August 29, 1931 – June 6, 2018
Hodge, Jack 1931-2018
Jack Hodge passed away on June 6, 2018, at the age of 86 years. Born in 1931 in Castleberry AL, he joined the Army and served in the Korean Conflict, and left with honorable discharge in 1952. After settling in Molino, FL, he began his career with St. Regis Paper Mill where he was to spend 30 years until he co-founded Plastic Coated Papers Inc. He would later retire from there in 1994. Jack was involved with numerous organizations, including board member of Harvesters Federal Credit Union, Coach for Molino Little League, and he also belonged to his local Masonic chapter. Throughout Jack’s life, he was a devout Christian, and served each church family he was privileged to belong to. He served as a Deacon and mentor at Highland Baptist Church, Deacon at First Baptist Church of Cantonment, and is currently a member of Windy Hill Baptist Church. He is survived by his wife of 65 years, Peggy Jo Hodge, daughter Susan McCrory, sons Jackie Hodge and David Hodge, a sister Jean of LA, seven grandchildren, and nine great-grandchild. He is preceded in death by his parents Challie and Emma Ruth Hodge, his eldest son Aaron Hodge, and eight siblings. Friends are cordially invited to a visitation with the family on Tuesday, June 12, 2018 from 10:00-11:00 a.m. at Eastern Gate Memorial Funeral Home, immediately followed by a service, officiated by Pastor Ricky Skaggs. Memorial donations in memory of Jack can be made to Windy Hill Baptist Church, Building Fund, 9896 Rebel Road, Pensacola, FL 32526. Arrangements have been entrusted to Eastern Gate Memorial Funeral Home.
- Peggy Jo Hodge, Wife
- Susan McCrory, Daughter
- Jackie Hodge, Son
- David Hodge, Son
- Aaron Hodge, Son
- Mr. Hodge also leaves behind his sister Jean, seven grandchildren and nine great grandchildren.
- Visitation Tuesday, June 12, 2018
- Funeral Service Tuesday, June 12, 2018
June 10, 2018
On December 18, 2018 I became Mr. Jack's first caregiver through Visiting Angels. There was one morning that I didn't go right in to check on Mr. Jack and when I finally did, he was upset with me. He began to sit up and wag his finger at me and at this time his speech was quite impaired but he was fussing and I knew it. So I asked him, "Mr. Jack, who are you yelling at and what are you gonna do? Let me put my things down and then we can fuss and fight all day if you want to." After putting my things down and walking over to his bedside, I then asked him, "Now what are you gonna do besides let me take care of you?" His whole demeanor changed. He tried being mean a few other times, but I gave him a run for his money and our relationship flourished simply because I wasn't afraid to respectfully stand up to him, I don't think he was used to that. He will truly be missed.