Bruce Neuhausen Jones, Octoober 17, 2025

Bruce Jones’ daughter Stephanie reports:

Bruce Jones passed away from metastatic melanoma October 17th, 2025.

He is survived by his wife Victoria, his daughter Karen (Cornell & London Business School), his daughter Stephanie (Yale 2000), his son Christopher (University of Maryland) and Christopher’s daughter Chloe.

After graduating from Yale, Bruce earned his graduate degree from Princeton’s Woodrow Wilson School of Public & International Affairs. As a World Bank senior economist, he worked in health care and education in the Philippines, Lesotho, Uganda, Zambia and Kenya.

Bruce enjoyed 20 years of retirement. For the Lemon Road Civic Association (LRCA), he tackled issues such as rail noise generated in the WMATA rail yard, changes to the Fairfax County Zoning Ordinance Reform (ZMOD) and opposition to the proposed Tysons casino.   Bruce was also active in the McLean Citizens Association (MCA) and was a member of the MCA Transportation Committee.

As a tennis player, he was known for his team spirit, gentlemanly demeanor on and off the court, and signature modest grin after hitting a winning lob or lightning speed forehand. Bruce is a major character in Karen’s memoir Heart of Miracles.

Bruce is deeply missed. He will be remembered for his keen intellect, sense of humor and dedication to the neighborhood.

Here’s what Bruce shared in 2019 in his 50th Reunion Essay:

Education: Yale, BA, 1969; Princeton, Master of Public Affiars (Economics and Public Policy), 1974;
Career: World Bank economist, 32 years as staff member; 2 more years as part-time consultant

I recall Yale as we entered in 1965 as a spectacular place, both physically, and in the richness of its offerings. Courses that I took on economics, Asia, and Africa helped prepare me for my eventual career at the World Bank, working as an economist on Asian and African countries. My enjoyment of our junior and senior years was impaired to some degree by distress at events outside Yale: Vietnam, urban riots, and the premature loss of some admired national leaders.

I became reacquainted with Yale in the 1990s, as a parent. Daughter Stephanie, graduating in May 2000, was in Timothy Dwight, some distance from Morse where I had been. Yale seemed to me to be a better place in the ’90s than in the ’60s, reflecting payoff to the Class of 1969’s efforts on coeducation.