Stanford Hooker's Obituary
Stanford Hooker, 92, of Palm Harbor, Florida, passed into eternity in hospice care on June 6, 2015.
He was born April 4, 1923 in Biggers, Arkansas to Walter and Tommie Hooker. Stanford dropped out of high school during the depression and joined the Civilian Conservation Corps, traveling to Idaho where he participated in public works projects. He served as a sergeant in the Army Air Corps with the 780th Bombardment Squadron in Italy during World War II. He married his wife, Patricia Bush, in 1955, in Waterford, Michigan. They lived in Florida since 1972.
Stan was retired from General Motors where he started as a welder in the truck and bus factories in Pontiac, Michigan. He was promoted up to a foreman position and moved to Lordstown, Ohio in 1970, when GM moved production of the Chevy van line.
Stan accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Lord and Savior and was active in local churches until his death. He was a 30 year member of Hillsdale Baptist Church in Tampa.
He is survived by three sons and their spouses: Philip & Kathy Hooker of Tonopah, AZ; Jim & Glenda Hooker of Woodbury, MN; and Scott & Joy Hooker of Seminole, FL. Five grandchildren: Traci Hernandez of Phoenix, AZ; Jacquelyn Hooker of Lakewood, CO; Ben Hooker of Seminole, FL; Jamie Hooker of New York, NY; and Josh & Sarah Hooker Carl of Mobile, AL. And five great granddaughters (Caitlyn, Erykah, Samantha, Gyanna and Riley). One sister, Connie Ripa of Meridian, ID. He was preceded in death by his parents, brothers William Ancell, Robert Hooker and Norman Hooker and sister Norma Mae Neissman.
A memorial service will be held at Hillsdale Baptist Church in Tampa on June 29. Family visitation at 10:30 and service at 11:00. In lieu of flowers the family asks that donations be made in memory of Stanford to Suncoast Hospice in Palm Harbor or your favorite charity.
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