Our sympathy in your loss...of a special person.
I remember Joe as our "uncle" as we also remembered Lucille, his sister, as our "aunt" because they were so close in age to my Dad, and we seen them the most. Those two were always teasing..It must have been a fun filled life growing up with them two for Nina, Jerry, Jimmy, Joy and Glenn. I remember family reunions or get togethers in Quinlan Okla and ice cream making. And his family visits to us in Kingsmill, Tx. Joe took us to the awesome Astrodome in 1966 to see a baseball game and we sit about 20 rows up from 1st base. Seen a guy hit by a foul ball while he was taking a drink of beer about 10 rows below us and we laughed so hard. That's as close as I got to a major league baseball game foul ball! Joe had that awesome hatchback car, too, that we rode in. I remember him so proud of his girls growing up as they played softball and tennis as he enjoyed outdoor sports. I guess I should add all sports as he loved to play cards too. In later years as I was married and living in Houston, him and Ruth invited us over almost every weekend to eat fried fish he had caught and cooked out by the garage..good food and usually homemade ice cream. Along the drive way next to their house, they had bushes. These were peppers and I tried eating one, once!, and I was so hot...he got a good chuckle out of that and I even rubbed my face and it was on fire too! maybe the girls would remember if it was habonero.. I made a few of his regular weekend golf trips too, and Bay City was one we'd head out early for..still dark even in the summer..fun visits! I think he was in charge of arranging the weekly tournaments of golf or fishing tournaments for continental employees, it seemed. I'd like to play with him now as he could hit it straight and mine was a bananna curve back then.. Back to when our first daughter was born in Houston, Ruth and Joe were always willing to babysit while we garage-sale shopped over in their area....Great Helpers! Once while my folks were down to Houston to visit, I remember my dad and Joe in our apartment kitchen kidding each other, as usual, but they were busy cutting open oyster clam shells. Joe had taken my folks on a tour of Galveston and came back with a bag/bucket of oysters in the shell, and he was giving my dad a course in opening them..and of course there was fresh made ice cream too. One funny story Joe always liked was when my pregnant wife had been to the doctor and drove off into heavy rain runoff and a splash stalled the car and she crawled out of the window at 9mos. which reminds me of the time a hurricane took down a huge tree in their front yard....As last memories, I remember Joe at the reunion in Colorado..and him passing us (Mom-Fayanna, Dad-John, and me-J.T.) on mountain roads..don't remember if he was driving but I bet he was encouraging 'who was driving' to step on it.. Joe was always competitive and made a game of most things it seemed...A great dad and friend and cousin. who will be missed but remembered by all.