Steven Arthur Halse, born 1959 at Ft. Lewis, Pierce County, Washington.At Ft. Lewis with the rocking horse. After the plastic horse broke, Dad built a wooden replacement. Not nearly as comfortable, because it was square-edged!Learning to read at an early age. Probably at Ft. Lewis, but possibly France.While we lived in a small town near Orleans, France, from 1962 – 1964, Steve got to visit this scale model city (Madurodam, The Hague, Netherlands). He learned to speak French, but it was forgotten after we returned to the states.Me, Steve, and Little Brother somewhere in the eastern U.S. We lived in Virginia at this time and took many trips around the state and up the coast to New England. Christmas 1970 (or 1969) in Corvallis, Oregon. We all loved Hot Wheels. Steve loved race cars the most and was a life-long NASCAR fan. At our home in Guatemala City. We lived in Guatemala from 1974 to 1977. We all spoke passable Spanish by the time we left. Little Brother still speaks it quite fluently. Even Mom can still speak Spanish fairly well, despite her dementia. I think this is the only photo of Steve without his false front tooth. He lost the real one when we lived in Woodbridge, Virginia. Riding his bike down a steep hill, he turned onto our side street as he’d done many times before. This time a car was stopped there. Blammo!! Steve with his first set of drums, at our home in Guatemala. He was always in a band of one sort or another the rest of his life, but never realized his dream of rock-stardom. Little Brother and Steve garage-band jamming in 1980 in Fairborn, Ohio. Steve spent one year in college at Oregon State then moved back in with the family for a number of years. He also played guitar and here we see Steve at MHP (maximum hair potential). Steve and Kitty. Kitty was first my cat until I went away to college. Steve adored her and cared for her throughout her long life and buried her somewhere near Lake Erie in the Cleveland area. And here we see Steve at mHP (minimum hair potential). Steve married late in life (at 45) and had one child, his pride and joy. He was also stepfather to his wife’s son from an earlier marriage. They all miss him dearly.
Steven Arthur Halse (1959 – 2014)
Feature image: Steve was in a marching band for one season in the fall of 1973 at Cumberland Valley High School in or near Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania. He played cymbals.
Photo credits: Most of these were taken by Dad and are in my possession. Steve with drums and guitar are by me. The one with Kitty, I don’t know, but it is part of my collection (Mom?). The last photo is also by me.
This is a lovely photo essay of your brother. That is an adorable photo of him on the rocking horse! You can see the resemblance of his daughter to his baby pictures.
This was such a loving tribute to your brother, and so evocative of when we were young. I know how much you must miss him. I lost my little brother in 2017.
I think the EFHS band uniforms took the prize for ridiculous. The band mothers made capes to replace the old jackets. The capes were green with a white lining; the two corner were pinned in the back. According to one wag, from the back, the band looked like rows of Coke cups marching down the street.
This is a lovely photo essay of your brother. That is an adorable photo of him on the rocking horse! You can see the resemblance of his daughter to his baby pictures.
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Thank you, Heather. I had so many cute pictures of him, it was hard to choose, but that expression on the rocking horse🤗🤗
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A pleasure.
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I saw that resemblance as well.
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Daddy’s little girl!
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He was good looking even at mHP. I agree that his little daughter sure looks like his two younger pictures. A very dear post.
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Thank you, Joy. I’m sure he’d appreciate the compliment. And he was an amazing drummer.
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That’s really cool. Nice tribe Eilene. You rocked the 70,s 80s hair
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Thanks. I’ve got a middle-part picture somewhere and, of course, the Farrah wings.
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We were stylin’ I had long hair parted in the middle too.
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When we gonna see that pic?
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Haha. I look. I may have it in my phone here
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I can’t seem to find it, but when I do I’ll do a retro day or something. I need to delete some photos. 4300 on this thing
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This was such a loving tribute to your brother, and so evocative of when we were young. I know how much you must miss him. I lost my little brother in 2017.
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It was a shame we didn’t have more time together – we lived too far apart as adults.
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I know what you mean.
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A beautiful tribute to a life that was too short. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for visiting, Frank. Life is just too dang short, period.
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A great “photo journey” of life and a wonderful tribute. So many languages stands out as quite remarkable.
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His native tongue was music.
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He was a mathematician then?
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Could have been.
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Sounds probable!
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🙂
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🧐
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A lovely record of your brother. I’m sorry you lost him so early.
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It’s a real shame for his family. Thanks for reading.
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It certainly must be.
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This is a lovely tribute to your brother. Your photos are perfect time capsules. I’m sorry he is gone so soon.
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Thanks, Ally.
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This post brought tears to my eyes, Eilene.
What a wonderful gallery of memories you’ve gifted your readers.
Peace
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Thanks, Marc. I enjoyed sharing the memories.
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Wonderful photos and memories of your brother! Everyone had a better marching band uniform than me!
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😆 And I was thinking how ridiculous they all look.
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I think the EFHS band uniforms took the prize for ridiculous. The band mothers made capes to replace the old jackets. The capes were green with a white lining; the two corner were pinned in the back. According to one wag, from the back, the band looked like rows of Coke cups marching down the street.
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🤣🤣 I remember seeing capes one time. Oh my.
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What a great tribute to clearly a great guy. Love the band photo!
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Thanks, CJ!
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What a beautiful tribute to your brother. Thanks for sharing a little about him. Sorry he was lost to you too soon.
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Thank you, Julie.
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