Gee, every once in awhile I would think about Steve and wonder how he was doing. I'm sorry to see he passed away. He had a great sense of humor and was a good friend.
I first met Steven in first grade at St. Aloysius Grade School. I would visit him at his home regularly in those early days. He was the only person I knew who had a tree house and a rope swing from a tree. We often rode our bikes together all around West Allis. He kept several sketch books that he drew cartoons in back then.
We remained friends up through High School. He was an imortant part of a small group of friends that I had in those days. We were all big Beatles fans. One summer we had big plans to drive out to Woodstock for a music festival, But our plans fell apart when the car broke down. We did make it to a similar music festival out near Madison a bit later.
I kept in contact with Steve and a few other friends for awhile after graduation, but we eventually drifted apart as our lives took different paths. I went on to the University to study Art. Steve found a job.
Steve and I were roomates for a little while back in the early 1970s. I had taken a break from going to University and was rethinking my course of study. He was working for the Milwaukee Journal at the time. We lived on Milwaukee's East side until he decided to move to California with some other friends. Those were the days when many of our generation took off for CA to join the Hippie movement. I stayed in Milwaukee.
I last saw Steven about 30 years ago. I was visiting friends in Oakland, CA and managed to connect with him. We all took a ride up into the mountains - not sure exactly where anymore. We visited Terry Mosher, who was living in a cabin in the mountains at the time. I believe Steve was living in Berklee in those days. The trip back was not a pleasant one because one of the dogs in the car got sick. We had to drive all the way back with the windows open. Never heard from him again.
I have often wondered what happened to Steve and made a few half hearted attempts to find him. Another friend of ours said she did find him many years ago and visited him. It seemed that he didn't want to be found. She never saw him again. That friend and I recently reconnected and were just talking about Steve only a few months ago. She was debating about whether to try to find him again.
I am sorry to learn that he has passed. I hope his passing was peaceful. I hope that he found a life that truly worked for him. May he rest in peace.
Marty, enjoyed ready your comments about yours and Steve’s adventures together. I didn’t know him well but remember he had a nice smile. We both grew up attending St. Al’s so that is a very thick connection because that experience bonds us in a special way. It hurts to find out a classmate has passed. I guess we all envision ourselves as still kids together. Sounds like Steve lived well following his dreams.
Marty, I also have fond memories of Steve. I last saw him at my grade school 25th reunion. We sat and talked for quite awhile. It's funny that he told me he had a crush on me in grade school and in high school. It is sort of ironic that I also had a crush on him. Although we never connected I was glad to have had him a a friend and that I got to see him at the grade school reunion. He is missed.
Kathleen McGwin
Gee, every once in awhile I would think about Steve and wonder how he was doing. I'm sorry to see he passed away. He had a great sense of humor and was a good friend.
Bruce Hinkforth
Steve was a good friend. I've always wondered about him and whether he ever did anything with his artisitc talents.
Martin Krohne (Krohne)
I first met Steven in first grade at St. Aloysius Grade School. I would visit him at his home regularly in those early days. He was the only person I knew who had a tree house and a rope swing from a tree. We often rode our bikes together all around West Allis. He kept several sketch books that he drew cartoons in back then.
We remained friends up through High School. He was an imortant part of a small group of friends that I had in those days. We were all big Beatles fans. One summer we had big plans to drive out to Woodstock for a music festival, But our plans fell apart when the car broke down. We did make it to a similar music festival out near Madison a bit later.
I kept in contact with Steve and a few other friends for awhile after graduation, but we eventually drifted apart as our lives took different paths. I went on to the University to study Art. Steve found a job.
Steve and I were roomates for a little while back in the early 1970s. I had taken a break from going to University and was rethinking my course of study. He was working for the Milwaukee Journal at the time. We lived on Milwaukee's East side until he decided to move to California with some other friends. Those were the days when many of our generation took off for CA to join the Hippie movement. I stayed in Milwaukee.
I last saw Steven about 30 years ago. I was visiting friends in Oakland, CA and managed to connect with him. We all took a ride up into the mountains - not sure exactly where anymore. We visited Terry Mosher, who was living in a cabin in the mountains at the time. I believe Steve was living in Berklee in those days. The trip back was not a pleasant one because one of the dogs in the car got sick. We had to drive all the way back with the windows open. Never heard from him again.
I have often wondered what happened to Steve and made a few half hearted attempts to find him. Another friend of ours said she did find him many years ago and visited him. It seemed that he didn't want to be found. She never saw him again. That friend and I recently reconnected and were just talking about Steve only a few months ago. She was debating about whether to try to find him again.
I am sorry to learn that he has passed. I hope his passing was peaceful. I hope that he found a life that truly worked for him. May he rest in peace.
Susan Tourek (Savatovic)
Marty, enjoyed ready your comments about yours and Steve’s adventures together. I didn’t know him well but remember he had a nice smile. We both grew up attending St. Al’s so that is a very thick connection because that experience bonds us in a special way. It hurts to find out a classmate has passed. I guess we all envision ourselves as still kids together. Sounds like Steve lived well following his dreams.
Judith Frye (Gosse)
Marty, I also have fond memories of Steve. I last saw him at my grade school 25th reunion. We sat and talked for quite awhile. It's funny that he told me he had a crush on me in grade school and in high school. It is sort of ironic that I also had a crush on him. Although we never connected I was glad to have had him a a friend and that I got to see him at the grade school reunion. He is missed.
Deborah Tyszka
I remember Steve well, both from grade school at St. Al's and WAC. Always such a nice guy, and so talented.