Comments on: L.V. Steinhoff, My Dad

By: Vikki Holt Courvoisier

Vikki Holt Courvoisier — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 14:49:06 +0000

I had the privilege of meeting your father on a couple of occasions, and what always struck me was he liked to smile. He seemed to really enjoy life. I don’t think I’ve ever heard an unkind word about him in all of these years. For that matter, I haven’t heard an unkind word about you, Ken, either. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, or I’m getting really hard of hearing…

L.V. left quite a legacy. My father, Grant, died in 1982 at the age of 62. I don’t think they make that model of men anymore in this day and age.

Thanks for for sharing your memories.

By: Karen McClendon

Karen McClendon — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 16:34:29 +0000

Hi Ken, I remember the day my father passed away. I was 13 and my brother was 6. My brother and I were in Pensacola, Fla, spending the summer with my grandparents. My dad was such an important part of our lives. He worked for the Frisco Railroad. He was 37. My father had a massive heart attack. I have a lot of great memories. Father’s Day is very special to me.

Thanks for all the pictures and the walks down memory lane.

By: Sharon Wieser Searls

Sharon Wieser Searls — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:25:10 +0000

Hi Ken, Your words about your dad, do bring back memories, of our dad(Red Wieser). He too was strong and had qualities we all admire. Thanks for the pics and news about “home”.

By: Preston "Pep" Foster

Preston "Pep" Foster — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 19:03:58 +0000

Grandfather Harris Foster was committed to the principle: “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” L.V. would be proud of you: father to son. The world still needs “dads” and Eagle Scouts.
Thank you for the reminders.
Pep

By: fred williams

fred williams — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 03:26:25 +0000

Mr. Ken – Your early childhood photos with your dad pulled my memory backwards toward many pictures of my father and I with tools and equipment in the Industrial Arts building on the Southeast campus. He labored there as a professor for 35 years. I was very young, but he took the time to instruct me in safety and responsibility, as your dad did with you. When I think of 1977 it is of a Thanksgiving Day heart attack. My CPR worked, but only delayed his death for a few short days. He was a quiet and reserved man who would have been appalled to know his death was reported on the front page of the Southeast Missourian. He simply would have wanted to be remembered as a good father and teacher. I think of him often and miss his instruction greatly, especially when I see early photos of fathers and sons together. Thank you very much for showing your family pictures and for writing such a good story. Fred Williams CHS class of 1967

By: Ken Steinhoff

Ken Steinhoff — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 23:32:13 +0000

Thanks for your kind words.

I think it IS possible to go home again in Cape. I’ve lived in other places where I didn’t have that feeling, but there’s something comfortable about here.

I told someone years ago that I need to get back here at least once a year to cruise past familiar haunts and recharge my spiritual batteries.

Other than family, I don’t touch base with many (any) people, but I do enjoy seeing places that have meaning to me.

One of the interesting things I’ve discovered in doing this blog is that readers respond more to photos of places than people. I would have thought it would be the exact opposite.

By: Judith Bader Jones

Judith Bader Jones — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 15:27:54 +0000

Ken,
We have never met. I was in the class of 1954, but your photographs bridge the gap. Your father would have been touched to see how you honored him with your comments and your photos. No, we can’t go home again, but your photographic essays take us back in small ways. Thank you for this fine site.
Judith Bader Jones

By: Ken Steinhoff

Ken Steinhoff — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 01:05:36 +0000

Thanks, Jane.

We talk often about how lucky we are to have family that actually gets along.

Of course, Mother points out that it helps that we don’t live next door to each other. Being a time zone apart from each other makes us close enough to keep in touch, but far enough apart that we don’t get on each others’ nerves.

By: Ken Steinhoff

Ken Steinhoff — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 01:02:31 +0000

Keith,

Fred Robinson, Dutch, Doc Craig and Sylvester were almost like family. They were among the ones that Dad could always count on.

I loved to stop by your Uncle Fred’s on the way to and from Dutchtown to talk with him and watch him feed his catfish. He was a great resource for Mother after Dad died.

Mother and I never pass Fred’s house without making some kind of comment about him.

Mother was wondering where you were these days.

By: Jane McKeown Neumeyer

Jane McKeown Neumeyer — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 00:20:42 +0000

Ken, thank you for sharing your memories of your father. It says a lot about him, but an equal amount about the kind of man that you have become. Jane