Joseph Alfred Travers, 62, of Franklinville NJ died February 17th surround by his loving family.
“Joe” was raised in Gibbstown, NJ the son of the late Leon and Fannie Travers.
Joe, loving husband of Teri (Fagan), Loving father to Michael (Theresa) of Franklinville, Stephen of Maryland, and Laura (Chanel) of Sicklerville and Devoted “Poppy” to Joey, Shannon, and Lily. Son in law to Florence and the late Frederick Fagan. Brother to Bessie, Peggy, Donna, and uncle to many nieces and nephews.
Joe was an ASE Certified Master Diesel and Heavy Equipment Technician for 35 years; he was also a Matco Tools distributor.
Joe enjoyed working on classic cars, camping, hunting, and fishing with his family. One of Joe’s greatest pleasures was hanging out with his grandkids: especially hunting and fishing with Joey his best bud. He enjoyed many football, cheerleading, and softball games as well as track/field meets that his grandkids were in. Most of all Joe’s greatest joy in his life was his wife Teri.
He will be greatly missed by his family and friends.
Family and friends are invited to gather Saturday, February 21, 2015 from 11am to 1pm at FERTIG FUNERAL HOME, 63 N. Main St., Mullica Hill, NJ 08062. Interment private.
In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Gloucester County Animal Shelter, 1200 N. Delsea Dr., Clayton, NJ 08312 or to the charity of the donor’s choice.
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Leave a tributeThou we had drifted apart over the years, that special place in my heart for my brother was always there. We had to grow up way too fast, but I always knew I could count on you to make me a better cook. oops did I say that- yes everyone, my dad MADE my brother eat my burnt turkeys, chicken, and just about anything I tried to make THEN made him tell me how good it was. I would give anything for you to taste my culinary masterpieces now! My comfort is knowing you are with mommy and daddy now. You left a truly remarkable family here, but left them with the memories of a lifetime. Till we meet again, Love and miss you, Donna
Theresa
All my thoughts and prayers are with YOU and YOUR FAMILY.
REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER.
My thoughts and prayers are with his family at this difficult time.
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The Mighty Hunter
Joe and I were hunting buddies from the time he and I first got our hunting licenses when I was 14 and he 15. Joe used his dad's old Ithaca pump and me an old double barrel Winchester. Joes was famous amogst the group of us who frequented the Delaware River banks in search of ducks as the guy who couldn't hit anything. He took a lot of kidding about being a bad shot.
A year or so later, we were again down the Flood Gates looking for "diver ducks" when a state game warden stopped to check out papers and guns. Finding no illegal ammo or no more than three shells in Joes shotgun, the warden ask Joe if he could hit anything with that pump. I laughed at that and said he couldn't hit a "tweety bird" if sat in front of the barrel. The warden agreed as he said no wonder, the barrel is bent!
Glenn Simpson
Bear, Delaware
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I found out about the passing of my childhood friend a short while ago. Living 35 miles away and in another state made it impossible to make the funeral in time. It did, however, remind me of a couple of other funerals.
It was early Monday morning on that rainy April day as I sat in the back of the limo on the way to my father's funeral. The car was crammed with relatives and I was sitting on a fold down seat on the driver's side in the rear as we passed Joe's house on Memorial Ave in Gibbstown. There at a jog, in a suit with no rain coat was Joe struggling to get across an old brush covered field between his house and the main street. My dad had died Friday night/Saturday morning and the services were being held early Monday morning so many of our friends did not know of his passing before the funeral services were over. Joe knew. And, at 15 years old, he was too young to drive legally in NJ so he walked/ran/hitch hiked to the services a couple of miles away in the rain. My only friend at the service.
Several years later, we were grown up and another funeral to attend. This time, Leon's, Joe's dad. As I walked into the funeral home in Paulsboro, Joe and Donna saw me and came to the back of the room and each grabbed an arm. They led be up front to the family's seating and sat me down where we all grieved for "Dad".
Glenn Simpson
Bear, Delaware