Steven "Buckshot" Kufrin

Jill,
I would like to express my sincerest regrets on the death of Steve. You did not know me. And, for that matter, I have not seen Steve in over forty years. We were stationed together in England and I always thought a lot of him. I have tried to follow his accomplishments all of these years, and there have been many. It was a priviledge to know him.

Steve and I shared a few years, some laughs, and a lot of joy, together as Big Brother/Little Brother.
Someone else mentioned his "Sweetness" and that is so true!
He always seemed to enjoy everything he did, and passed that on to those around him.
I was truly lucky to have him share his time with me!
Guess everyone in Heaven is gonna learn to fish!!
God Bless you Jill, Emily, & Becca.
You will be missed Buckshot!!
Lil' Bro Dave

Steve was a year ahead of me in high school. During his senior year (1959-1960) we both had after-school jobs (when we weren't in sports). We left school at 2, something kids with jobs were allowed to do if they had study hall last period. Steve gave me a ride with him, dropped me off at my job downtown, then drove to his at Compton's Mens Store. We both were readers of MAD magazine. :-) I hope this doesn't sound strange, but I remember Steve's "sweetness." He was so darn nice to me, the way all upperclassmen should be to underclassmen. I still remember both his parents with fondness. His dad was a great dad (he cared for my dog) & his mom a great mom. Lucky guy. Anyone who associated with Steve was lucky. One more thing: I loved his writing in the Benson paper. He wrote some memorable columns -- ones I clipped & saved in my "Benson archives."

To Jill, Emily, Becca and all the extended family --- God bless Steve and all of you during this time of grief and the journey that will celebrate everything Steve brought to your lives.

I will always remember the great times we shared in the Danvers Slough and fishing for Walleyes on Lake Minnewaska. Gods Speed Bucky

TO OUR DEAR FRIEND STEVE AND FAMILY. THE STORIES CHUCK TOLD MARTHA ABOUT YOU TWO IN BENSON ARE SOMETHING ELSE. YOU TWO PLEASE DO NOT GET INTO TROUBLE UP THERE. NOW CHUCK HAS YOU WITH HIM.

LOVE TO ALL FROM MARTHA GILBERTSON

Ducks, geese, pheasants and huns, Walleyes, perch and sunnies. Tomatoes and onion pie. Prairies and blue skies.
LLLOOOOVVVEE. These words all say Bucky to me.

Steve and I were room mates at RAF Chicksands in the early 60`s. We both were Morse Intercept Operators only Steve was much better at it than I. I will always remember, as young men, the adventures we shared there. God Bless Steve, God Bless his family

Steve and I were room mates at RAF Chicksands in the early 60`s. We both were Morse Intercept Operators, only Steve was much better at it than I. Our adventures as young men in England will always be in my memory.Steve you are missed very much.
God bless you, God bless your family