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BC: Emily Stone November 2011 Updated June 2012

FC: Jon Stone | 1946-2011 | the story of a good man

1: For Lola May, Max Alexander, and all of Jon's would-be grandchildren. | Love, Aunt Emily December 2011

2: In 1946, | Winston Churchill delivered one of the first speeches condemning the Soviet Union's expansion of Communism and he coined the phrase, "The Iron Curtain." The first bikini swimsuit was introduced by French designer Louis Reard. Harry Truman was President. Nearly 30 million people in China are starving because of crop failure. Seventy-five ships are quarantined after exposure to radioactivity from the testing of the nuclear bomb at Bikini Atoll. The post-World War II baby-boom is underway! Susan Mary Eich is born on May 17 in Appleton, Wisconsin.

3: Jonathan Michael Stone was born April 28, 1946.

4: Jon's father was Tabor Stone, the son of a Russian immigrant. Tabor was a bomber navigator in the Royal Canadian Air Force. He joined before the US had entered World War II. His tours of duty were in North Africa and Italy. After his active duty, Tabor went to law school in San Antonio. | Jon's mother was Mary Louise Vanevenhoven, from Wisconsin. Mary Lou served in the US Air Force as an aerial photo analyst. She was motivated to join the Air Force by Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor. She met Tabor while she was stationed in San Antonio, Texas. After she and Tabor divorced, Mary Lou moved with the children to her native Wisconsin.

5: Jon had a pony when he was a boy. He named it Boots. Jon was always very kind to animals and he enjoyed being outdoors. | Jon was the oldest of three children. He had a brother Nathaniel (Nat) and a sister, Elizabeth (Beth). Nat and Beth live in Texas .

6: Jon was very intelligent and sometimes he became bored in class. He attended Catholic schools. Jon moved to Wisconsin with his mother, Nat, and Beth in the late 1950's. He graduated from Xavier High School in 1964. | Xavier High School, Appleton Wisconsin | The school is named for St. Francis Xavier (1503-1550), one of the founders of the Jesuit order. St. Francis Xavier is patron of the diocese of Green Bay. | Jon is the boy wearing the white shirt, positioned in the middle of the photograph.

7: I think about [Jon] every time I go up Highway 41 past the Butte Des Morts golf club..., Jon may have been the first protester I ever met. When they (Br. Peter, I think) wanted to name the school newspaper the Prospector, Jon wrote a letter to the editor complaining that that name was better suited for a mining operation. It had never occurred to me that one could voice a contrary opinion. | -Dan Pattenaud, Jon's high school buddy

8: Jon volunteered to join the United States Marine Corps and he served from February 1965 to December 1968, during the Viet Nam conflict. His overseas tours were in Japan; DeNang, Viet Nam; and Manila, the Philippines.

9: Jon was assigned to the Marine Fighter Attack Training Squadron 201 (VMFAT201), commissioned at Cherry Point, NC, as part of Marine Combat Crew Readiness Training Group 20, 2nd Marine Aircraft Wing (2nd MAW). He was a Missile Control Systems Technician and an Aviation Fire Control Technician. | The 2nd MAW conducted offensive air support, antiair warfare, assault support, aerial reconnaissance, electronic warfare and control of aircraft and missiles in the Asian Theater during Viet Nam. Jon worked on the F-4 Phantom, a supersonic fighter-bomber. The F-4 was used extensively in ground attack and reconnaissance roles. It was the last US fighter flown to attain ace status in the 20th century. | VMFAT 201 Squadron insignia

10: Jon and Sue got married in a Wisconsin blizzard, December 27, 1968. They are pictured here with Lola May and Martin Eich, Sue's parents. | Here are Jon and Sue at Lesley and Dana's wedding, Ft Belvoir, Va. March 21, 2009.

12: Jon spent his summer vacations in Wisconsin, visiting family and enjoying the outdoors, often at "the Cabin," Sue's family place in Lakewood. It's a long drive from Virginia, but that never stopped Jon from loading his family in the VW van and driving through the night to get there.

13: This is the Stones' house at 9744 Water Oak Drive, in Fairfax, Virginia. Jon and Sue bought the home in 1978. It still has its trademark gravel driveway and lovely dogwood in the front yard. You can see that it is beginning to bloom in this photograph. That's Emily's car in the driveway. | Jon worked at the Department of Energy. Its mission is to advance energy technology and promote related innovation in the United States. He commuted on his motorcycle or on the Metro from home to 1000 Independence Avenue, SW, Washington, D.C. everyday until he retired in 2001, having worked there nearly 30 years.

14: Jon had a quick wit and a smart, sometimes quirky sense of humor. We all miss that. | Eat what you kill (above right) Halloween, 1983 (above left)

15: Jon liked to build things and be outside with his family. Here he is putting an addition on to his family's home in the mid-1980's. He helped build the playground at Mosby Woods Elementary and he helped Will and Emily build their home. He coached his kids' soccer teams for many years.

16: Jon loved motorcycles. His favorites were the Yamaha RD350 and the Honda Interceptor. His last bike was a Suzuki Bandit with a sharp red paint job (pictured below, right). | Speak to the world’s finest motorcycle riders and testers and you’ll be stunned to discover that there is a bike which actually deserves the swarms of accolades and ribbons heaped upon it over the course of the last 13 odd years. The Interceptor has won Best in Class from one or other (or all) the magazines over the past decade, and this year was no exception. (left) ` | Dirty, foul-mouthed, deliciously quick and relatively affordable, it was (is?) a Giant Killer for the ages. From the first '73 RD350 to the last 1975 RD350B, Yamaha's overachieving pocket rocket humiliated triples and fours packing over twice its 347ccs on racetracks and backroads all over the planet. (right) | Jon taught the Virginia Rider Training Program for over 30 years! He loved to teach. He thought of teaching as a gift you could give someone that never can be taken away. He taught the course on weekends during the spring and summer, and then more often after he retired from his career in the Federal Government.

17: Jon loved guns. He was an avid supporter of gun safety and a life-long member of the National Rifle Association. He strongly opposed any perceived erosion of the Second Amendment, the Freedom to Bear Arms. Jon's gun collection is large. | One of Jon's favorite guns was the Browning 9mm. He named his "Bob." The Browning Hi-Power is a single-action, 9mm, semi-automatic handgun. It is one of the most widely used military pistols of all time, having been used by the armed forces of over 50 countries! | GUN NUTS! | Rule #1 - Every gun is a loaded gun. Rule #2 - Never point a gun at anyone, unless you intend to shoot them. Rule #3 - If you have to shoot, shoot to kill.

18: Jon loved to have fun. Here he is celebrating Lesley and Dana's wedding with Will, Jed, Laura, and a crowd of revelers. March 21, 2009 | Jon loved to go fishing. It was the closest he ever got to "hunting" animals. He's pictured here with his catches from the 1970's and the 2000's.

19: Jon had an adventurous spirit. He and Sue liked to travel when they could. Since his retirement, Jon and Sue took a trip to visit Laura in Alaska, traveled by car all around the US, and toured Egypt with friends.

20: Do not be afraid. For I have called you by your name. You are mine. -Isaiah, chapter 43.

21: Jonathan Stone, 64, of Fairfax, Virginia, unexpectedly said goodbye on Sunday, February 27, 2011. Jon was born to the late Mary Louise (Vanevenhoven) Stone and Tabor Stone on April 28, 1946. He married Susan Eich (Appleton) at St Mary's on December 28, 1968. Jon was a graduate of Xavier High School, class of 1964. After two tours of duty in the Marine Corps and graduating from University of Wisconsin, Madison in 1973, Jon moved to Fairfax, Virginia (a suburb of Washington, DC) to serve in the federal government, first at the Internal Revenue Service and then at the Department of Energy. In addition, Jon taught motorcycle safety courses for the Virginia Rider Training Program for over 30 years. The family visited Wisconsin, which they considered home, yearly, including visits to Kaukauna, Waupaca, and Lakewood. and Stevens Point. Jon is survived by his wife, Susan Eich Stone, five children, Molly Stone, Raleigh, NC; Lesley Stone (Dana Schulman) , Falls Church, VA; Emily Stone (William Glover), McLean, VA; Jedediah Stone, Richmond, VA; and Laura (Josh) Aubry, Richmond, VA; by his two grandchildren, Lola May Aubry and Max Alexander Stone, ages 7 months and 4 months; by his siblings, Nathaniel Stone and Elizabeth Clark and her family; and by cherished cousins, in-laws, and friends. Jon will always be remembered and admired for his lifelong service to his family and his country, his remarkable intelligence and sharp wit, his multi-faceted skill set, his unswerving honor, and for his warm heart and generous spirit. Inurnment to be held at Arlington Cemetery at a later date. Donations to the National Rifle Association or to the Izaak Walton League The Arlington/Fairfax Chapter will be appreciated in lieu of flowers.

23: Hello, I'm Molly Stone, Jon's oldest daughter. Thank you all so much for coming. It means a lot to my mom, to my siblings, and me that you're here to help us say goodbye to our dad...we're still not even sure we're going to be able to figure out how to do it. We thought we'd start by talking about a few of our Dad's best qualities One of the lesser-known aspects of my Dad's character may be the fact that underneath his gun-toting, whiskey-loving, and stern exterior, he was also a profoundly kind, gentle, and sentimental guy. He unreservedly participated in little-girl tea parties with me when I was an only child...and he always remembered to bring the invisible pet mouse that lived in his pocket to join us. He didn't just remember to bring the tiny mouse when I was 4 years old, either. The first time I invited him to a "real" tea party after I bought my home in 2006, he brought me a tiny glass mouse as a housewarming gift to remind me that I would always be his kid, no matter how much growing up I'd done. That little glass mouse is now my most prized possession. You already know that Dad coached our soccer teams, you know he taught us to shoot guns and to drive cars, you know he passed on his love and respect for animals and nature, and you know that he staunchly defended us whenever we faced an adversary. But my father's kindness was not reserved for his children alone. In fact, it was his capacity for kindness to strangers, free of judgment and prejudice, that helped to define him as a man. My father could not stand to see another person in pain. Late one night during the winter, a car being driven by a young man crashed into a tree in front of our house. When my Dad heard the accident, he didn't just call 911 and go back to bed. instead, he went outside to investigate, found the injured driver still alive, fetched him a blanket to keep him warm, called the paramedics, and waited with him, talking to him and actively keeping him awake until help arrived. Dad's kindness and gentle spirit also meant that it really bothered him to see another person in a bind. One day he came back from a cigarette run after several hours, instead of the several minutes it should have taken him. It seems that while he was at the convenience store, he overheard a distraught man frantically seeking directions to Germantown, MD. Dad explained to the stranger that he was on Jermantown Road in Fairfax, Virginia, and that Germantown, MD was actually quite a ways away. The stranger told my dad that he was supposed to meet his parole officer in Germantown and that someone had put him on the wrong bus. He was going to be late for his appointment and if he wasn't on time, it could mean serious legal trouble for him. instead of giving the stranger better directions and putting him on the next bus, my Dad invited him into his own car and drove him all the way to Maryland without first asking for identification, or gas money, or even inquiring about why he was on parole in the first place. In fact, the only thing he knew for sure about the stranger he was helping was that he was, in fact, a felon. But that felon was in a bind and I doubt it ever occurred to my father to refuse to assist. I will miss my Dad and his goodness and decency every day for the rest of my life. I am glad I knew him, I am glad that all of you got to know him, and I sincerely hope that when I'm gone, people who knew us both will describe me by saying "that girl was a lot like her father." | Molly Jane Stone November 13, 1970

25: My father was my hero. He was the smartest person I have ever met, though I’ve worked with doctors, lawyers, and Nobel Laureates. He fixed things. Once, when a neighbor’s baby stopped breathing, the father called our house and said, “Lesley, tell your Dad to run over here now. Alex isn’t breathing!” They knew he could help. He knew how things worked. He fixed Molly’s car when she crashed it; and Jed’s when he crashed it, and Jed’s other car when he crashed that, too; and Laura’s . . . He fixed my car’s emergency brake from 20 miles away without even looking at it. He built us bunk beds and the kitchen table and loaded his own bullets, which not a lot of people do around here. Jon Stone was the guy you’d call if you were on a game show and had to phone a friend. He was our Wikipedia; I’d call him whenever I needed to know anything. He knew so much because he loved reading and learning. We recently took kayaking lessons and he was working on his roll. He was intellectually adventurous; he knew about things I hadn’t heard of until this week, like the German techno band Kraftwerk. And, he liked to teach people- to give them something that stayed with them. He taught motorcycle safety courses for years. Before I went to the Gaza Strip, he gave me a refresher course in shooting and taught me how to choke someone out. I never used those skills. He taught me how to play chess. I don’t think I ever won, though he’d sometimes fall asleep between moves. He taught me how to think logically and so much about language. I became a lawyer because of the skills he gave me, though in general he didn’t think much of lawyers. He was sometimes wrong, but not often. I have a four-month old, Max. The other morning, I was thinking about how he’d fall asleep at my dance recitals. I think the last thing he taught me is that, as a parent, you’re judged not by your missteps, but by the whole of your body of your work. My father did a stand up job. | Lesley Anne Stone August 8, 1974

27: Emily Suzanne Stone September 5, 1975 | I’m Emily, Jon and Sue’s middle daughter. I get to tell you a bit about our father’s joyful sense of adventure. When helping us consider big decisions in life – or anything with a risk involved – dad always told us to “go for it.” Dad wasn’t the glamour adventure type, no fancy trips or expensive equipment. He made the daily stuff an adventure. He loved to share thrills and excitement with others and he often explained his seemingly-odd choices with the phrase, “because it’s an adventure!” He took us on “lightning trips to the dump,” and he helped us eek by height restrictions for rollercoasters by dressing us in cowboy boots o puffing up our hair to make us appear taller. Dad often took us snow sledding on innertubes at St. Leo’s in Fairfax – some of the best sledding in town. One year when I was about 5 or 6, he picked up the tube and told Molly, Lesley, and me to follow him. When it became apparent where we were headed, we tried to object: “Whoa, Dad!!! Not over there with those big boys?!?!” Sure enough, an adventure to a spot I later found out the kids call “Suicide Hill.” Dad encouraged us to climb on, and despite my sense that this was a BAD idea; I figured he couldn’t be wrong, and I climbed up the stack of innertube, Dad, Molly, and then Lesley. As I teetered on top and looked down the hill, I thought again, “this is a bad idea.” Shortly after push off, I went ass over tea kettle and I got run over by the tube and everybody on it. I was stunned. As I lay there in the snow, out of the blinding sunlight I made out a florescent orange snowsuit lumbering toward me. Dad scooped me upright, brushed the snow off my bloody face with a sand paper mitten and said, “you don’t wanna go home now, do ya?!” Turns out, Dad was right. The rush of a good crash is well worth a bloody nose or cut lip. Since then, we’ve enjoyed the thrill of a wipeout ever chance we get.

29: My Dad was so many things to so many of us. I'll never forget him catching me stealing and telling me that it was never appropriate. He quickly qualified his statement by saying that it's only okay if you are stealing bread to feed your family. He would have done anything, including jail time, for any one of us. He would have done anything for his country. He told me that he signed up for a second tour with the Marine Corps because he believed that at the center of every Vietnamese farmer beat the heart of a red-blooded American that wanted nothing more than a freely elected leader. I'll also never forget the countless times I heard him say 'friends help you move, but real friends help you move bodies.' There has been no one else in my life that I would have so wholeheartedly and without hesitation have helped to move a body. Thankfully, he never called in that particular favor. It is that sense of steadfast and unwavering loyalty that my Dad held so dear and close to his heart. We lost not only a father, but the best friend anyone could hope to have in their corner. | Jedediah Martin Stone December 22, 1979

31: I’m Laura, the baby. Only in our family is the thought of being trusted enough to help move a dead body a tearjerker. As you’ve heard our stories describing Dad’s best qualities, I’ve been stuck with the next to impossible task of describing his sense of humor. It can easily be said that he made every one of us in this room smile. I’d like to have a moment of silence. Because now that he’s gone, we can finally have one! Everyone in this room has a funny story about my Dad—albeit probably inappropriate for this setting. If you knew him, you’ve got one. If you know me, you know I’m not afraid to tell them (even in front of my mom). So, we’d like to take this time to welcome you to come up and share a story that is appropriate for all audiences. For all other stories and my full speech, please join us at PJ Skidoo’s in Fairfax for a celebration of his life. | Laura Stone Aubry May 5, 1982

32: Gary Whitman, a close and longtime friend of Jon's as a schoolboy... Jon & I went to school in Wisconsin. I’ve known him so long that his choice expletive was “gaddogit.” He'd come a long way since then. Also, his interest in motorcycles go back at least that long. He was fed up with Wis winters and missing his father. So, in the dead of a Wisconsin winter, he appropriated a motorcycle without the owner's knowledge and decided to drive to Laredo [Texas, where is father lived.] Unfortunately, in the commission of the crime, he lost one of his gloves. so, he only made it as far as Oshkosh. But, still had the wherewithal to make it back to Appleton and return the motorcycle undetected. I’ll miss his shininess. | hadn't seen Jon, my young cousin, for half a century before a family reunion in Wisconsin a year or so ago. It was like we had just seen each other the day before. What a great guy, I thought, how easy to talk to, how kind and pleasant, how bright. I am so glad I had at least this one last time with him, but am so sorry it turned out to be the last. He has left us much too soon, but left us much the better for having known him. Cousin Chuck | When I think of Jon, two images jump into my mind, one of him working on a car in the driveway and the second of him roaring up or down Five Oaks on his motorcycle. In recent years, I've silently cheered for us seniors when I saw him on that bike. I always marveled at his seeming calm in the midst of the chaos of many children, which sometimes included my own daughter, Rachel. His devotion to his wife and family was another characteristic that was obvious to me and much admired. Jon will be missed. Mary Binderman | Jon and Sue's dog King loved Jon!

33: Rob Vandenberg, Jon’s youngest cousin... One summer I lived with Jon & Sue while I was a college intern in DC. One day, during a weekend, we were fixing an old motorcyle. We were missing a part, and Jon was sure that it was in the shed in the back of the house. He looked, and looked, and looked for the key to the shed, but could not find it. So, forgetting that we were working on the motorcycle, he decided to make a lock pick set. He manufactured the tools, and spent the next four hours either making that lock pick set or picking that lock. He did get that lock open. Now, he had the tools to cut it off, torch it off, saw it offbut no, Jon was gonna pick that lock! So, he did and by the time he opened it, he forgot what part we were looking for. I was dumbfounded. I asked the kids if they’re dad was like this a lot. They said, Rob, if you look up Attention Deficiet Disorder, Dad’s picture is in there. I can tell you that I’m a better human being for knowing Jon Stone. He is the most intelligent man I’ve ever met, has been truly generous to me and to my family and we’re going to miss him very much. | I met Jon several years ago when we taught a Motorcycle Safety class together. In the years since, I’ve always looked forward to working with Jon – each class was a lesson for the students and a lesson for me. Jon demonstrated genuine empathy for his students, and showed tremendous patience with their progress. He was a legend in the teaching community: many of the stories and examples I use in my teaching, I shamelessly stole from Jon. In those stories he will live on. When Jon finally left us, he was among friends, pursing one of his passions: teaching. God speed Jon Stone: you touched many lives and you will be missed! Tim McCormick | I had the pleasure of knowing Jon through the motorcycle training classes at Loudoun campus of Northern Va Community College. We've been working together for the past ten years as instructors and rider coaches. Jon had a true gift for engaging with students. Jon was always kind, patient, and quite often laugh-out-loud funny. I always enjoyed working with him and would scan the schedule looking for classes where we work together before I signed up for the season. It rarely seemed like "work" when Jon was around. Godspeed, my friend, and keep the shiny side up. Paul Wilson

34: On behalf of the President of the United States, the Commandant of the Marine Corps, and a grateful nation, please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your husband’s dedicated and faithful service to his Country and his Corps. Family, we also ask you to please accept the ceremonial shells we fired in his honor. You all have our deepest sympathy. May God continue to bless you and your family and heaven shine upon each and every one of you.

35: Arlington National Cemetery March 22, 2011

36: .... | And in whose arms you're gonna be... | But don't forget who's taking you home, | Lola May Aubry | Max Alexander Stone

37: darlin', save the last dance for me.

38: June 1982 | Molly, 11 | Lesley, 7 | Emily, 6 | Jed, 2 | Laura, 2 months

39: "Adios, Mother Fucker." February 27, 2011

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