Thank you for your attendance and participation on Saturday night, September 14th.
The Celebration of Steve's Life was joyous with conversation, stories, eloquent speakers, displays indoors and outdoors, music, videos, food and drink. There are so many people to thank for this beautiful event. Many loving thank you's to you ...
The Museum of Glass became the perfect venue for celebrating Steve. John Ferguson made it all happen seamlessly. Gary, Cory and I knew immediately while visiting with John at the museum that this was the place. Steve, the extraordinary trade show producer, must have been giving us all a thumbs up.
Sue and Bob Harold with a great contribution from Batman created and published an outstanding little book -- Steve Ready An Anthology and Photographic Memories -- that was on display. A book of Steve's many short stories and photos that will be a treasure for us. If you go online to Blurb and search for Steve Ready, you can find and copy the contents of this book, I believe. Please contact Batman (Jim Sartorio) with any questions. His contact information is at the top of this blog page.
The following is a poem written and read by Harley Phillips. I thought you might enjoy reading it. Harley and Steve enjoyed cross country motorcycle rides together. This is a reflection from an experience on one of the rides.
"The Saga of the Southern Greens"
These greens are a legend
Rumored best in the South,
Folks come from all over
To let 'em melt in their mouth.
Steve HAD to try them
Would use any means,
Ride hundreds of miles to get to these greens.
Arrived ten minutes after close
What a story he told
Standing quite humble but speaking so bold.
Taking pity on us,
The lady was kind.
"You can eat in the kitchen
if you really don't mind.
We've got lots left over
So I'm glad you came by."
Then two huge plates of greens
Put a grin in Steve's eye.
Soon vinegar and spices
Filled the room with their smell
Steve's first bite was tricky
But he handled it well.
With fork in hand
And juice on his chin
He looked over at me
And his eyes grew thin.
Out came the greens
Followed by a wheeze.
Steve said it straight out,
"I CAN NOT eat these!!"
Steve, what will you do
With all of those greens
When the lady returns
To see if they fulfilled your dreams?
The deer in the headlights
Had nothing on Steve
He started hatching a plan
That would allow us to leave.
His new riding coat
Had pockets with a flap.
He stuffed them with greens
And spilled a few in his lap.
You can't eat that fast, Steve,
We haven't been here that long.
When she checks back on us,
She'll know something's wrong.
"Oh, Shit! You're right!
It looks like I'm screwed."
Then in went his hand
And out came the food.
Now his new plan worked well
For with each bite I took
His riding coat pocket
Took on a new look.
He was so proud
And yet he was meek.
Both plates were empty
And his pockets didn't leak.
He gave all kinds of thanks
And appreciation galore.
Then the nice lady owner
Escorted us out the door.
"I love your motocycles,"
She said with a coo.
"I've never ridden on one,
Though I"ve always wanted to."
You know what he did -
Steve just couldn't resist,
"Let us give you a ride,
Please, ma'am, I insist."
Oh, No! He remembered,
A rider holds onto your waist
Which had pocketful of greens!
His plan changed with haste.
"Harley's bike is more comfortable,"
He began a long lie,
"He'll be glad to take you.
I'll be glad to stand by."
What could I do?
My friend's in a bind!
I put down the pegs
And she crawled on behind.
I let out the clutch
And she waved Steve good-bye.
'twas then I saw the dumpster
Reflected in his eye.
When we rolled back in the lot
There ole Steve sat,
A smile on his face
And his pockets were flat.
That's the Southern Greens Saga
And if my memory serves me well
It took the coat seven weeks
To get rid of the smell.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Industry's gentle giant leaves lasting legacy
By Lynette Carpiet
August 15, 2013
Bicycle Retailer and Industry News
In this current, hard copy issue Steve has been "...singled out and honored" for his participation in an industry he and I both delighted in for many years. He worked hard, played hard and loved bicycle people and Interbike.
Thank you, Lynette, and Bicycle Retailer!
www.bicycleretailer.com
By Lynette Carpiet
August 15, 2013
Bicycle Retailer and Industry News
In this current, hard copy issue Steve has been "...singled out and honored" for his participation in an industry he and I both delighted in for many years. He worked hard, played hard and loved bicycle people and Interbike.
Thank you, Lynette, and Bicycle Retailer!
www.bicycleretailer.com
Saturday, August 3, 2013
The Alumni Office regrets to inform
you that your classmate Steve Ready '65
passed away on July 16, 2013 after a courageous battle with cancer. A Celebration of Life to honor Steve will be held at the Tacoma Museum of Glass on Saturday, September 14th from 6-9pm. Tacoma Museum of Glass 1801 Dock Street Tacoma, WA 98402  Click here to read Steve's Obituary. Please keep the Ready Family in your thoughts and prayers during this difficult time. For more information or to get in touch with the family please contact Kristen Schultz '98, Director of Alumni Relations, at 626.696.4362 or kschultz@lasallehs.org. Steve will also be remembered at La Salle's Annual Alumni Family Mass taking place on Saturday, September 14th at 5:00pm on campus. All are welcome to attend. |
La
Salle High School
3880 East Sierra Madre Boulevard
Pasadena, CA 91107
Celebration of Steve Ready’s Life
Saturday, September 14, 2013
6:00 - 9:00pm
Museum of Glass, Tacoma, WA
On Tuesday morning, July 16th Steve peacefully passed away at home. He’d had a joyful Monday evening with seven dear women friends. Being one of “us girls” was a great pleasure of his over the years.
A Blessing ceremony took place Saturday morning, July 20th at the Haven of Rest, Gig Harbor. The Deacon from Gig Harbor’s Catholic church offered the Blessing to Steve, his family and friends. A viewing took place for several hours that day. His mother Margherita, sister Paula, nephew JP, niece Torey and her fiancee Joey had flown up from Southern California. Our daughter Cory, granddaughter Carly, sister Terri and visiting friends attended as well. Steve was cremated on Monday, July 22nd.
You have known Steve and will remember him. Your acknowledgements and wonderful stories are filling the hole that was left in my heart. I thank you.
I would like you to know about this Celebration of Steve Ready’s Life and offer you this invitation to attend. campw.blogspot.com is another way to celebrate Steve’s life.
So let us celebrate this courageous, much-admired, delightful man and wish him all the
very best. Rest in Peace, Steve.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
6:00 - 9:00pm
Museum of Glass, Tacoma, WA
On Tuesday morning, July 16th Steve peacefully passed away at home. He’d had a joyful Monday evening with seven dear women friends. Being one of “us girls” was a great pleasure of his over the years.
A Blessing ceremony took place Saturday morning, July 20th at the Haven of Rest, Gig Harbor. The Deacon from Gig Harbor’s Catholic church offered the Blessing to Steve, his family and friends. A viewing took place for several hours that day. His mother Margherita, sister Paula, nephew JP, niece Torey and her fiancee Joey had flown up from Southern California. Our daughter Cory, granddaughter Carly, sister Terri and visiting friends attended as well. Steve was cremated on Monday, July 22nd.
You have known Steve and will remember him. Your acknowledgements and wonderful stories are filling the hole that was left in my heart. I thank you.
I would like you to know about this Celebration of Steve Ready’s Life and offer you this invitation to attend. campw.blogspot.com is another way to celebrate Steve’s life.
So let us celebrate this courageous, much-admired, delightful man and wish him all the
very best. Rest in Peace, Steve.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
On the evening of Monday, July 15th our home was filled with friends and
family -- Steve, Cory, Catherine, Bonnie, Candace, Cat, Nicola and myself. Steve was surrounded with women who loved him dearly. Those afternoons or evenings spent with our female friends were times he became one of "us girls."
He rested and dozed in bed listening to gentle, easy conversation and sweet laughter. When Steve became hungry and wanted to stretch his legs, he chose to get out of bed and sit on the upstairs bedroom love seat. Candace brought in a delicious meal from a local Asian restaurant, and Steve ate a warm and bountiful meal. Nicola even retrieved seconds for Steve at his request. This was more food than he'd eaten in days.
I asked Steve before going to sleep on Monday night, if he wished for me to wake him or let him sleep the next morning. He told me to "let him sleep."
After preparing a breakfast of oatmeal and berries for our guests on Tuesday morning, I decided to ask Steve if he'd like a bowl of oatmeal. When I got upstairs I could not awaken him. Steve was quietly and gently leaving us; his fierce, pain-free and dedicated fight was over. Rest in peace, BB.
family -- Steve, Cory, Catherine, Bonnie, Candace, Cat, Nicola and myself. Steve was surrounded with women who loved him dearly. Those afternoons or evenings spent with our female friends were times he became one of "us girls."
He rested and dozed in bed listening to gentle, easy conversation and sweet laughter. When Steve became hungry and wanted to stretch his legs, he chose to get out of bed and sit on the upstairs bedroom love seat. Candace brought in a delicious meal from a local Asian restaurant, and Steve ate a warm and bountiful meal. Nicola even retrieved seconds for Steve at his request. This was more food than he'd eaten in days.
I asked Steve before going to sleep on Monday night, if he wished for me to wake him or let him sleep the next morning. He told me to "let him sleep."
After preparing a breakfast of oatmeal and berries for our guests on Tuesday morning, I decided to ask Steve if he'd like a bowl of oatmeal. When I got upstairs I could not awaken him. Steve was quietly and gently leaving us; his fierce, pain-free and dedicated fight was over. Rest in peace, BB.
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