Steve was my next door neighbor. We were close friends from the age of 5 until the end of high school. Sherman Elementary, Evergreen Jr. High, and then Skyline. We often walked - yes walked - to Sherman and Evergreen together. When we were 6 years old we were riding our wagons down Fisher Lane to the Ballsteads home. I decided to cross the street but a truck was coming. Steve said "don't worry, you will make it." I remember waking up a after being hit and dragged by the truck a hundred yards. Steve was right, I made it, the truck didn't kill me. Steve called me one day and said that he wanted a nickname. He chose :"Zeke" I don't know why. I admired his talent playing his Goya guitar and his banjo. We didn't communicate a lot after High school. A few years before Zeke died I reconnected and was glad we could talk on the phone every few months. Steve shared with me a lot of his regrets. I reminded him that it is ok to look in the past - just don't stare! Miss you Zeke.
Steve was a friend of my youth. I remember similarly the words of Jack McDonald. Steve was his neighbor, but was also kind and good to others. I do remember his goodness to me. Thanks Steve for your goodness to me and that which you gave to me. Sincerely, Skip Chase
Jack A. McDonald
Steve was my next door neighbor. We were close friends from the age of 5 until the end of high school. Sherman Elementary, Evergreen Jr. High, and then Skyline. We often walked - yes walked - to Sherman and Evergreen together. When we were 6 years old we were riding our wagons down Fisher Lane to the Ballsteads home. I decided to cross the street but a truck was coming. Steve said "don't worry, you will make it." I remember waking up a after being hit and dragged by the truck a hundred yards. Steve was right, I made it, the truck didn't kill me. Steve called me one day and said that he wanted a nickname. He chose :"Zeke" I don't know why. I admired his talent playing his Goya guitar and his banjo. We didn't communicate a lot after High school. A few years before Zeke died I reconnected and was glad we could talk on the phone every few months. Steve shared with me a lot of his regrets. I reminded him that it is ok to look in the past - just don't stare! Miss you Zeke.
Harold (Skip) Chase
Steve was a friend of my youth. I remember similarly the words of Jack McDonald. Steve was his neighbor, but was also kind and good to others. I do remember his goodness to me. Thanks Steve for your goodness to me and that which you gave to me. Sincerely, Skip Chase