My brother, Gorman Jones, passed away on Nov. 19, 2009, at the UK Medical Center in Lexington.
Gorman would now be 63 years of age if he had lived. I miss my brother very much and it seems strange for him to be gone. I feel that he was the last link that I had to my parents, Judge Pleas F. Jones and Marie White Jones.
Gorman and I shared many good times and some bad times in our relationship. We both enjoyed going out to eat with each other and sharing fond memories of the past. We also liked to talk about present day affairs of the community and world.
Gorman lived his whole life in Williamsburg. His interests were music, travel and walking his dog, Nicky. Gorman was an accomplished piano player, and a fond admirer of folk singer Joan Baez.
Gorman was active in civic groups, such as the effort to restore the Lane Theater, and wanted to see Williamsburg grow and develop. Unfortunately, there were those who tried to take advantage of Gorman. They include contractors, realtors, bankers, policemen and the court system.
However, Gorman had friends who appreciated him for who he was and admired his independent spirit. I would like to thank those who mourn his passing and to note these kind people — Sue Byrd and Frankie Ball, who were kind and compassionate during Gorman’s illness; Henrietta Beavers, who was a most loyal family friend; Cohen Sharpe, who lived with Gorman the last few months; Rev. Bill Wright of Main Street Baptist Church, and Main Street Baptist Church for the prayers and thoughtfulness during Gorman’s passing; our aunts from Florida, Elizabeth Hornsby and Janie Hill; and Jim Paul and Marie Paul of Ellison Funeral Home.
Gorman had seen and experienced many let downs and disappointments during the last five years. They included the loss of our mother, Mrs. Pleas E. Jones; the loss of privilege to drive a car; the loss of his dream, the Williamsburg Apartments; financial issues; and most importantly, his loss of health.
For the most part, Gorman endured these setbacks with courage and determination. Gorman just wanted a little more time to live and pursue his dreams. I write this letter in memory of Gorman and hope that he would approve of it.
Pleas David Jones, Corbin
