Joseph Ray Hoover Jr.

Oh, Donna, I'm so sorry to read of your dad's passing. I remember a story about your dad when he was delivering mail to our house and he walked around the back of the house. Mom was picking a goose and was covered in goose down. It really spooked him for a minute. Another little story was delivering that little paper bag to Mrs. Dishner's classroom when we were in first grade. Hold on to those memories. How wonderful they are.