Seaborn Jones, Poet

Always remember that slow drawl and when he stayed all night with us in D.C. area on the way to Macon. Betty Aberlin was with him & the kids were delighted to see someone from Mister Rogers neighborhood. Will miss his stories.

An old high school buddy..Rest in peace my friend

seaborn was just 'Seaborn'-------his whole life was about seeking out new experiences-------he hid much of his curiosity within his poems-----to me he was a little brother----i thought often through the years that he had early on surrounded himself with my very 'intelligent' friends who influenced us both to think differently about much of life's purpose--------great beginnings & friendship

Seaborn held a very special place in Jim Irvine's heart (my ex-husband). They called each other "My Huckleberry Friend." Seaborn was an inspiration to Jim. We named our only child after him, Seaborne Irvine on June 6, 1972. I remember him for his rare wit and for being a Southern Gentleman. He was always kind and gracious to me. I'm sure Jim would have written something witty if he was still here. Farewell, Huckleberry Friend. You left an indelible mark in many lives.

I only just heard of Seaborn's passing, and was shocked. I thought he would out live us all. I have Xray movies on my night table right now, and read from it often. Bronwyn, I'm sorry.

Vic, so sorry to hear of your brother's passing. Though I only knew you and your parents, I often heard Jay and Betty speak of how gifted a poet Seaborn was. I have many good memories of you and your family, and my heart goes out to you. Lynn Clark

Bronwyn, I am so sorry about your dad. We go back to high school days and he's in my prayers and thoughts. What a wonderful friend and person he was. Rest in peace, dear friend.

Would love to take that ride again with Seaborn, high above S.F. on starlit neon skyways listening to his old pal, Otis Redding on the cassette slipped into frozen eternity dashboard.

~ Charles Plymell

I remember him well from visits to the Macon museum. It wasn't until our third (or so) trip that I realized he wrote poetry - and GOOD poetry! He reminded me of Chaucer's Oxford student: "gladly would he learn, and gladly teach." He always eager to share with and kind to the little ones.