Cousins
I remember going to Arkansas to visit the Stricklands and Grandpa and Grandma. Steve would always catch tree frogs to throw on us to make us city girls scream.
One time about 20 of us cousins were in the rowboat on the pond when Steve started rocking it and swamped us...then started yelling that he could see snakes in the water. Oh the screaming! I think he loved doing things that would get all the girls screaming at one time!
One night the girls were all staying up at Grandpa's and the boys down at Uncle Sonnymans house. All of a sudden we girls heard a wild howling all around the house. Grandpa just grinned, stepped out on the porch and called to Grandma, "Grace, get my shotgun, I need to shoot whatever varmits are out here." The next morning we understood that some unexplained injuries happened in the night to Steve and other of our boy cousins.
Another time we were running around acting like kids when somehow Steve's big toe got caught up in a door as we were trying to close it and he and others were trying to open it. How he howled until we figured out what was wrong and opened the door to free Steve and his toe...we thought he was making it up so they could get in the room!
We city dwellers loved to go visit the Arkansas Stricklands! Swimming in White Lake, riding in the back of Grandpa's truck, ice cream shakes from that little place in town, picking blackberries, Strickland cousins just our ages. Steve wearing shorts, no shirt, no shoes, darkly tanned from being outside all summer. He was our leader because he knew all the fun things to do.
Steve was just a treasure of a cousin. At the family reunions I loved to sit down beside him and share memories. He would chuckle and grin. Steve was quiet...he didn't talk a lot..... but he was a man you felt you could depend on.
We will forever miss not having him in our world.