Celebrating the Life of

Janet Watson Jones

Tuesday, March 1, 2016
The York Theater

To everything there is a season
And a time to every purpose
Under the sun.
A time to be born
And a time to die.
A time to plant
And a time to gather up
That which has been planted.
A time to weep
And a time to laugh.
A time to love
And a time to mourn.
A time to dance
And a time to give up dancing.
For God hath made everything beautiful
In its time.

Memories of Janet Jones

If you would like to express and share your memories of Janet Jones, write to me (anonymously or by name) and I will be glad to include them here.


Imagine sitting in one of those glorious Broadway theaters, polished and gold. The lights slowly dim and the theater becomes dark. Then, you suddenly hear the most happy and vibrant music, the overture of a hit that is fondly familiar to every single person.

That is what it was like to be greeted by Janet Jones. -- Donald Collup


Fuji Apple Tree for Janet