Dick Jones was one of my best friends as we traversed life in three different institutions. We met each other while students and members of the same fraternity at Washington and Lee, then were in graduate school at Tulane and worked as dormitory counselors there. In 1963, I came to Asheville School and Dick went to the University of Heidelberg on a fellowship to study. In the course of his year abroad, he wrote asking if Asheville might have a teaching opening and Dave Fall, after looking at his resume, hired him sight unseen. Dick was an extraordinarily able English teacher, demanding, thorough, exciting, and, yes, temperamental. After a couple years at AS, he decided to go back to graduate school and enrolled at Princeton. The return to academia was not to his liking so he moved back to the Washington, DC area and worked for the Library of Congress the rest of his life. We continued to get together whenever I was in DC and when I went to Belgium to work in 1986 I fully expected to see Dick there sometime. Sadly, in early fall 1987 I received a telegram from our mutual friend, Jim Tatum, that Dick had died suddenly and unexpectedly. I cherish his memory, as do many of my classmates and contemporaries from W&L, Tulane, and Asheville School.
Gerry Shields (History)
Dick Jones was one of my best friends as we traversed life in three different institutions. We met each other while students and members of the same fraternity at Washington and Lee, then were in graduate school at Tulane and worked as dormitory counselors there. In 1963, I came to Asheville School and Dick went to the University of Heidelberg on a fellowship to study. In the course of his year abroad, he wrote asking if Asheville might have a teaching opening and Dave Fall, after looking at his resume, hired him sight unseen. Dick was an extraordinarily able English teacher, demanding, thorough, exciting, and, yes, temperamental. After a couple years at AS, he decided to go back to graduate school and enrolled at Princeton. The return to academia was not to his liking so he moved back to the Washington, DC area and worked for the Library of Congress the rest of his life. We continued to get together whenever I was in DC and when I went to Belgium to work in 1986 I fully expected to see Dick there sometime. Sadly, in early fall 1987 I received a telegram from our mutual friend, Jim Tatum, that Dick had died suddenly and unexpectedly. I cherish his memory, as do many of my classmates and contemporaries from W&L, Tulane, and Asheville School.