At first glance Steve was a bit scary, once I got to know him, I realized he was just a Big Teddy Bear.
I met Steve and Kasey over 10 years ago when I bought box turtles from them.  We've been friends ever since.  90% of what I know about turtles I learned from them.  Thanks to books, internet, and personal observation we learned some things together.  Steve loved his turtles.
He was kind, generous, funny, and always willing to lend a helping hand.
Whenever I came to visit, after a bit he would excuse himself so Kasey and I could have girl talk time.  It was never "girl talk", it was always about turtles.  Then he would come back to check on us and see if we needed anything to eat or drink.  The perfect host.
He loved to tease Kasey about being on the phone with me.  He would say things like, "you still on the phone!" but you could always hear the slight chuckle in his voice for he knew my husband was saying the same thing to me on the other end.  Our conversations were usually quite long.  I won't admit to how long though.
When ever I brought fruit and or vegetables from my neighbors and my own garden to share, Steve would never let me leave without giving me something he caught, shot or made.  I especially liked his jerky.
He came to see my turtle enclosure and I told him I was worried about winter flooding.  Immediately he came up with how and where to prevent it by installing a french drain.  Also he offered to install it if I purchased the supplies.  It didn't seem right to ask that of him.
I can't tell you the details, but I needed help with an opossum issue and Steve graciously came to my rescue.
Being married 39 years myself, I understand the saying "you sound like an old married couple".  Steve and Kasey at 40 years were definitely an old married couple.  They would bicker from time to time but you would always see a little twinkle in their eyes that said "I Love You" to each other.  They were always fun to be around.
Steve you are loved and missed by all..

My dad,
Memories flood in: Sitting on his lap, not an individual time, but all the multitudes rush through my mind and heart. Feeling safe, warm and loved.
Fishing was one of his favorite pastimes, yet I found it tediously boring. I chose to entertain myself by using my imagination and exploring the jungle, meeting adventurers and traveling to far away lands or planets. As soon as I heard the tell tale sounds of a fish on the line I'd run to Dad's side, eager to gut and scale every fish he caught. 
Out of all the wonderful memories I have in my store of life events one disciplinary account stands out as my dad's most loving act. I had climbed out my window to meet a girlfriend at some 20 year old boys house just down the street. When my dad realized I was out of bed (thanks Dean) he went to the street and I heard him yelling for me. I ran home and he whipped my butt all the way up the driveway (my friend heard from down the street). As a preteen, I had no idea the danger I placed myself in. Dad did and responded in the most loving way possible. 
Discipline is love in action. I'm glad he showed me how truly precious I am.


I only knew Steve briefly over the past several years, but I really thought he was great.  I always appreciated Steve’s awesome beef jerky and chatting with him about turtles and fishing.  He was an all around good guy who was great at helping anyone who needed it.  I am sad he’s passed and will miss him.  My sincere condolences to his loved ones.  I know a death in the family can cause animosity to rear it’s ugly head sometimes, but I pray Steve’s loved ones all find solace in continuing to love and care for one another.  



As a child I remember my big brother with his pigs. He raised pigs to show in 4-H. He was a fierce protector of the new babies, making sure no harm came to them. I miss him every day.
Rest in peace.

I think my favorite memory will always be fishing. I spent many of my childhood years camping learning how to fish and life lessons from my grandpa. He taught me how to gut a fish , scale a fish, and make jerky. He was tough on the outside but had many emotions he kept to himself. His hugs smelled of tobacco his beard scratchy always warm. Its stupid to think that now I cry at the sight of smoked salmon and jerky. I love my Grandpa even though we had our differences he helped me in so many ways.

Camping, hard work, sense of humor and my strong family traits are all from my dad. 

While going through pictures I came across this one of Dad that Alayna took when he brought us to the see the ladybug migration.  We had such a great day hiking down to the area where the ladybugs were and seeing such an amazing site, so many ladybugs.  I remember being impressed that Dad could handle the climb back up the long steep hill.  I'm soooo very happy that Alayna, Dave and I had the chance to finally go see the ladybugs with Dad.

Hello KC, Denise, Nicki, Stephanie, and Clifton.  I am truly sorry to hear about your dads passing.  My heart is aching right now.  My brothers and I always called him Uncle Steve, but he was actually Lee’s cousin.  Uncle Steve was such a huge part of our family growing up.  We spent so much time with him fishing, and camping.  I still use his beef jerky recipe.  Steve was a gentle person, and I often noticed this when he was with you, his kids.  He was such a nice dad, and good person.  I know he cared a lot about my family.  I have so many memories of Steve, and I will cherish them.   Please have peace.   Toni (Marie)

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Steven Dean Bolander

1 febrero, 1948 – 10 septiembre, 2019

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