Steven G. Jones

Steven G. Jones entered life in Oklahoma City by his parents, Gordon Harrison and Thelma Sebree Jones on December 26, 1950. Steve attended Oklahoma City Public Schools and then joined the U.S. Army. He served in Germany and Vietnam in the 579th Signal Core as a Sgt E 5. Upon returning to Oklahoma City in August 1970, he entered college and went to work for Southwestern Bell Company. He retired after 25 years as a Regional Manager for Southwestern Bell Telecom. He then began another career developing and teaching telecommunications for the Chisholm Trail Career Tech Center for 10 years. He loved teaching and his students appreciated his genuineness and knowledge.

He volunteered with the Westminster Presbyterian Church's Boy Scout Troop and helped launch the DADS program at Will Rogers Elementary School. Steve also served as an Elder and a Deacon at Westminster. He was a proud member of the Choctaw tribe and appreciated his Native American roots. He especially enjoyed fishing with his brothers, his son and grandsons, and never missed an opportunity to spend time with them. Their mini vacations were visiting Oklahoma State Park lakes.

Oklahoman Will Rogers said, "I never met a man I didn't like, and Steve saw the good in people too and they responded. He related well with people of all ages and they felt comfortable around his unassuming nature.

Facing challenging health issues related to Agent Orange exposure, he bravely faced each concern as a valiant warrior. He appeared fearless and positive and was grateful for the support and friendships made with other veterans and the caring staff at the Veterans Administration.

Steve is predeceased by his parents, his brothers, Greg and Keith, and sister, Linda. His survivors include his wife of 52 years, Gayle Robertson Jones, his two children, son, Stewart and daughter, Stephanie Ann Windsor, and three grandchildren, Antonio, Mateo and Kyli Jones; and his brothers, Gary (Darla) and Terry (Ingrid) and many cousins, nieces and nephews.

Steve often commented his favorite, sacred place was sitting on their outdoor patio surrounded by a wild, beautiful greenbelt area while feeding his peanut-loving creatures...the squirrels, crows and blue jays and his favorites, the cardinals, after losing his companion dachshunds.

He would tell you his life and his strong faith, even amongst some trials, along with his close family, was a beautiful blessing and he would do it all over again.

Memorial donations made to Westminster Presbyterian Church “Feed My Sheep” program or Infant Crisis Services, Oklahoma City, OK