Carey Joe Hobson left high school in 1964 to join the US Army. He served honorably in Vietnam. Joe had a great sense of self even as a young man. I saw him several times before he deployed to Vietnam and I remember he had such a positive outlook on life. He had not had an easy time as a teen and a young man. But he was determined to overcome any blocks life put in his way. Joe wrote to me often while he was in training and while he was in Vietnam. He was making plans for his future. He had a wonderful gentle side to him that many may not have seen.
Joe died in a drowning accident. He had great potential and I often wonder what he would have accomplished in his life. A bright star gone too soon.
I may be 1 of the few that knew Joe by his real 1st name, which was Carey.I called him Carey Joe when we were growing up and going to F St. school. He lived down the street from me, and we were best buds up to grade 4 when I moved. We didn't pal around after that , but we did both play football in high school, and what I remember about Joe was he was 1 dang tough sonofagun at middle linebacker, and quite the praqnkster at practice. When we would scrimmage and I was unfortunate to be on the bottom of a pile after getting tackled, Joe would delight in reaching through all the hands and arms and pulling out the hair on my legs, then laughing hysterically back to his huddle as I limped to mine. Looking back, that was pretty funny of him.
I knew Carey Joe from elementary school through CVHS. He was always a good friend to me even at F Street elementary where he had a reputation for slughing kids he did not like. Instead of hitting me he was always sort of protectibe towards me. It seems like I have missed him forever he was taken from us so soon. And I always called him Carey Joe
I first met Carey Joe when I moved to CV in the 5th grade (F st school). We remained friends through out school. I had my first drink in a bar other than TJ with Joe. We went to the old Hawiian Village on Broadway after a second shift at Rohr. We were both 18. I had my last drink with him at his bar, the Western Front on 3rd. I would never have wanted to get into a fight with him, but, he sure was a great one to have one your side. A great guy.
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Glenda Douglas (Matt)
Carey Joe Hobson left high school in 1964 to join the US Army. He served honorably in Vietnam. Joe had a great sense of self even as a young man. I saw him several times before he deployed to Vietnam and I remember he had such a positive outlook on life. He had not had an easy time as a teen and a young man. But he was determined to overcome any blocks life put in his way. Joe wrote to me often while he was in training and while he was in Vietnam. He was making plans for his future. He had a wonderful gentle side to him that many may not have seen.
Joe died in a drowning accident. He had great potential and I often wonder what he would have accomplished in his life. A bright star gone too soon.
David Olmsted
I may be 1 of the few that knew Joe by his real 1st name, which was Carey.I called him Carey Joe when we were growing up and going to F St. school. He lived down the street from me, and we were best buds up to grade 4 when I moved. We didn't pal around after that , but we did both play football in high school, and what I remember about Joe was he was 1 dang tough sonofagun at middle linebacker, and quite the praqnkster at practice. When we would scrimmage and I was unfortunate to be on the bottom of a pile after getting tackled, Joe would delight in reaching through all the hands and arms and pulling out the hair on my legs, then laughing hysterically back to his huddle as I limped to mine. Looking back, that was pretty funny of him.
Thanks, Carey Joe, for being my first pal.
David Olmsted
Joanne Sherburne (Barrows-Bothwell)
I knew Carey Joe from elementary school through CVHS. He was always a good friend to me even at F Street elementary where he had a reputation for slughing kids he did not like. Instead of hitting me he was always sort of protectibe towards me. It seems like I have missed him forever he was taken from us so soon. And I always called him Carey Joe
Larry Woolf
I first met Carey Joe when I moved to CV in the 5th grade (F st school). We remained friends through out school. I had my first drink in a bar other than TJ with Joe. We went to the old Hawiian Village on Broadway after a second shift at Rohr. We were both 18. I had my last drink with him at his bar, the Western Front on 3rd. I would never have wanted to get into a fight with him, but, he sure was a great one to have one your side. A great guy.