Kenneth Leroy SteffenJuly 18, 1922 ~ October 14, 2016 (age 94)
Helen Steffen passed away August 26th, at the age of 86. She was born the eighth and youngest child of Frederick and Ivis (Hartt) Goos, in Port Angeles, on July 12th, 1930. Broken-hearted, Ken Steffen, 94, passed away October 14th. He was born the second and youngest child of Charley and Elizabeth (Paulsen) Steffen, in Bear Grove Township, Iowa, on July 18th, 1922. They had two daughters, Kathy and Kolleen. Kathy Jo Larson lost her valiant battle with multiple myeloma, on January 23rd, 2015.
Loving and missing each of them are Kolleen Edmunds (Jeff), and grandchildren: Andy Larson (Jeanine), Jeremy Edmunds (Amy), Rick Larson (Alison), Jaime (Edmunds) Pringle (Joe), Jesse Edmunds (Anne Marie), and great grandchildren: Cole and Chase Pringle, Eva and Emmett Edmunds, and Wally and Waylon Larson.
As a US Marine in WWII, Dad was wounded in the battle of Iwo Jima. The emotional healing was lifelong. After the war he went back home to Iowa to work on the farm, then started laying brick. When he first traveled West, he worked in the mill in Oregon City, then moved to Port Angeles, where his uncle Bill was living, and whose wife had a pretty little sister named Helen. They fell in love and got married on January 24th, 1948. After working for others, he started his own business as a bricklayer. He was a loving, hard-working, and practical man, who loved laying brick and was still doing it part time into his eighties. The challenge and beauty of steelhead fishing was his favorite recreation, from being on the river, to making lures and smoking fish at home. As he aged, that changed to playing cribbage with his friend, Bob, and growing sweet onions and tomatoes.
Mom was a loving, hard-working and happy homemaker. She loved to cook, bake, sew, knit, and make our home a good place to be. She enjoyed listening to music, making meals for family and friends, and surprising us with handmade clothes, even Cowitchan sweaters. She always made sure Dad, Kathy, and I left for work, school, or fishing, with her love and some good food.
Being with Kathy and me, and our families, was their greatest pleasure. We were so loved. They were so loved.