William T Jones Jr.

William T. Jones, Jr., affectionately known as Billy or Bill to his wide circle of family and friends, passed away peacefully on March 27, 2026 with his family at his side, leaving behind a legacy of dedication, passion, and enduring love.

Born in 1953 in Seattle, Washington to William T. Jones and Geraldine Monroe, Bill’s life was marked by his faith, pioneering spirit, and deep commitment to family. A devout Muslim and true Renaissance man, he lived fully and with purpose.

Bill attended local schools, including St. Edward’s and Franklin High School, where he cultivated his athletic talents. His professional journey began with the Forest Service—fighting forest fires in the summer and working avalanche patrol in the winter—before embarking on a remarkable 47-year career with Seattle City Light, where he was a respected and dedicated member of the team.

Beyond his professional life, Bill was a trailblazer on the slopes. After beginning to ski in the 1960s, he became, in the early 1970s, the first Black ski instructor in the Snoqualmie ski area (Ski Acres, Hyak, and Powder Pigs). This was a significant achievement in a sport that was not yet diverse. He dedicated himself to teaching countless aspiring skiers the skills needed to pass the PNSIA (Pacific Northwest Ski Instructors Association). Although he was unjustly denied certification due to racial barriers of the time, this did not deter his passion or commitment to others.

Bill’s impact extended far beyond skiing. He played semi-professional baseball in Canada, taught tennis, and competed at A and B levels. And he could dance—whether on the dance floor or at the roller rink, his smooth moves were unforgettable. He was also a beloved youth coach in Seattle, mentoring many young athletes in soccer and baseball. Later in life, he became an avid golfer, playing in courses across different countries, and continued skating in both Las Vegas and the Seattle area.

An avid traveler, Bill cherished adventures with his beloved wife, Vicki Smith-Jones. Even more, he treasured trips with his entire “gang” of family and friends. From cruising to camping to hotel stays, he loved it all. A cherished tradition beginning in 1999 brought the group annually to Whistler, B.C., where they would “tear up the mountain,” share potluck or fine dining meals, enjoy Cow’s ice cream, and end the day with games and laughter.

When not traveling or skiing, Bill—truly the epitome of dandyism—and his wife could often be found at Jazz Alley or other live music venues, enjoying his love of music. He had a beautiful singing voice and an eclectic taste in both music and fashion. On Sunday mornings, he often sang to his wife and children, though he modestly refused to share his talent more widely.

At home, weekends often found Bill improving the house, yard, and life around him. He single- handedly built a carport sturdy enough to withstand anything, with plans to make it even bigger. He even dyed the dog purple—just one example of his playful and unforgettable spirit.

Bill was able to enjoy two final memorable trips—one to Puerto Vallarta with three of his grandchildren, and another with the Whistler group—shortly before his passing.

He is survived by his devoted wife, Vicki Smith-Jones; his three children, Rachel May, William Jones, and Jacqueline Jones; and eight cherished grandchildren: India, Ryanne, Mychal, Donovan, Dilynn, Beaux, Penny, and Hollis. He also leaves behind extended family and many dear friends, all of whom brought immense joy to his life.

Bill’s memory will be treasured by all who had the privilege of knowing him. His pioneering spirit, unwavering dedication to family and community, and infectious love for life will continue to inspire.