Jones, Raymond (Ray) 71, retired area manager for the National Disaster Medical System, died February 29, 2016. A memorial service will be held at 1:30 p.m. Thursday, March 10, at Eastminster Presbyterian Church. Ray was preceded in death by his parents, Ray and Ruth Jones and his brother, Don. He is survived by his wife, Kathryn (Kay); daughter, Susan (Mark) Keene; grandchildren, Kristen, Karah, and Samuel; brother, Cliff; and beloved cousins, nieces, and nephews. A linguist, Ray served as General's Aide in Latin America in the USAF. He loved his Air Force service (1967-73 active and 1976-89 Air National Guard) and was ready to be called back at any time. Ray used his language and people skills on mission trips, often to Latin America, where he shared his deep faith in Christ. He was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather, mentor and servant-leader. A memorial has been established with Eastminster Presbyterian Church Mission Scholarships.
Bennie James Clay Jr.
I have know Raymond since elementary school. One of my best friends ever, he wil truly
be missed. Many condolences and sympathies to all of this wonderful family, and know that I
will be praying for all of you.
(Respectfully, Capt. Bennie Clay Jr.)
Susan Seefeld (Lill)
Kay and family,
I am so sorry to hear of Ray's passing. I can see that red hair, his bright eyes and his smiling face. He was always so personable and thoughtful. I know you will all miss him.
Sincerely and with sympathy,
Susan Seefeld Lill.
Patricia Piggott (Mayhill)
I am very saddened at the passing of Ray. He and his family were a very important part of my growing up beginning when our families became neighbors when Ray and I were 4 years old. I was especially struck by the fact that Ray died on what would have been his wonderful parents, Ray and Ruth Jones, 72nd wedding anniversary having been married on Feb 29, 1944.
One of my treasured memories of those early years took place when Ray and I were in the 2nd grade at Isely. Due to overcrowding (think first year Baby Boomers in Kindergarten) the school was on shifts with the 2 of us going to school in the morning. Well many a morning we arrived at school in a Wichita P.D. squad car driven by Mr. Jones, Ray’s dad, a Wichita police officer, who didn’t want us to have to walk to school that early in the morning.
My condolences to Kay and the rest of family. And to brother Cliff who is now the keeper of memories of those early years.
Patricia Piggott Mayhill