Lasting Memories
EARL CLYDE JONES
May 2, 1938-May 2, 2013
San Jose, California
Submitted by Julia Jones
Earl Clyde Jones, a 45 year resident of Palo Alto, died on May 2. He was born in Escalon, California. His family moved to Palo Alto in 1944 he was the eldest of 4 son to Lyman and Venita Jones. He attended Jorden and excelled in athletics. Track and field 1st place in hurdles, dash, long jump and high jump. He was the high scoring half back known as "Earl the Pearl" till a career ending back injury. After attending Palo Alto High School he traveled from Oregon to Mexico enjoying the bohemian life style. He enjoyed playing stand up bass, woodworking, singing and dancing. He married only once in 1964 to Connie Howe. In 1973 he and his business partner opened St. Michael's Alley Restaurant serving the finest of Cali-fresh cuisine. Then later the Waiting Room Cafe where you could hear live music and enjoy the arts and local flavors. He moved to Modesto in 1995. Then to San Jose to live with Daughter and grandchild. He suffered many health issues and was admitted to O'Connor Hospital on the 1st of May where died in his sleep just after 5 a.m. He is survived by his daughter, Julia Jones; 10-year-old grandchild, Jolene, San Jose; wife Connie, Los Gatos; Brother Ron Jones, Modesto; and three step children, Darcee, Hawaii, Mark and Rick of Utah.
April 27, 2019
in the mid 60s Earl and Connie let Gordon Fraser, noted Palo Alto importer of Mexican produce, hide out in the little house tucked into the corner of their property while he was on leave from the vets facility in los altos (I think?). Good times had by all and Connie had a way with cats and would leave a party to go outside where she said she could communicate with her sister in her mind. Earl's was a place to stop on the way to see what the next craziness was going on in the Kesey Babbs household down along the creek in La Honda. Earl was always a good host even when you couldn't hold your mud. Cheers
May 28, 2013
I am grateful to have many fond memories of spending fun times with Earl. From taking him to the house where he lived in La Honda near the red barn, to camping trips at Limekiln Creek in Big Sur, to his painting my house in Emerald Hills, to playing guitar while he played wash tub bass, to sharing composting and gardening, to sharing afternoons, sunsets, and evenings in the alley. Here's to you old friend. May you rest in Peace.