Harry Steffens

Obituary
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  • "Missing you every day Pop! I keep thinking of things I..."
    - Becky Jenrow
  • "I will never forget the salsa and his sauted mushrooms......"
    - Karen Tedesco
  • "A beautiful tribute to a man who deeply loved- With deep..."
    - Cynthia De Luise
  • "My dad, we called him pop,was the best man I'll ever know...."
  • "Harry and his wife Libby were the best surrogate parents I..."
    - Leigh Felletter
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Harry Thomas Steffens December 21, 1917-December 15, 2012 Harry Thomas Steffens was born on December 21st, 1917 in Kansas City, Missouri, the only child of Thomas Kidwell Steffens and Goldie (Glass) Steffens. His father was a talented illustrator and his mother worked as a live-in housekeeper. His parents divorced when he was very young. It was not an easy childhood being raised by a single mother although his mother was very dedicated and resourceful. She paid for his birth by working in the hospital during the 1918 flu epidemic. In addition to his mother, he was raised by a couple who he came to know as Ma and Pa (Rutherford).Ma was seamstress and Pa was a Kansas City policeman. Harry graduated in 3 years from Paseo High School in 1936, while also attending business school at night. While he was kind of bookish, he was also known as quite a mischief maker in high school and took pride in making his classmates laugh. After graduation Harry took a job at a bank in Odessa, Mo., that was owned by his uncle. There he met our mother Elizabeth Duvall. They were married on July 19, 1941. Libby passed away in 2010 after 68 years of marriage. While on vacation Harry and Libby fell in love with Colorado. He took a job at the US Bank owned by the Bacon Family and moved to Grand Junction in 1951, and was a part of the business community for most of his life. He was a Vice President for 30 years, retiring in 1980. Some still remember him for approving their first home mortgage. He was a member of the Kiwanis Club, the Shriners and the Grand Junction Masonic Lodge #173 where he received his 60 year pin a few months ago. Our dad who we called 'Pop' (after Pop Andrews in the Archie comics) was a wonderful father and a gentleman. He brought home silver dollars so we could exchange our paper dollars, he taught us to ride the bikes he put together late into the night on Christmas Eve, he knew blue popsicles were a "cure" for sore throats. He took the whole family to Disneyland just a few years after it first opened, having discovered it on a business trip to California. He drove to Powderhorn at least a million times, and moved us to various cities and new apartments. He was what each of us needed at every important time in our lives. He taught us all to drive, helped us get our first jobs, and supported all of our dreams as best he could. He never missed an important event; from grade school concerts to graduations and weddings. He loved to garden, growing habanero peppers and beautiful tomatoes, and he loved the Broncos (even when they lost). He also had a kind heart for all animals, and with our mom took in many homeless cats and dogs as well as caring for any neighborhood animal he thought was being neglected. He fed the birds in the backyard to the point they were so plump they could barely fly. There were many wonderful caregivers, friends and neighbors over the years. Ken lovingly cared for him before he moved to La Villa Grande, and Dr. Madrid has been with us through everything. We could not have made this journey without the angels at Hospice; Dr. Roy, Ellen, Betsy, Darrell, Brad, Beth and others. Also, Nadine Villalobos, Connie Rohrig-Mcdowell, Fred Jones, Linda Meyer, Willie and Jimmy Mahannah, and Pat Blaney.Herb Bacon has been a special friend throughout our dad's life. The nursing staff at La Villa gently cared for him every day, and he always had a wink and a smile for them up until the very end. Harry is remembered by his children, Tom of Moses Lake WA, Ken of Grand Junction and Becky of Lake Forest, IL. Also, his grandchildren; Davis, Tom, Tyler, Peter, Kristen, Brad and Nick Steffens and Harry Jenrow. Also, Paul Jenrow, Karen Tedesco and Arrah Steffens. He was expecting his first great-granddaughter this month. "Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.' 'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?' 'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand, and once you are real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always." _ Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit_ Donations in Harry's memory can be made to Hospice and Palliative Care of Western Colorado, the Roice-Hurst Humane Society or Best Friends Animal Sanctuary. A memorial service will take place at a later date.
Published in The Daily Sentinel on Dec. 22, 2012