Steven was born in Elk City, OK, to Joe Wayne and Reta Jo (Goodwin) Webb on October 27, 1952. Growing up, Steven’s family moved frequently. They finally moved to Houston for Steven’s senior year, where he graduated from Spring Woods High School. It was here that Steven put down roots and became involved in the Spring Branch community. It was also here where he met, and on August 9th, 1973, married Trina Jean Cummings. They loved and laughed for 42 years, and she survives him still. He is also survived by his son Douglas Webb and wife Manasi, son Russell Webb and wife Glenda, and daughters Melanie and Brandi Webb. Also surviving Steven are his two young grandsons, Everett and August Webb.
A memorial service will be held with the family at 2:00PM on Wednesday, December 30th, at Waltrip Funeral Home, 1415 Campbell Rd, Houston, TX, 77055.
In lieu of flowers, Trina asks that donations be made to the American Chronic Pain Association on Steven Webb's behalf: https://theacpa.org/donation-form
Memories of Steve
By Trina Webb
Steve loved the outdoors. Born in Oklahoma of farming families, his first taste of freedom was being let loose in town when his grandparents went on weekends for supplies. All the shop owners knew Stevie and his little brother Richie. Little sis Joanie came along later and didn’t get in on the fun.
He’d regale me with stories of roaming the countryside when dropped at the grandparents’ for the summer. They’d roam far and wide, with pocket knives and matches (!), once ending up on the Clinton Sherman AF base runway only to be escorted off by MPs. We later found out our neighbor Lupe was on that base for a while and wouldn’t it be funny if…?!
My favorite was of the boys playing at the cotton gin while their grandad worked inside. They saw smoke coming from a bale and ran lickity-split to tell grandad and all the men came running! They threw that bale on a trailer, high-tailed it to the field, tore the bale apart, and scooped the fire from inside it with their bare hands to save it!
Steve could weave a story! He kept me enthralled at the dinner table, long after we were done eating.
Steve and I met while working at Eagle grocery store in the 70’s. I “trained” him the first day on the register. (I let him struggle, while I chatted gaily with customers or friends.) We dated about 4 or 5 months, then hurried up and got married (we eloped) – not for reasons most people thought. I liked Steve and he made me laugh, so why not? Steve told our daughter Brandi years later, he wanted to hurry because he was afraid I would wise up!
We had such great adventures for 8 years, until the kids started coming. Like the summer of the bread truck: We bought an old bread truck that only had a driver’s seat, and drove it to Ohio to visit my family. We made it almost all the way back on $4 and a Gulf card. I rode on an Igloo cooler, and in Arkansas, we cut the engine and rode in exhilarating silence down the long grades with “mountains” and forests flying by all around us. It was magical! Then we busted a cam and left it in Fairfield – back to reality…
We had 4 great kids in rapid succession. Steve took naturally to “baby duty” as he was usually home more than me, recovering from some ridiculous car wreck, or injury at work. The boys called their dad “Dear”, the girls called him “Daddy.” (By the time the girls came along, I wasn’t calling Steve “Dear” much anymore.) It was hard, but fun. The boys had baseball, scouts, and then football in high school. The girls had choir and band concerts, and theater arts. We rarely missed a function. Cherished memories include the boys in the field or in the dugout in little league hollering “Dear! Dear! What’s the score?!” Or sitting around the dinner table, Melanie (about 5 years old) looking at her dad, and then saying “You’re not really fat Daddy – people just think you are!” And Brandi (3 ½) looking over and busting out “PAW!”
So the years began to fly by. Steve finally finished college in ’94, after a couple false starts in the 70’s, and got a computer science degree. But to little or no avail – he worked at “Success Technology” (misnomer!) and never got paid – it was strictly commission and EVERY bid fell through! Then he became office manager of the phone book deliveries and travelled all around the state. (Ask me about the 3000 yellow book fort that someone was living in!) When he had a horrific wreck with a big rig stretched across the highway in dense fog in Plainview, TX (ironic, right?), we figure that was really the beginning of the end for Steve. Up to that point, he’d helped the boys get their Eagle Scout badges, seen all the kids get into and graduate from the colleges of their choice: Austin College in Sherman, Texas State in San Marcos, Trinity in San Antonio, and UNT in Denton – Ah! To stay in Texas and still be far from home!
And when Ike nearly destroyed our house and threw us together into a little 300 sq. ft. motel room for 8 months while the house was repaired (Thank God the kids were grown and gone when that happened). We fell in love all over again. It was reminiscent of our first one bedroom apartment when we got married. Thanks Ike!
So, 42 years and two wonderful grandbaby boys later (they were the light of Steve’s life and the reason he held on as long as he did), we say goodbye to a wonderful man, who told his kids he was an “excellent bad example” that they could learn from. We love you, Dear!
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