Excell Jones Obituary

A wonderful reminder from a life well lived. May those who love her continue to remember this legacy and to Jackie, we are with you always as you continue your life's journey without "mother".

It is impossible for me to believe that Excell is no longer with us. It's strange, but when one thinks back to the passing of a person he/she admired and tries to recall on what date said subjected transitioned to her eternal home, one's "best guess" often misses the mark. It seems, in the instance of Excell, as if I learned of her passing just yesterday, and, while working out last night I heard a Percy Faith song on my play list that harkens back to 1974 when, as an acne vulgris riddled young man hoping to become the second coming of Brooks Robinson, I was listening to the "smooth as silk" voiced Excell Jones on WFYR at 11PM each Sunday evening. Back then the thought of not being able to do so for all of my live long days was incomprehensible. However, as my beloved neighbor, Reverend Desmond Pinto frequently stated, "man plans and G-d laughs. Such is indeed the truth. I will never forget Excell, nor her visit to my high school sophomore year, 1976, nor my baseball coach and geometry teacher asking me if this stunning beauty was my mother, aunt or concubine (back then teachers could say things like that without fear of termnation or worry about the possibility of sending the queried student to a rubber room with therapy dogs named Claudine, Fanni or Hilary). Excell made then, as I surmise she did her entire life no matter where she went, such an amazingly positive imperssion on all who knew an loved her, most especially this writer. who cannot stop thinking about that beautiful voice, cheerful demeanor and the bottle of "HI Karate" I purchased with my first paycheck from the Mars Cheese Outlet store, ever ready to slather it on had I ever the opportunity to see her again. Such was not to be for reasons that now seem most unforunate, having nothng to do with having loaned the fragrant fluid to my other neighbor, Mr Stickold, who spilled it all over the front seat of his AMC Gremiln back in 1977.

May memories never die, and may my princess queen Excell rest in eternal peace.

Remembering the statuesque Excell Jones on this day. Nothing but the fondest memories, the "voice", the woman, the personality. To my "cousin" Jackie,,, remembering you also caring for your mom as she cared for you growing up. Condolences and heartfelt sympathies still.

Another year has passed. Excell's spirit and passion for her career is exceeded only by the love for her daughter Jackie. They were a team. Excell is certainly missed but remain in our hearts always.

Time has passed but the memories have not. We miss you Excell, Mom (Angie) misses you also.

Time, flowing like a river... Time, beckoning me. Who knows when we shall meet again If ever? It is hard to believe that nearly two years have passed and my admiration and respect for Excell is of the same magnitude that it was back in 1975 when I first encountered her. Her strong, resolute voice, basic goodness and thoughtfulness is as memorable now as it was 46 years ago when my friends and I encountered her on WFYR radio at 11PM on Sunday evenings. We enjoyed calling, and speaking to this paragon of loveliness, patience and thoughtfulness. Then and there, from my attic loft in Pilsen, I vowed to emulate her and some day make a similar impact on the world. As my beloved Aunt Gertrude frequently opined, however, "man plans and God laughs". A career in radio was not to be. Frequently I hear Harry Chapin's "WOLD" on a playlist I created and harken back to those magical days, 1975, with Gerald Ford in the White House, Donald Rumsfeld looming nearby, my wonderful friends and all the trappings of adolescence, and am eternally grateful to Excell Jones for the indelible mark she has left on my life and that of my beloved friend, Earl Bonfiglio, Falsino Jones and Veronica Rodriguez. Rest in eternal peace my beloved Queen, until we shall meet again. God bless you

I am very embarrased by the several earlier posts I made while I was awaiting a flight out of Houston Hobby to Louisville. I was speaking into my phone and, despite my depression of the "send" button, nothing happened. Our so I thought

Speaking of "depression", this describes perfectly my lugubrious demeanor as I contemplate the passing of my lovely friend, Excell Jones. To say that she was an integral part, perhaps the most, of my childhood would be akin to saying that Ralph Lifshitz is my favorite designer (Ralph Lauren). I recall with immense fondess listening to her show from my friend Falsino's home at Cermak and Paulina each Sunday night at 11PM. We even called in and when I moved from Pilsen Chicago to Glenview many of my friends and I continued the tradition. She visited our high school, in 1976, and it was perhaps the highlight of my youth. She posed for pictures and gave me a "WFYR" t-shirt, adorned with the flame logo, that I still have and wear to this day. I last saw her in, I believe, 1987 as I walked down Wabash Avenue just north of Jackson. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, always graceful, so kind and thoughtful. Her voice was amazing. I wish that I could hear it now.

My deepest condolences go to her family, friends and all who had the privilege of knowing her. God graced me by allowing the opportunity to be part of her life so many years ago and I never did, and never shall, forget her. Rest in peace my beautiful friend, queen and goddess Excell. I will never forget you.

I met this wonderful woman Wally sophomore at Benito Juarez High School in 1975. I was a big fan of her radio show “Boiling Point” in frequently called in To the show and became lifetime friends with them or not Robinson as a result. I am so saddened that I was unable to keep in touch with her but never forgot her. I still possess a T-shirt with the flame of WFYR on its front And will wear it tonight to commemorate her passing.

I am so very sorry to learn of her passing. I finally recall, 1975, listening to the queen every Sunday night at 11 PM on WFYR radio. My friends and I from the northern suburbs of Chicago would call and speak with her and her guests The highlight of my sophomore year of high school came when my English teacher, having read my strong desire to meet Ms. Jones, via a daily journal we kept, invited her to visit our classroom. She did so, and somewhere I still have a photograph of her and me pursuant to that event. I could have passed and levitated to heaven, not unlike the son of God, thereafter, and my higher purpose What does have been fulfilled. I last saw her in 1987, walking down Wabash Avenue, near DePaul. We embraced as the old friends we most certainly were in vowed to stay in touch.

I am so very sorry to learn of her passing. I finally recall, 1975, listening to the queen every Sunday night at 11 PM on WFYR radio. My friends and I from the northern suburbs of Chicago would call and speak with her and her guests The highlight of my sophomore year of high school came when my English teacher, having read my strong desire to meet Ms. Jones, via a daily journal we kept, invited her to visit our classroom. She did so, and somewhere I still have a photograph of her and me pursuant to that event. I could have passed and levitated to heaven, not unlike the son of God, thereafter, and my higher purpose What does have been fulfilled. I last saw her in 1987, walking down Wabash Avenue, near DePaul. We embraced as the old friends we most certainly were in vowed to stay in touch. That we never dead causes me extreme disdain

I am so very sorry to learn of her passing. I finally recall, 1975, listening to the queen every Sunday night at 11 PM on WFYR radio. My friends and I from the northern suburbs of Chicago would call and speak with her and her guests The highlight of my sophomore year of high school came when my English teacher, having read my strong desire to meet Ms. Jones, via a daily journal we kept, invited her to visit our classroom. She did so, and somewhere I still have a photograph of her and me pursuant to that event. I could have passed and levitated to heaven, not unlike the son of God, thereafter, and my higher purpose What does have been fulfilled. I last saw her in 1987, walking down Wabash Avenue, near DePaul. We embraced as the old friends we most certainly were in vowed to stay in touch. That we never dead causes me extreme disdai and abject sadness. Made this lovely paragon of virtue and all that is good in the world rest in eternal peace.

I am so very sorry to learn of her passing. I finally recall, 1975, listening to the queen every Sunday night at 11 PM on WFYR radio. My friends and I from the northern suburbs of Chicago would call and speak with her and her guests The highlight of my sophomore year of high school came when my English teacher, having read my strong desire to meet Ms. Jones, via a daily journal we kept, invited her to visit our classroom. She did so, and somewhere I still have a photograph of her and me pursuant to that event. I could have passed and levitated to heaven, not unlike the son of God, thereafter, and my higher purpose What does have been fulfilled. I last saw her in 1987, walking down Wabash Avenue, near DePaul. We embraced as the old friends we most certainly were in vowed to stay in touch. That we never dead causes me extreme disdai and abject sadness. Made this lovely paragon of virtue and all that is good in the world rest in eternal peace.

Still keeping you in our hearts. It doesn't seem like a year has passed, you are missed.

Excell and my mother were the best of friends growing up. Listening to her on the radio, being in her home as we grew up are some of the fondest memories I have. She was not only a "celebrity", she was stunning, a real beauty. She lived a good life and my hat goes off to Jackie taking care of her. Your mom will be missed but never, never forgotten.