Today we celebrate not only Steve’s birthday, but also the man he is—the friend, the craftsman, the storyteller, and an integral member of our Friday coffee gatherings.
Steve, you’ve been the inspiration behind two of the stories posted to this blog. In The Sled and the Woodworker, you are the woodworker—patient, steady, meticulous, crafting with both hands and heart. And in The Timekeeper’s Song, the story you asked me to write in memory of your father, you lent your voice, your ideas, and your love. Two weeks ago, when you proudly showed the coffee gang your father’s old Bulova wristwatch—stilled at the very hour he passed—it spoke to us all of memory, time, and love. It was clear how deeply it means to you, as a symbol of your father’s presence and of your place in the circle of time.
Your friends offered their thoughts about you, and their words say it best:
So today, Steve, we raise our coffee cups (and maybe a cookie or two) to you: a good man, a true friend, and a reminder that time is not measured only by clocks and watches, but by the love we share and the lives we touch.
Happy Birthday.
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“The true craftsman leaves a piece of himself in all that he builds.” ~Unknown
~Wylddane
Steve, you’ve been the inspiration behind two of the stories posted to this blog. In The Sled and the Woodworker, you are the woodworker—patient, steady, meticulous, crafting with both hands and heart. And in The Timekeeper’s Song, the story you asked me to write in memory of your father, you lent your voice, your ideas, and your love. Two weeks ago, when you proudly showed the coffee gang your father’s old Bulova wristwatch—stilled at the very hour he passed—it spoke to us all of memory, time, and love. It was clear how deeply it means to you, as a symbol of your father’s presence and of your place in the circle of time.
Your friends offered their thoughts about you, and their words say it best:
- You transformed your grandparents’ decades-old cabin into an expansive lake home—built with your own hands, plank by plank, nail by nail. That home now stands not only as a place of beauty but as a testament to your devotion, ingenuity, and love for Judy.
- You take what is worn and tarnished, what looks beyond saving, and with your woodworking skill you restore it into something extraordinary. This, too, reflects who you are—you see potential where others see loss.
- You’ve lent your talents as a builder and helper to so many of us, refusing payment except in the form of a humble bag of homemade oatmeal raisin cookies.
- The man who loves music from the 50s and 60s.
- The one who delights in watching old movies with Judy.
- The one who treasures antiques, especially those tied to the memory of your grandparents.
So today, Steve, we raise our coffee cups (and maybe a cookie or two) to you: a good man, a true friend, and a reminder that time is not measured only by clocks and watches, but by the love we share and the lives we touch.
Happy Birthday.
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“The true craftsman leaves a piece of himself in all that he builds.” ~Unknown
~Wylddane
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