I have not found a obituary for Steve, so I'm posting a few of my thoughts about one of my best friends and my brother.
Steve was my lifelong friend. We grew up together in Pleasant View. Steve’s mom and dad, Leon and Margaret were two of the finest people you could ever meet, as Leon was Leon B., or LB, we called him “Pounds”.
Steve and I were twin brothers from other mothers as we were the chubbiest of the PV war babies. We went to church, school and the park together. We played together, although Steve was a better jock than I (I could beat him in basketball, but nothing else). I used to walk to Steve’s house every school day morning, as I wanted to ride to Wahlquist on the bus LB drove. John Rhees’s dad drove the one I was supposed to ride on, but he drove the Weber High, taking the big kids, before going to Wahlquist and besides the longer ride, we often arrived near or after the first bell.
Steve taught me to drive a stick shift, although he didn’t know it. One day, he tossed me the keys to one of LB’s Ramblers and told me to follow him. After grinding the gears and lugging the clutch a few times, I figured it out and drove the Rambler with little or no permanent damage—I think. Later, Steve got his driver’s license six months before me and got his own car long before I did. So, for double dates, he was designated driver.
Steve went on to be a pretty good football player and I ended up more of a watcher. After we graduated from Weber, we rode together to Weber State and joined Excelsior. After Steve left for his mission, I went down another path. Steve and I only saw each other on rare occasions for many years, mostly reunions.
Steve moved to Oregon and I, to California, back to Utah, then Washington and after that, all over. Luckily, Facebook came along as well as the Weber High Class of ’62 website, so we started chatting and sending each other political and other jokes.
I saw him for the first time in years, at Margaret’s viewing and got to have a few tearful reminiscences. This was the first time I remember meeting Alice and she told me Steve passed all my jokes on to her---there were a few I hoped he hadn’t shown her.
We saw each other at the 55th reunion and again, a couple years after, we had lunch in Ogden. We had both lost our wives by then and cancer was slowing Steve down. He still kept that smile we all loved. Over his last few months, we spoke often until he finally told me he’d reluctantly have to miss the 60threunion, he'd really planned to attend.
I talked to him a couple more times after that and we cried together. I’ll miss Steve forever, as will many others.
I also want to thank Jean Buckley Hansen for the loving care she gave Steve for his last few years, and for keeping me apprised of Steve’s health. Jean is an angel.
Steve was a wonderful, thoughtful, caring man,and I am so lucky to have been able to share his last year on earth. He was so full of life right to the very end and is so missed! RIP Steve.
I met Steve at Walquist Junior High, we had several classes together and we became friends. We played some sports together in High School and then I lost track of Steve for a few years. Later in life I connected with Steve and Alice. We enjoyed some great fishing and fun times with friends at Lake Powell. We talked on the phone several times this year and although his health was failing fast, he had that same energetic personality. I will miss his smile and enthusiasm
Warren Johns
Steve Jones, January 22, 1944-October 18, 2022
I have not found a obituary for Steve, so I'm posting a few of my thoughts about one of my best friends and my brother.
Steve was my lifelong friend. We grew up together in Pleasant View. Steve’s mom and dad, Leon and Margaret were two of the finest people you could ever meet, as Leon was Leon B., or LB, we called him “Pounds”.
Steve and I were twin brothers from other mothers as we were the chubbiest of the PV war babies. We went to church, school and the park together. We played together, although Steve was a better jock than I (I could beat him in basketball, but nothing else). I used to walk to Steve’s house every school day morning, as I wanted to ride to Wahlquist on the bus LB drove. John Rhees’s dad drove the one I was supposed to ride on, but he drove the Weber High, taking the big kids, before going to Wahlquist and besides the longer ride, we often arrived near or after the first bell.
Steve taught me to drive a stick shift, although he didn’t know it. One day, he tossed me the keys to one of LB’s Ramblers and told me to follow him. After grinding the gears and lugging the clutch a few times, I figured it out and drove the Rambler with little or no permanent damage—I think. Later, Steve got his driver’s license six months before me and got his own car long before I did. So, for double dates, he was designated driver.
Steve went on to be a pretty good football player and I ended up more of a watcher. After we graduated from Weber, we rode together to Weber State and joined Excelsior. After Steve left for his mission, I went down another path. Steve and I only saw each other on rare occasions for many years, mostly reunions.
Steve moved to Oregon and I, to California, back to Utah, then Washington and after that, all over. Luckily, Facebook came along as well as the Weber High Class of ’62 website, so we started chatting and sending each other political and other jokes.
I saw him for the first time in years, at Margaret’s viewing and got to have a few tearful reminiscences. This was the first time I remember meeting Alice and she told me Steve passed all my jokes on to her---there were a few I hoped he hadn’t shown her.
We saw each other at the 55th reunion and again, a couple years after, we had lunch in Ogden. We had both lost our wives by then and cancer was slowing Steve down. He still kept that smile we all loved. Over his last few months, we spoke often until he finally told me he’d reluctantly have to miss the 60threunion, he'd really planned to attend.
I talked to him a couple more times after that and we cried together. I’ll miss Steve forever, as will many others.
I also want to thank Jean Buckley Hansen for the loving care she gave Steve for his last few years, and for keeping me apprised of Steve’s health. Jean is an angel.
Jean Buckley (Hansen)
Steve was a wonderful, thoughtful, caring man,and I am so lucky to have been able to share his last year on earth. He was so full of life right to the very end and is so missed! RIP Steve.
Dan Gibson
I met Steve at Walquist Junior High, we had several classes together and we became friends. We played some sports together in High School and then I lost track of Steve for a few years. Later in life I connected with Steve and Alice. We enjoyed some great fishing and fun times with friends at Lake Powell. We talked on the phone several times this year and although his health was failing fast, he had that same energetic personality. I will miss his smile and enthusiasm