November 1, 1917 - April 23, 2006
Wheeling, WV - Detroit, MI
December 7, 1916 - Jan 1, 2016
Cleveland, OH - Detroit, MI
Samuel Sophy Joseph was our clown prince. Always entertaining at every family function, he was the designated dancer among the brothers. Photos and films exist of him dancing with his mother, his sister and various sisters-in-law. Although any family function wasn't complete until Uncle Sammy danced with a full glass on his head. The laughter equaled the amazement. And every holiday at the dinner table, we would wait for his whiskey ritual. Taking a shot of Canadian Whiskey, he would contort his face and we would be in stitches. A lifelong bachelor, he did spend 30 plus years with Dorothy Ward, a former Rockette, and a woman we all welcomed as an aunt. Uncle Sam was also one of the founding members of the Camelback Golf Outing between Lebanese contingents from Detroit and Cleveland. Until I was fifteen, Uncle Sam lived with us. To hear him speak was another experience altogether as he would butcher the English language. In his eulogy, I wrote the following poem for him entitled THE KING OF THE MOMENT.
We were his gifted children
bestowed by his caring brothers and sister
upon his unassuming life .
In return, we were presented
a clown prince in mismatched clothes -
the light in the room emanating from him.
As he would prance across the floor
he was the king of the moment
a whiskey glass his crown –
And we, his loyal subjects
would laugh in time to his rhythmic belly.
When he spoke,
the circles of his English dizzied us -
we were hung by his every word…
Love lived in the glint of his eye
and in the crook of his smile…
Did we ever really know the man
who was granted access to a father’s love
by a family overflowing with the riches of its seed?
We were his chosen children -
but who can speak of his hopes and fears?
Who can solve the mystery of his quiet hours
that only he himself knew?
Heaven holds those answers now.
Death is the pendulum
swinging twixt a grin and a tear
The earth holds his bones now.
And in the end -
we were not surprised
that his great heart gave out –
it was the part he used the most…
This is a story about Sam and his father, Doumit, as told by, arguably the greatest storyteller of all the Joseph Brothers , Sam. This story is regarding The "Shub-el" as he calls it. Recorded in late 1994, the audio is slightly scratchy. Look for Tom Joseph and Dorothy Ward as interested listeners and a small heckle from Don Joseph.
Sam - Drummer - 1940's