Proctor-Jones-Obituary

Proctor Patterson Jones Jr.

San Francisco, California

Jul 17, 1952 – Apr 9, 2025

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BORN
July 17, 1952
DIED
April 9, 2025
LOCATION
San Francisco, California

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Proctor died at home on April 9, 2025, at 72 after a prolonged illness. The second son of Proctor and Martha Jones, he was raised in San Francisco, attended Grant Elementary School, Cathedral School for Boys, Shawnigan Lake School (British Columbia), Midland Academy, and graduated from...

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LA ~ 1980s. Proctor & his brother Bev brought an amazing joy and love into my life when I so needed it. Always laughing, inspiring & living to the fullest. Much love to his entire family. I will hold him on high always.

Proctor Jones will always be one of my favorite people!!! He represents the best. most colorful & interesting part of San Francisco to me. We even shared an earthquake together in my home in the old Roma Macaroni Factory on Telegraph Hill...He was a gorgeous photographer and even took a lovely bxw photo of moi.... He fulfilled my dream of dinner at Cafe Jacqueline in North Beach...We were fellow Tour Guides with a lot of history etc etc....I hope i hear about his life celebration cause I...

Condolences to Proctor´s family and friends. I met Proctor in San Francisco through a friend during Proctor's stint as "A Blue Blood on Wheels" in the 1970´s and although it was the only time we were acquainted. His persona is not a forgettable one. I learned more about San Fran in those few days than I had in two other prior visits. God blessed us all by crossing paths with Proctor Jones.

Sharing a sandwich and a bottle of1982 Margaux at the airport in Papeete (Tahiti) in1993.

....my apologies... Tugboat Alice... I remember when he proudly proclaimed that he was naming his daughter Tugboat...

Bigger than life Proctor Jones...another phrase that gets tossed around...but in this case so true. My sincere condolences to the Leslie, Tugboat Annie and the family. My favorite memory was scuba diving with Proctor in Bermuda. It was like a Cousteau film. On land he was a lumbering walrus but under the sea he was a graceful sea creature. He'd swim into my mask view like a curios otter and induce me to blow bubbles of laughter through my regulator. What a man...a Dark and Stormy toast to...

The phrase gentleman and a scholar gets tossed around easily but it fits Proctor like one of his tweed jackets. A poet, photographer, husband, father, and my dear friend from way back. We have lost an original character of legendary proportions. No more pain. Rest in Peace

Always a dynamic personality, great friend and neighbor. Please guide and watch over Leslie and Alice and every so often, the rest of us once. Knew you were struggling and wish I had reached out more. Rest in peace my friend.

You will be fondly remembered for your style, grace & humor. Suzanne & Dallas