David Lloyd Jones

Dear Barbara!
So very sorry to hear about the passing of you dear David! He was a lovely gentleman that I and Godfrey knew and dealt with when he was at St John’s college where our son was a student!
He was very helpful when at some stage we needed his assistance to get info for our son when he was going to University in US.
I remember all those good times and teas we had together many times at your house and at our house. Godfrey, me, you and David worked together organizing church events etc at All Souls Church for many years!
(I remember our time in the woman’s association group as well as our Monday prayer group, and some NGO work we did together, you and me)
May The Lord give you Peace and comfort you always knowing that David has gone to a better place!
All our love to you!
Violet.and Godfrey Kaitano.
Would love to be in touch with you again if possible

I have fond memories of David as a person who was always interesting in social circles with his conversation and knowledgeable information he is now with Jesús love to Barbara who was with him all these years God be withyou all at this sad time, but lovely memories too

Dai and I first connected through social sports at the University of Rhodesia, cricket and soccer, and not only did I quickly warm to him but I also learned to respect him greatly. In sports as in life, Dai gave everything his utmost -- but always in a fair way. He was always even tempered: never did I once see him become angry or hear him become abusive. His disarming blue eyes always twinkled with wry amusement, not only at bad behaviour on the sports-field but also at academic obtuseness and the political stupidity which thrived in those times of national emergency. Dai was a quiet but strong advocate of sensible moderation in everything and equality of opportunity for everyone.
I am sure that I speak for Dai’s former students, his past academic colleagues and sports mates as well as his friends and family, when I quote:
Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Vale, Dai

We have been remembering the some of the times we have had together. We first met while living next door to each other in Edmonton where Malcolm and Geoffrey looked like twins. Then Carolyn visited you in Rhodesia where you took her to a Game Reserve. She was particularly impressed by the giraffes. We had lunch together at the National Gallery in Ottawa, walked on the Beach Boardwalk in Toronto, and hung out at our cottage on Buck Lake. The oil painting of loons you gave us has pride of place on the cottage living room wall and we think kindly of you every time we see it.
We will be thinking of you and praying for you tomorrow.
Love
Carolyn and Garry

My friendship with David began in 1961 in what was then Southern Rhodesia and I saw him last in 1988 when I left the University of Zimbabwe.. He was the best of friends and colleaues - totally trustworthy, thoughtful of others needs - and always good fun. He was justifiably respected by all colleagues and friend to many. There are multiple generations of former students from the University who owe him a great debt - and the same applies to many of us who were privileged to be his colleague and friend..

As a child, I grew up hearing stories of my mom’s little brother, Uncle David, and Aunt Barbara. My parents adored them. I remember Uncle David visiting me in England and us having drinks together at the local pub. Uncle David was the brilliant, witty, athletic, daring one. (You always wanted to impress him.) Aunt Barbara was the more quiet one, always ready with her love, warmth, wisdom and tolerance. My then husband and I visited them in Zim. They took us on a drive somewhere and Uncle David suddenly stopped the car. He pointed out a tree that was shaking violently and said there was a lion in it. We asked if we could get out for a glimpse and Aunt Barbara said she thought not. Uncle David overruled her, (not wanting to disappoint us) and said to stay close to the car. We got out and began approaching the tree. The tree stopped shaking. Probably the only time I heard Uncle David raise his voice was when he urgently started repeating “Get in the car!” I’m sure Aunt Barbara’s words of caution had been haunting him all along. They were perfect together that way. I’m not religious, but I’ve always said that Uncle David and Aunt Barbara were the best examples of true Christians: non-judgmental, loving, helpful to the needy and poor, inclusive -even to those who believed differently- and humble. Uncle David’s departure will leave a big void. I will remember him for his integrity and brilliance. Greg and I send our love to his grieving family.

Having lived with Uncle David for 2 years in Rhodesia when I was 8 years old, there are 2 memories that come to mind of his more playfull side as he could be quite strict.
One is of him driving us both to see Aunty Barbara in the hospital after giving birth to Malcolm, he sat me on his knee and let me pretend to be driving....it wasn't a busy road and we drove slowly.....the other is of me cycling to school each morning with Uncle David riding alongside me on his moped, holding on to the back of my saddle enabling me to go at the same speed as him!
Those experiences were exciting for me. Xx

I will forever cherish and hold close the memories I have of my special grandpa. Nyanga will always remind me of you and the times we would catch butterflies and moths and admire their beautiful colours and patterns. I will never forget being picked up from school in your blue vw, I loved that car and driving along with you sitting on the opposite side to normal cars always made me feel pretty special. I remember going to St. John’s with you and you would proudly show me around your classroom, it was pretty cool knowing that my grandpa was a professor, and a brilliant one at that. Whenever someone is smart in the family, dad and I always state that they must have “grandpas brains”. I think your great granddaughter has definitely inherited her cleverness from you. I remember you sneaking Reece’s peanut butter cups to Shaun, Jono and I whenever granny wasn’t looking, all four of us loved them and we would stand in your kitchen and quickly eat them before she would come to see where we all were. Even now whenever I walk past them in the grocery aisle they make me think of you. And one of my fondest memories is of the hours spent in your huge mulberry tree, we would climb up on the branches eating mulberries and you would stand underneath talking to us for hours, you were so patient and kind. My heart feels heavy knowing we no longer walk the same earth even though we were so far apart for so long, but I know heaven will be beautiful and much better than anything we could imagine here. You were an exceptional man and I’m so proud to call you my grandpa, I will miss you forever and I love you immensely.

We always treasured our family Christmas Day lunch at our home, 40 Coull Drive, Mt. Pleasant, Harare, Zimbabwe. However, there wasn't a Christmas that the Jones's weren't with us. Frankie and I considered Dave, Barbara, Claire and Malcolm as part of our family.

The world has lost a Godly warrior who fought for peace, dignity and equality among all people. I am proud to call him Uncle and only wish that I had had more time to spend with him.

May his memory be a blessing.