THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO JOE BONGART
IN LOVING MEMORY TO A KIND, GENTLE MAN.
Joe passed away today, May 25, 1997.
Twenty-eight years ago I met Joe. He married my mother, Marjorie, while I was in the Marine Corps. I sort of figured it was an "arranged" marriage by my mother's friends. From that time on Marge and Joe were inseparable. Fishing, Joe couldn't swim but he would put on waders and walk to the sand bar where "the bigs ones hide". Traveling, whenever they could off in the GMC, even if it was an afternoon drive to a Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant. Marge would drive, Joe the navigator. Football, always rooting for the Bucs, Joe was never a fair-weather fan. Stories of Alaska, Joe could go on forever about his WW2 Air Force duty in the beautiful wilderness of Alaska.
When Joe and Marge got married they didn't have alot of money. Mom worked when she could. Joe spent many a year pumping gas at the Citgo, always with a smile and a story for anyone that would lend an ear. For his life before Marge, Joe never really settled down, but his dream was to own a home, cut the grass in his own yard, know that in his life what he did would be lasting. "Well, Joe, you have given more than you will ever know. Forever we will remember you, you will always be with us." Oh, Joe did get his house, but I think after a while he wasn'tas fond of cutting the grass.
In 1983 my daughter, Rae, was born: Joe became "Grandpa Joe". No man could ever be as kind as he. A Father to me. A Grandpa to Rae. A Life Companion to my mother.
One thing is for sure: God certainly will hear a lot about football now.