Maureen Ware

Aunt Maureen was a lovely lady. Petite and perfectly groomed, with a big smile.

I remember once I was in Munich, at the Hofbrauhaus, and I looked across the room and thought "My goodness! From the back, that lady looks just like my Aunt Maureen. She even has the stiletto heels." And then she turned, and sure enough -- that's who it was! I never expected to see her there, but she was unmistakable, anywhere in the world.

You have all my sympathy, Steve.

Nancy

Mrs. Ware has a special place in my heart. Growing up in Shreveport Steve had alot of friends and I count myself lucky to have been one of them. Mrs. Ware always welcomed myself and the rest of Steve's friends to her home. Memories of my childhood and teenage years are full of the days and nights spent at the Ware house on Oneonta Street in Shreveport. Mrs. Ware never complained about the loud music, horseplay, amount of soft drinks and food we consumed, cannon balls into the swimming pool...

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.