March 31, 2015, 2:49 pm
Steve and I met toward the end of our high-school senior year (1954)—jam sessions in Marion, Indiana, where Steve was playing alto sax and I was playing drums. He was my best friend at Indiana University, (1954-1958 for me and 1954-1957 for Steve, as he graduated in only three years).
While at IU Pete Seeger came to town for a concert, and influenced by a mutual friend, Mike Armstrong, we attended, even though it was not jazz and jazz was pretty much the only music we respected. That concert was probably what turned Steve on to folk music.
Between our second and third year he, George Torre, and I pilled into his old Ford? coop and headed to Greenwich Village for Jazz and the bohemian life, supported by his summer job in the cafeteria of Charles Pfizer Pharmaceuticals in Brooklyn and mine as a messenger boy on Wall Street (George joined the navy, instead).
Steve started college as a music major (clarinet and sax); but during our first year, he took an intro psych course with Jim Dinsmoor, using a text book by BF Skinner. As a result he switched majors to psych, and his enthusiasm and Dinsmoor’s behaviorism caused me to become a psych major a year later.
After getting his BA at Indiana he went to the University of Wisconsin and then followed his professor to Emory University where he got his PhD and met and married a very lovely, gracious young lady, Nancy.
From grad school, he went to Auburn University in Alabama and I went to Dennison University in Ohio. We developed the fantasy of starting our own behavior-analysis psych program in a liberal arts college somewhere, but instead he ended up at the University of Ontario and I at Western Michigan University.
August 2006, I drove through London, Ontario and spent a few wonderful days with Steve and Nancy; but during that trip I had a little accident and decided I probably should not take such road trips in the future. A year or so later I asked Steve if he’d like to visit me in Kalamazoo, MI (in the past he’d always drive through Lansing to pick up some gear at a large music store there); but he said life had gotten a little too complex for such a trip. So that was the last time I saw Steve and Nancy. Steve and I managed to stay in touch with an occasional phone call, or email, or FaceBook message, until that was no longer possible.
Steve was cool.
Donna Sue Kendall McCollough
April 1, 2015, 12:27 pm
I am a cousin to Steve and Karen's sister. I want to extend my deepest sympathy to Nancy, Sue and family and Matt and family. I know Steve loved music and he was always playing some kind of music when we would visit his parent's home. There was a room off the dining room that he would use for playing music either musical instruments or just records. I am so glad that he is at peace now as he has had a long tiresome struggle these past few years. I am also glad that he took time to come to our family reunions so we could get re-acquainted after many years of not seeing each other. It was great when you kids and your children came too. I hope you can now celebrate the great memories you have of growing up and seeing Steve enjoy your children.
Love and Prayers, Donna
April 2, 2015, 12:35 pm
I never had the honour of meeting Mr Kendall, but every time Sue spoke about him his character shone through. I know that he was interested and interesting, and built strong, loving relationships with his family and friends. He must have been a remarkable man to leave such an imprint on the world around him.