Yes, Steve was always mischievous. When I was in high school, his mother Gwen and my mother, granny Vi were trying on clothes in the bedroom. All of a sudden Dick, the oldest of the boys, came running in yelling, Steve was trying to throw Jeff, the youngest, in the fireplace. It was always Steve, when he was a toddler, that plugged up the toilet. His DAD, my brother, had to take the toilet off to take out whatever Steve tried to flush. This happened many times.
Steve and Rod visited us in London and we had a great time. 20 years after Steve was in the Peace core, my daughter joined the peace core and was also sent to Sierra Leone, where Steve was ( what a coincidence).
Steve always had his little smile, as he thought up a new idea that turned into a prank. One year, when Erik was about 7, my daughter and I took him and my granddaughter to the San Diego zoo. Erik was much like Steve. He wanted cotton candy so badly. Of course, the kids were not allowed to have it. Erik got his fathers smile and told us, If you don't let me have some, I will never again be able to try it. Of course we got him some, but swore him to secrecy. Thinking of Steve and all the times I baby sat him.
Cheryl Armbruster, Steve's aunt
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