tractor with the children. She was energetic, strong-willed, sweet, generous, and faithful.
Dorothy had a servant’s heart which constantly blessed her family. Being the oldest of three children she faithfully served her parents, Wirt and Ola Bennett Paty, while they were aging. She loved Guy. She waited on his every need when he returned from work each day. When someone accused her of petting him, her reply was ‘that is what I want to do!� Throughout the years in sickness and in health she served her husband. The last several months Guy too continued to shower sacrificial love upon her while caring for her each day during her long hospital stay. She loved Carol and her granddaughters. Because she wanted her family close, she and Guy helped secure houses beside them which Chandra and Tansy own. They supported them, as well as Carol in college. She helped care for children even in the middle of the night if Carol or the girls needed her help. The girls remember long talks on the paddle boat or special treats cooked and dropped off at the house. They remember the fun of her letting them play in the sprinkler and making hair bows for them. They have beautiful garments produced by her hands such as wedding or bridesmaids dresses. They have fond and beautiful memories of a woman who served them day and night in small and substantial ways. �Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her� (Pr 31:28).
After four months in the hospital, rehabilitation, and a return to the hospital Dot Jones passed from the earth. By faith we believe angels surrounded this child of God into a beautiful passage beyond our description. Her family’s love and concern was a part of her conversations to nurses. She was loved dearly and will be greatly missed.