Monday February 24, 1941 Frederick Harold Jones (fondly called Guts) was born in Elizabeth City, N.C., to the late Alverta and Albert Jones. He was the youngest of five. He was born a healthy baby boy. As a toddler his favorite song he loved to sing was “God will take care of you.” At the age of three his parents noticed he stopped talking, singing and lastly his humming sounds also disappeared. His mother came to Philadelphia, PA. in 1945 along with his siblings seeking medical help. Guts was diagnosed with being retarded, today it’s known as Autism. As an adult Guts attended Elwyn Behavioral Health School briefly.
Guts was a very affectionate person, he loved kisses on his cheeks from everyone. He heard everyone’s conversation and secrets and took it all with him, when God called him home. Guts has a lot to tell Jesus. He loved the outdoors, new clothes, especially hats, music, car rides, family gatherings; but what he was famous for was escaping from the house running 50 miles an hour in his birthday outfit, as Carol (his niece) try to catch him. He was not aware where he was going, and neither did we. We Thank God for sending his Angels to protect him every time he ended up missing. Special Thanks to radio personality, Mary Mason, Philadelphia Police, news media and the Community for their help in locating him. We also would like to acknowledge his nieces, Alverta (aka Biddy) and Terry for taking such good care of Guts until God called him home.
Guts left his room, chair, hats, and most of all he left us. He will remain in our hearts forever. Good night, Love You.
He is preceded in death by his parents, Alverta and Albert Jones; Brothers: James and Robert Jones; Sisters: Dorothy Mae Jones and Ethelyn Pryor. He leave to mourn his sister in law Yvonne Jones, Aunt Mary Rowson, his Nephews James (Theresa) Walter and Harold (Christine); Nieces Carol, Evangeline, Alverta, Deborah and Yahvonne Elprayor Bey, and a Host of great nieces, nephews and cousins.
As I saw you take your last breath, I tried to keep you from leaving me. I said don’t leave me but, you didn’t want to come back. With your eyes fixated in that one area I knew you must have seen Jesus and you went with him. My life will never be the same. Rest in the arms of Jesus my favorite Uncle. Until we meet again.
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