I’m very sorry for your loss Bohme family. When I think of my uncle Steve, my childhood memories automatically go to camping and Steve playing the guitar and singing “Mr. Bo Jangles.” He used to play the guitar and sing this song while our families sat around campfire. He may have missed his calling! ; )

My adult memories go to Steve supporting our family during really difficult times, and being strong for us when we couldn’t be, for which we are eternally grateful. Steve also amazed us with his woodworking skills. Such a talent.

I imagine Steve now up in the big sky, building campfires and singing and woodworking to his heart’s content. Rest in paradise uncle Steve

Sending our thoughts of comfort and our prayers during this time of loss. May happy memories give you peace and comfort during the days ahead. Our families were very close spending m any days down on th farm. Such adventures the boys would have gathering eggs and chasing the chickens. Days they would be hobos, packing a lunch and out to Uncle Gordon’s pasture to spend the afternoon chasing whatever. But always home at supper time to tell us the stories of the day. Good memories and good times. Sending our love and hugs to the family. Lorraine corsiatto & families