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(Daughter of Roger W. Reed, Sr., Granddaughter
of Willie & Mary Reed,
Great granddaughter of Bill & Sarah Reed)
Etoy L. Reed Jones was born January 31, 1926 in Crenshaw, Mississippi to
the union of Roger Reed & Julia Brunt Reed. Etoy received her education
in Mississippi.
She was preceded in death by both parents, one brother,
Lewis Reed, and
one daughter, Vanessa L. Jones-Isaiah.
Etoy met and married Ernest Jones in Memphis, Tennessee. Kansas
City became their home in 1946, and to this union seven children were
born.
She was employed at Research Medical Center until her retirement in
1992. Her favorite pastimes were gardening and growing house
flowers.
Etoy was a faithful member of Canaan Missionary Baptist Church, now
Canaan Worship Center, for over 50 years and was an active member of the
Golden Saints until her illness.
She departed this life on January 21, 2007.
She leaves to cherish her memory, six children,
Ms. Joyce King, Mrs. Judy (Leslie) M. Williams, Ms. Earnestine
Johnson, Mr. Alvin "Al" K. Jones, Sr., Mr. Joseph "Joe" R. Jones, Mrs.
Brenda (Adolph) Briscoe; two brothers, Mr. Roger Reed, Jr. of
South Bend, Indiana, and Mr. Archie (Grace) Reed of Dundee,
Mississippi; twenty-one (21) grandchildren, forty-one (41) great
grandchildren, and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, relatives, and
friends; also a special friend and play daughter, Ivy Anderson.
Her Family
 
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Mom is Another Word for Love
By Earnestine Jones Johnson, daughterOnly One Mother
Hundred of Stars in the pretty sky,
Hundred of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dew drops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
But only One Mother the world wide over. |
Come To Me
By Brenda Jones Briscoe, daughterGod saw she was getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around her
and whispered softly, "Etoy, come to Me."
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
and slowly fade away.
Although we couldn't bear to lose her,
we couldn't bid her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands laid to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best. |
