Grandpa Steele
Boys And Girls
Aunt Patty McQuade And Family
Carl Schmidt - 'Surrogate' Father 2004, 2005 & 2006
Christmas 2010
Great Grandma Clara Krinski - Passed 1999
Grandma Martha Emily Steele - Passed 1998
Grandma Jane Karnaugh nee Krinski
Jaclyn Kate Schmidt - 2004, 05, 06 'Step-Sister'
The Head of the Family - Passed 1986
Nicholas Harrison Steele
Stacey Jaclyn Steele
Steele / Karnaugh Wedding Day
Steele Paternals
The Three Little Birds
Uncle Jonathon Richard Steele
Uncle Peter Karnaugh And Family

Last Picture of My Dad - Age 59

July 12th 1985 - Last Birthday for Milton Everett Steele, my Dad

Born July 12th 1926

Died 1986

I would be in Colorado at the time of his death.  You have no idea how much I, we, all missed him.  Mom fell apart as did our family.  My Mother was famous at saying and teaching while raising us that all '...little birds get kicked out of the nest and are no longer recognized by the parent birds when they're old enough to fly...'.  She lived this after Dad's death and demanded to be alone.

I often wondered if she even loved us.

 With Dad there was no doubt of his loving us but as a Deputy Fire Chief for the City of Berkeley and number two in that chain of command he often worked overtime and into the night saving other people's lives and homes, for night time is when fires usually occur.

Dad had two Bat phones or Hot Lines in the house.  One was in the dinning room and the other was in his bedroom.  During the 'Hippie' anit Viet Nam war peace demonstrations of the late 60's Dad was always out.  Although the riots were against the University of California they were pushed off the campus and into the city streets.  And during this time it was war in the streets.  Police and firemen and National Guardsmen against hippy sit ins or love ins.  Thousands of demonstrators from all over the country and majority non-students sitting in a campus or city office building and refusing to move.  They came to Berkeley because of the client and the beauty of the bay area.  They could sleep in the streets and get the most generous welfare in the country.

What a sad, sad mistake for they took advantage of all the native born Californians and took over all the City council seats rather than go back to their homes back east and fight there.

The demonstrations took there toll on Dad.  First he ruptured disks in his back bone while lifting something heavy, then he spent six months laying in his bed on his back.  He lived the final ten years of his life in constant pain.  Taking one medication after another until there were none left but  experimental drugs.  So he joined an experimental drug program with side effects of possible heart disease and tried to go through life this way.  He didn't last long.  And died of a massive heart attack at the front door of my childhood home while going out the door for something.  He was gone in minutes while my mother pumped his heart and breathed into his mouth.

Circa 1972 - Dad Off to City Council Meeting
Me off To Sea Scouts - Note I was Bosun of the St. Ambrose
Circa 1968 - Deputy Chief Steele
Number Two Man in the Depr. Not becomming No 1 really upset him
Captain Steele - Ruth Drive - Pleasan Hill
Once you become a Captain, you have to live in Berkeley. So we left Pleasant Hill.
Dad's Love - His Bonsai Garden
1555 Beverly Place, Berkeley CA

My Dad didn't provide for us (* figure of speech *), instead he provided the tools for us to live.  We worked for our parents and all of us had chores.  In general, women took care of the house and men took care of the outside.  From a very early age we mowed and watered the lawn and learned how to use the gardening tools and paint the house.  By 12 I was painting the entire house.  At 11 my brother and I dug a 3 foot deep ditch the length of the backyard and layed drainage pipe.  The basement of the house was a work shop where I learned wood working, worked on my bicycles, and built things like shelves and chairs and slot car models for Cub Scouts.  Or, we just tinkered around and played with my father's tools.  Here is where my brother and I built our plastic model airplanes and cars.  By 10 I had a dozen model airplanes hanging from string from the bedroom ceiling.  We also had gun powder caps for our toy guns.  Gun power caps were a roll of red tape with 1/4 inch holes in between 1/4 inch pillows of gun powder.  They fit like a spool into our toy cowboy guns and 'banged' when you pulled the trigger.  They also banged when you laid them across the cement floor of the work room and hit them with a hammer.  And really, really banged when you ignited the entire roll with a sledge hammer.

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