Steve and I were classmates in Fifth Grade at Charbonier Elementary School in 1963; the first year the school opened. My only real, vivid memories of that school year, or should I say of that class, were that Mr. Houston was the teacher and Steve's dad unexpectedly died that year. Steve took it hard and I was shocked and started worrying about my own father dying...which he did 26 years later.
I was not a close friend but I did consider myself a friend; Steve would have been too much of a gentleman to say anything different. I remember him as quiet but thoughtful; a bit shy but friendly; subdued but with a real competitive streak...he floored me more than once in school yard basketball. I wasn't good enough to make the high school team of which Steve was on the Varsity. I don't believe he was ever the center of attention nor did he ever show a lot of emotion, but when something was truly funny, this big grin would come across his face to let you know that a sense of humor was alive and well in the big guys heart. I also remember not wanting to make him bad...he really got red in the face.
I don't have much to say other than I regret not knowing Steve better. I am sorry that I didn't reach out and tell him what a 'class act' I thought he was. Selfishly I have lost another piece of my childhood and personally I want to mark this space with his memory.
To his family my condolences. To his friends I feel your loss. To Steve, thank you so much for being a part of my life...I will miss you!
So very heart broken to hear of the passing of Steve. I also was in Mr. Houston's class, when Steve got the news of his dads passing. I was heart broken for Steve, at the time. He didn't know it , but I was crazy about him. I always thought he looked like Jimmy Steward the movie star. Steve was always , a great guy to everyone . I just can't believe he's really gone. I just found out about his death yesterday, so I am in total shock. My heart goes out to family and friends. Love from his friend, Judie Cooper(hughes)
I was very saddened to read that Steve was gone. He was a great friend to me and so much fun to be around. My favorite memory of him is from a summer day, after we graduated, when he and Dan (Dan’l as Steve would say) Garrett came by my house VERY early one morning. They woke me and kidnapped me for the day. We drove to Elephant Rocks, singing old songs, with them both urging me to sing higher. No matter how hard they tried they never made a soprano out of me. When we got to the park we ran around like 6 year olds and then picnicked on the rocks. I can’t remember which of them, or maybe it was both, played guitar while we sang “Rocky Top,” a favorite of theirs, at the top of our lungs. We were sitting in the sun, just being ourselves. It’s a great memory, I only wish I could remind him of it.
OMG I am just getting this. My brother, Dean Forbes, Steve and Dan were inseparable! I know his spirit and soul rests with the highest of love! Forever the memories! This was written by Jane Forbes (Dean still can't work a computer!)
Oliver Moss
Steve and I were classmates in Fifth Grade at Charbonier Elementary School in 1963; the first year the school opened. My only real, vivid memories of that school year, or should I say of that class, were that Mr. Houston was the teacher and Steve's dad unexpectedly died that year. Steve took it hard and I was shocked and started worrying about my own father dying...which he did 26 years later.
I was not a close friend but I did consider myself a friend; Steve would have been too much of a gentleman to say anything different. I remember him as quiet but thoughtful; a bit shy but friendly; subdued but with a real competitive streak...he floored me more than once in school yard basketball. I wasn't good enough to make the high school team of which Steve was on the Varsity. I don't believe he was ever the center of attention nor did he ever show a lot of emotion, but when something was truly funny, this big grin would come across his face to let you know that a sense of humor was alive and well in the big guys heart. I also remember not wanting to make him bad...he really got red in the face.
I don't have much to say other than I regret not knowing Steve better. I am sorry that I didn't reach out and tell him what a 'class act' I thought he was. Selfishly I have lost another piece of my childhood and personally I want to mark this space with his memory.
To his family my condolences. To his friends I feel your loss. To Steve, thank you so much for being a part of my life...I will miss you!
Maxine Lavada (Judie) Cooper (Hughes)
So very heart broken to hear of the passing of Steve. I also was in Mr. Houston's class, when Steve got the news of his dads passing. I was heart broken for Steve, at the time. He didn't know it , but I was crazy about him. I always thought he looked like Jimmy Steward the movie star. Steve was always , a great guy to everyone . I just can't believe he's really gone. I just found out about his death yesterday, so I am in total shock. My heart goes out to family and friends. Love from his friend, Judie Cooper(hughes)
Monica Wiblemo
I was very saddened to read that Steve was gone. He was a great friend to me and so much fun to be around. My favorite memory of him is from a summer day, after we graduated, when he and Dan (Dan’l as Steve would say) Garrett came by my house VERY early one morning. They woke me and kidnapped me for the day. We drove to Elephant Rocks, singing old songs, with them both urging me to sing higher. No matter how hard they tried they never made a soprano out of me. When we got to the park we ran around like 6 year olds and then picnicked on the rocks. I can’t remember which of them, or maybe it was both, played guitar while we sang “Rocky Top,” a favorite of theirs, at the top of our lungs. We were sitting in the sun, just being ourselves. It’s a great memory, I only wish I could remind him of it.
Dean Forbes
OMG I am just getting this. My brother, Dean Forbes, Steve and Dan were inseparable! I know his spirit and soul rests with the highest of love! Forever the memories! This was written by Jane Forbes (Dean still can't work a computer!)