Bobby (Ronald) Jackson
Bobby (Ronald) Jackson was known by all as a dedicated husband and loving father. People referred to him as a family man. He never met a stranger and was very outgoing. He made everyone around him laugh. He will be missed by many.
Charles Holder Jackson
February 2, 1941 – August 6, 2006
Charlie was born in Windsor, Bertie County, NC. Most of his career in public health was spent in eastern North Carolina. He and his wife of 43 years lived in Swansboro, NC. They were the proud parents of one daughter, the best son-in-law and four grandchildren – the apples of his eye. His wish for each of them in life was to “dance, not sit it out” as expressed in the song made popular by Lee Ann Womack.
He was a visionary – always looking ahead at the big picture. Personal work goals centered on this attribute as he helped co-workers to look beyond the day-to-day activities and focus on best professional practices. As the personification of a true environmentalist, this trait was also evident in the nature conservancy he was developing in his beloved Bertie County.
Charlie often laughingly stated, “I know how to enjoy retirement – I work at it.” He loved the outdoors – hunting, fishing, walking/hiking, and messing around the water crabbing, shrimping and clamming. These were the same activities he spent time teaching his grandchildren to enjoy.
He was thoughtful in preserving family history through stories and his hobby of decoy carving. Duck decoys were often created from a floor joist or siding that came from the homes of family and friends. He felt this was a way to keep a bit of the past.
Charlie is best described as a lover of life and was a keen observer of nature, life and people. He lived each day to the fullest extent whether with family and friends, at work, or enjoying his many hobbies. He was faithful and loyal to family, friends and co-workers and exhibited this trait in his relationships with others.
Gwen G. Jackson, wife
Some of the fondest memories I have of Dad are watching him and my mom dance together. The way they looked at each other said all that needed to be said about how much in love they were. I loved watching them dance.
In 2000, the song “I Hope You Dance” by Lee Ann Womack was popular. For Christmas that year, Dad wrote a note to our children, along with the words to the song and had it framed. The song was meaningful to him because he thought the lyrics “reflect the ingredients for full and happy lives”.
Today it hangs on our living room wall beside a photo of Mom and Dad dancing. It’s a reminder of the example he set for us each day. It challenges our family to live our lives to the fullest every minute of every day. That’s what he did.
He danced.
Rebecca Jackson Aydelette, daughter
Craven Jackson
Craven Jackson was a devoted husband, father, and grandfather. He worked for 43 years for the post office. He was loved by all and never saw a stranger.
He loved God and was an active member of his church. He was a very thoughtful person.
He is missed so much. We are thankful he didn’t suffer at his death.
God needed another angel to watch over His children. He is with his mom and dad now.
I’m so happy someone was given sight at my husband’s sudden death. God bless.
Betty Jackson
Hilda Johnson
Mrs. Hilda Johnson is survived by one daughter, Sebrinia Johnson of Wallace; one son, Kevin Johnson and his wife, Christy, of Wallace; one granddaughter, Payton Wells Johnson of Wallace; mother, Bessie Wells of Penderlea; one brother, Kenneth Wells and his wife, Judy, of Penderlea; five sisters-in-law, Mrs. Faye Smith of Penderlea, Mrs. Sue Wells of Shallotte, Mrs. Mazie Wells of Burgaw, Mrs. Ann Moody and her husband, Jim, of Wallace, and Mrs. Laura Johnson of Wallace; two brothers-in-law, Tom Johnson and his wife, Mary Glyn, of Wallace, and James Ezzell of Delway; special family friends, Lanny and Nell Batchelor of Rose Hill; and many nieces and nephews.
Born in Pender County, Mrs. Johnson was the daughter of the late William Jake and Bessie Jackson Wells. She was a dedicated employee of Stecoknit Fabrics for 38 years. She was a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother, and a member of Wells Chapel Baptist Church. Mrs. Johnson was preceded in death by her husband, Mack Register Johnson and a brother, Robert Wells.
Russell Earl Johnson, Jr.
Russell Earl Johnson, Jr. was a devoted and loving husband and father. He was a loving brother and son. He was known by many. He was always ready and willing to offer a helping hand or a piece of wisdom. Helping others was a passion for him. He was a very athletic and talented individual. His hobbies included shooting pool, playing basketball and writing poetry. Family was most important to him, though. Following is a poem written by Russell:
My Purpose
My purpose in life is to help people in many ways.
It is my duty to execute this matter throughout all my days.
I’ll do this not for fame nor to stick out in a crowd.
Simply because it brings me great joy and makes me proud.
Proud to see a smile instead of a frown.
Elliott Jones
My father Elliott Jones was born on November 21, 1928 and passed on May 12, 2006. He was a 23 year veteran in the U.S. Army. He was a wonderful dad and an excellent provider, who liked to garden and shoot pool – at which he was very good. When he retired from the Army he started another career at Kelly Springfield Tire plant, where he continued to work hard for the next 18 years.
When he finally retired he continued to garden and shoot pool. In 1998 my mother, his wife, had a stroke. For the next eight years he and I took care of her. He became very ill with his heart and passed away in the hospital with me holding his hand. I love my father very much.
Ingrid Cox
Melvin Jones
For me, God blessed me with a wonderful daddy. He always had a lot of love and respect for his three daughters; because he knew how much he was loved. He had a beautiful smile and a loving spirit that he shared with us. We will miss him and his goodness more than words can say. There will always be a place in my heart for my daddy. I look forward to meeting him again in heaven. Until that wonderful day comes I know he will watch over his daughters and his six grandchildren with a love like the guardian angel he is.
Love you always daddy,
Your oldest daughter,
Julia Jones Mercer
My Dad
A kind, gentle man with a huge heart that never quit, Mickey Jones we will never forget! As a young child, he was always there to wipe my tears and he made me forget all about my fears. As an adult, he helped me through the bad and never, ever made me feel sad. God gave us a friend, a wonderful dad and a great grandfather – Oh how blessed were we! Even though you have gone, your memory will forever stay with me! You were there from the start and I know in my heart, that we will never part. I miss you so and love you still but your presence I shall forever feel, because you have been there for every mountain and hill! Such a sweet love, sent from above, one day I will return to you like a perfect dove.
Love your middle daughter, always!
Cindy Diane Jones Smith
To me, my dad was the greatest. He was very loving and kind. He was thoughtful of others and their needs. He often put others in front of himself. My dad was my hero, my role model. I know without a doubt that my Dad loved me, that he loved his children and grandchildren. My life has changed because of my dad. While he was here my life was complete and now it feels incomplete. It has been hard to adjust to life without my dad. But knowing my dad, he would want us to go on with life. He made such a big difference in our lives and I know that he would also want to make a difference in someone else’s life. To those who received our dad’s corneas, live life to the fullest. Enjoy every moment of it. Look at the trees, at the birds, at the clouds, at nature, at God’s creation. And know that you are looking through the eyes of an amazing and wonderful person. A part of our dad has continued on. Look at life the way our dad did. He was a person full of life and enjoyed it because he could see what was most important – God, Jesus, family, life, and heaven. Look through life with spiritual eyes and know how great a blessing you have received.
Your youngest daughter,
Leslie M. Jones
William Matthew (Matt) Jones
November 4, 1977 – May 15, 2006
Matt was born on November 4, 1977 and grew up in Davie County. While growing up, Matt loved to play any and all sports. As he got older, he became interested in music, and played guitar, drums, and bass. Matt loved to fish whether it was at a local pond or at the coast. He was very proud of his chocolate lab, Bo. Matt had a great love for children, especially his niece, McKenna. Children always seemed to be drawn to him, and he enjoyed allowing them to do the things their parents didn’t usually allow! Matt’s personality was like no other. Everywhere he went he knew someone, and was always telling a joke. He was the life of the party, and he kept us laughing all the time. He was loved by so many people. Matt was the type of person who would do anything for anyone, even if it meant he would do without. He always wanted to help, whether that meant cheering someone up with his weird sense of humor, or giving something that was needed.
Our hearts were broken on May 15, 2006, when Matt was in a motorcycle accident that took his life. We would have never imagined our time would be so short. Matt’s spirit and memory will live on in the hearts of his loved ones until the day we are all together again. He leaves behind his mom and step-dad, Kathy and Donny; his dad and step-mom, Sam and Robin; his sister, Lisa; his niece, McKenna; his Mamaws, Glania and Shirley; and many aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends who love him dearly. There is not a day that goes by that our hearts don’t break thinking of how we miss Matt. He was such a caring and giving person. When we received the call asking us to donate, there was no question that Matt would be proud to help in this way. While we will never fill the void that his death left in our hearts, it gives us a tremendous amount of comfort knowing that something positive has come out of such a tragic loss.
“See you on the flip side” - Matt
Betty Ruth Spivey Jordan
October 12, 1936 – June 28, 2006
Our mother, daughter, friend, sister, wife and grandmother.
I asked my family to write down words to describe my mother. Giving, loving, likeable, considerate, talkative, passionate, saintly, honest, thoughtful, committed, family, and a peacemaker. You can say a lot about my mom, but she was definitely a hugger and she loved everyone.
My mom was a wonderful person and I just wish you could have met her.
Denise Joyner
Denise loved God, her sons, her family and her fellow humans. Denise lived by the golden rule to “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your mind and the second is to love your neighbor as yourself” (Matthew 22:37-39). Denise never met a person she did not want to get to know. Even during Denise’s illness she was always willing to help others because of love. Denise lived in North Carolina with her twin sons, Luther and Seth, who were her pride and joy. Denise often said she just loved being a mother. Denise relished both the trials and all the happiness that motherhood brought. Denise’s love and sacrifice for her sons molded them into the strong, faith-filled, loving young men they are today. Denise was well loved by Seth and Luther’s friends; she always had a home filled with young people who just wanted to be around them. Denise loved her family, especially her mother Claire and her father Paul. Denise was exceptionally close to her sister Paula and her bother Mike. Denise loved children, so when her nieces, Pamela and Jennifer, and her nephews, Brandon and Zachary, were born, she could not get enough of them. She loved being an aunt. When her nieces had children, Gabby and Gavin, she was so very proud. Her love was very deep for all her family.
Denise had a very special circle of friends that she spent time with, mostly having coffee at the local coffee shop and talking about life. Her friends loved her and she loved them. Denise was an avid reader and loved to crochet. Denise was always at her sons’ activities or volunteering at her church even through her illness. As Denise’s sister, I would want you to know that Denise loved life and lived it to its fullest; she loved to laugh, was very strong and courageous and most of all loved intensely. Denise’s gift of her eyes is a gift of love. She is deeply missed.
With love from,
Denise’s family
