Joseph James Gribble

I was just in Newton this week and was thinking of Joe. Miss ya Pal......

Wow, I am so sorry that I just learned of our loss, Tiger, haven't seen him in tons of years, but thankfully FB gave us the time to rehash the younger years growing up in Stillwater, I used to love to go to his house and hang out in his dads "bar" and I would tie my pony"Gunsmoke" to a tree, Cannot express how sorry I am and sending strength to his family, better late than never ❤ Rest in Peace Tiger ❤

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you. Meeting you and loving you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You will live on in my memories and in my heart, but a piece of me is missing now that you are not here, May we be together again in the ever after. I love you and miss you and I could just crumble into dust with sorrow. We were so happy and now I can barely go on. I know you'd be with me if you could.

Correction: My Mother is "still" a Stillwater native. Sorry about that.

When I first met Tiger, his parents Joe & Billie Gribble had a Campground in Stillwater, My Mother was also a Stillwater Native. I must have been about 3 years old at the time I met Tiger. I have fond memories of him, he taught me how to ride as I got older. My most sincere condolences to his family and friends. May you rest in Peace Tiger.

We've lived on Old Schoolhouse Road for a few years and always enjoyed seeing this guy ride by our house on his motorcycle. We finally met Joe a few months ago and got to know him and make some connections--he knew everyone somehow! Joe was a very genuine and nice guy with a great personality. He knew everything about Stillwater. I wish I had gotten to talk to him much more. The world was a little brighter because Joe was here. May God be with all those mourning Joe's death, especially...

Stillwater won't be the same place without Tiger. He had a unique and special relationship with each person in my family for 40 plus years. Lots of memories come to mind of the old days but I, like most, will remember his infectious laugh which he was always willing to share.

When I think of him, I always recall, many years ago, how my little 3 year old brother would go nearly insane when the sound of Joe and Joe's motorcycles could be heard in the distance headed toward the house....