Joseph Anton Maly
Joseph Anton Maly, passed away suddenly on Saturday, September 9 at the age of 62. He was born in East Saint Louis, Illinois, on November 15, 1960.
Predeceased by his parents: Anna (Enzenauer) Maly and John Maly Jr.
Survived by his wife of 26 years, Diane (Breckenridge) Maly.
Lovingly remembered by his daughter Alecia Breckenridge Hancock, grandchildren: Kayla and Samuel Feger, Alexis and Alison Hancock. Great-grandchildren: Andrew Joseph “AJ” and Raeleigh. Sister Sharon Moder (Tim) Nephew: Joseph Moder (Ashley)
Joe lived in Maryville, IL, in his early years. He moved to Maplewood, MO, when he was in first grade, where he lived most of his life with his mother and sister. He lovingly cared for his father John during his later years. Then after moving with his wife Diane to Marlboro, he cared for his mother Anna as well, for several years prior to her passing.
Joe’s passions were family (especially those grandchildren), guns and hunting, reading and movies, music, and building and construction. His absolute favorite moments doing any of the above, included a kiddo by his side or in his lap. I can’t even begin to count how many have called him “grandpa Joe” or “coach grandpa” over the years, and nothing made him prouder. He had a big laugh and gave great big hugs (even when you didn’t want them sometimes… lol). He was a fierce protector and always came to save the day when he could, for any and all of his friends or family. He spent many of his birthdays hunting, but looked forward to his homemade, with love, German chocolate cakes every year! He was an avid reader and a huge Tolkien fan.
Please join us on December 8, 2023 6 p.m. to 9 p.m.
American Legion #111
7300 Landsdowne Avenue
Saint Louis, Missouri 63119
We lived down in DeSoto and Joe used to come down to go deer hunting with us. When Aunt Suzie bought her place down in Ellington, Jow would go down there part time and our place the rest of deer season. One time he stopped by the house when he was hunting down at Suzies place. He had that old el Camino at the time. Stopped in to say hello and was telling dad about the turnkey he shot. Being November it was cold so there was not a risk of spoilage, but IO walked outside to look at it. There was a pair of very strange looking feet sticking out of a black trash bag…and one of the most foul stenches that any human had ever inhaled.
I went back inside and said, “Joe, you sure that was a turkey?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Thing must be about 15 lbs.”
“I aint never smelled a turkey like that”.
Dad raised an eyebrow, got up and took two steps outside then came back in with his hand over his nose.
“GOTDAMIT JOE! You shot a turkey buzzard! Andy go throw that nasty thing in the creek!”
I begrudgingly complied, and i will add that carcass sat on that creek bank for about 3 weeks until we had a rain that washed the stinking thing away.
Joe was a man of conviction. He told you like it was, whether you wanted to hear it or not. His kindness and generosity will always be remembered. Enjoyed many years of hunting and comradery. RIP my friend…
A great friend, he possessed a wealth of knowledge he shared freely, many cherished memories we have, heaven got another great soul, RIP Dear friend