I am the neice of Roy Hostetler. My mother "Carrie" was one of his many sliblings. I want to send my sympathy to all of his surviving sliblings and to all of his friends in Canada that are mourning today.
A short story to share: When I was younger and Uncle Jay would make it back to Pennsylvania we would go shopping. Oh, it was a special shopping trip. Uncle Jay all dressed up in his white three piece suit, shoes shined, every hair in place would take me out on the town. We would get a kick out of watching all the ladies checking us out and wondering who the gold digger was with that rich sophicated man. She must be with him for the money. Me and Uncle Jay would laugh all day, that we really got one over on them. Then he would treat me to a special dinner and call it a day. We had a great time together. With fond memories always, until we meet again.
Jo Ellen & Don
