Birth date: Apr 20, 1931 Death date: Nov 29, 2021
Joseph A. Davis Jr, 90, of St. Petersburg passed away Monday, November 29, 2021. Mr. Davis was born April 20, 1931 in Hico, West Virginia. He loved snow skiing and traveling with his beloved wife, Esther. Mr. Davis is survived by Read Obituary
Dearest Esther, it is with love that i share again something I mentioned over and over to you and Joe about my delight in knowing a man so very much like my dad. A man who cared deeply and tenderly for his wife in faithful commitment and love. For me, it is Joe's legacy and teaching: tender loving care and always a word about the Lord!
Love you both, Dagmar
Aunt Esther, Cousin Kenny, and Theresa.
To the lucky people who got to call him Friend, I am a lucky one who got to call him Uncle Joe. They would come to Niceville, Florida, Aunt Esther's home town to visit us. After reading that if you are thinking how fitting it is for such a kind, beautiful person to come from a place named Niceville...you'd be right. In the summers and during hunting season we spent many great times together. Aunt Esther, my Father's Sister, if you didn't know speaks fluent sarcasm as do the rest of the Marler clan. That apple fell squarely on Kenny, and Theresa along with my Sister Julia and I. At times it seemed we were the only ones in the room "that got it". Although holding his own, Uncle Joe would chime in with great humor, but I often thought perhaps he was out numbered at times. So many fun and funny times we had together. Uncle Joe loved to dive. One trip to the Keys shooting fish and lobstering Uncle Joe got so excited about jumping in the water he forgot he didn't have his suit on under his shorts. Mom just looked the other way as Uncle Joe bailed overboard in his skivvies. Uncle Joe loved peanut butter and honey on his toast. A fishing trip to the Marquesas, about 20 miles from the somewhat civilized Key West, we camped on the Island for a few days and fished. Well, Kenny decided it would be a great idea to hide the peanut butter while we were unpacking the tents and gear from the boat. Uncle Joe asked if anyone had seen it and of course we all said no. A frantic search ensued and suddenly the most important thing in the entire world was to locate his peanut butter. Miraculously the peanut butter materialized and we never said a thing. With this crew we didn't have to, I'm sure he knew. I could go on and on, but just wanted to give those who love him a side perhaps you didn't know.
With elegance and class for as long as I can remember them, I am grateful and honored you were lucky enough to meet my Uncle Joe.
Respectfully,
Johnny Marler
Dear, Esther, Teresa, and Kenny,
It's with a heavy heart that I write to send condolences for Joe's passing. There are many memories that can't be taken from us--all those times of breakfast at the beach with our families, dinners together and many New Year's Eve parties at your house. Your family was a great part of our lives for many years. Joe was a good man who loved his family and God. Now he is in the heavenly home with Lamar and one day we'll all be together again. May our Lord bless and comfort you during this time of grief.
Love, Judy Owens
