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Marcy was single at the time he was killed-in-action during WWII..

Marcy, his niece Justine, and
brother-in-law Danny

This photo was taken on April 1944.
Marcy was killed in France five months later.


Marcy was buried in St. James military cemetery in France
but the grave was later moved to Holy Cross cemetery in
Brooklyn. The above photo shows a tank pulling Marcy's
casket down Church his new gravesite.
Nov 11, 1947

Maurice G Jones was born in August 1907.

For a time Marcy worked in his older brother's (Joe Sr.'s) appliance store. His nephew John remembers Marcy showing his other young nephew, Joe Jr., how he could change radio stations at the touch of a button. At the time, this was a new feature of radios and Joe Jr. was fascinated by Marcy's technical savvy. This probably contributed to Joe's love for electronics as he went on to become a master electrician.

During WWII Marcy was drafted into the Army. At the time he was still single but engaged to be married. He was assigned to Company I of the 121st Infantry and fought in France. On August 13 1944, at 37 years of age, he was killed in action.

News of his death was a staggering blow to the family, especially to Joe Jr. who was also serving in the Army at the time. Eighteen months earlier, Joe's Uncle Marcy had served as the best man at his wedding. Marcy was also the godfather of Joe Jr.'s first born daughter, Helen, born in November 1943.


Written by JoAnne
I remember that day of Uncle Marcy's reburial very well. The Mass was in Holy Cross and we walked to Holy Cross Cemetery. How we loved Uncle Marcy! I know I did. When we had to fix up Inglenook after the boys from the Boys School ransacked it, I helped Uncle Marcy (being only 4 or 5 years old at the time, I wasn't much of a helper) put panes of glass in windows and I stood by as he made those steps in front of the house down to Hollow Road. He was so kind and patient.

Written by John
It was on a Saturday when POP received the telegram about Uncle Marcy having been killed. I was home for the weekend and was at the store when Pop received the news. He cried uncontrollably for a long time and no one could help him. He just had to let it out.

Written by Jerry
We were in Stony Brook at the time. Granny Jones was visiting Doodie Mary. I can still see the picture of Mrs Zimmerlien coming up Hollow Road in her green automatic shift car and delivering the telegram to us at Inglenook. For those that don't know, Mrs Zimmerlien was the wife of the local druggist and they somehow had a receiver to get western union telegrams. I remember going over to Doodie's to tell Granny about it. Grandpa Jones was never told of it.