In Memoriam:

Suzanne Dalton Jones


July 25, 1938November 9, 2015

We were saddened to learn of Suzanne’s death on Novem­ber 9, 2015. She was a long-time Bearnstow camper (since 1947 at age 9), counselor, and general staff member. She is survived by her sister, Sandra, and four children: Ford, Allyson, Ian and Peter; and eight grandchildren: Griffin, McKenna, Dylan, Sabrina, Alejandra, Brooke, Rowan and Benicio. Those who remember Suzanne may send a note to the family through her daughter, Allyson.

Remembrances may be sent to Jim at Bearnstow for publication on this page.

Photo by Bebe Miller, 2006

Suzanne’s family at Bearnstow in 2006

Suzanne (with service dog Hazel), Barbara and husband Ford, their son Griffin (and friend) and daughter McKenna, Allyson and Peter
Photo by Bebe Miller


Memories of Suzanne

Suzanne was my child. We celebrated many of her birthdays over the years at camp. During her last summer at camp in 2014, Allyson sent flowers as always on her birthday. In the past Suzanne shared them with all of us by bringing them to the dinner table, but this summer she kept them on her porch and at the foot of the stairs of the Lodge she placed a fruit juice glass with a single flower. On her last evening at camp our Artist Residents hosted her in the Lodge with a viewing of films and videos from her childhood camp days—a happy farewell to Suzanne. She will always be at Bearnstow.
—Reg (Ruth)


As an intern and longtime friend of Bearnstow, I had the great pleasure of sharing time there with Suzanne. Suzanne was just as much a part of the environment as the trees in the forests, the waves splashing gainst thea rocks of Parker Pond and a true character in the story of Camp Bearnstow. I remember at any given moment the Artists in Residence would be working in class or on a piece and in Suzanne would come, usually looking for her dog Carl, walking as she did, quietly on her tiptoes in her white tennis shoes, a look of wonder on her face at the young artists doing god-knows-what. I remember walking up the forest path at night, the entire woods pitch-black, and looking into the room of Suzanne where a lamp outlined the silhouette of Suzanne and Carl sharing a bed, both deep in sleep.

Suzanne was an influential element for me, as her inability to recall exactly where she was or what she was doing presented such a beautiful and mysterious process about the human psyche, about aging, in a way that I ceaselessly found poetic, sometimes comical, usually always moving. She reminded me constantly that we all have different paths in life, different versions of reality, and though at times it was difficult, Suzanne inadvertently showed me how it is possible to tolerate each one's version of their life, together — in fact, embrace it, into some collaboration completely unforeseen.

One lasting memory I will always have is when for a split moment Suzanne was lucid and began to tell us about her time at Bearnstow as a young girl. She recalled her past — the musical instruments she played, the girls she was friends with, her young rebelliousness and talent in canoeing — all for the brief moment of a sunset over Parker Pond. It was as if her memory were synced to the timing of the setting sun, that shone a brilliant orange and pink, slowly descending into the hilltop until vanishing from view.

I will never forget Suzanne's birthday, where her timidness to eat a chocolate cake turned in an instant as her eyes widened and she licked her lips. I will always remember Suzanne's voice and presence with fondness, and I hope she can now enjoy the quietness and peace she always deserved.
—Tyler Rai


From Facebook

Love to all… she was a wonderful woman. —Precious Jennings

Hermosa mujer! descansa en paz... (Beautiful woman! Rest in peace... ) —Verónica Guarneros

Sending love, remembering time together :) —Nicole Garlando

Our deepest sorrows. Love and best for you, Reg —Univerdanza Danza Contemporánea