The Drummer

Week 31: #52 Ancestors – Brother
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Steven Arthur Halse, born 1959 at Ft. Lewis, Pierce County, Washington.
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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!
Steve Halse
Learning to read at an early age. Probably at Ft. Lewis, but possibly France.
Steven at Madurodam, The Hague, Netherlands
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.
My beautiful picture
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.
My beautiful picture
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.
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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!!
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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.
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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).
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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.
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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.

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      1. 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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