Stevie was one of the siblings to who I was the closest growing up. I was closest to him because we kept more in touch with him than my other siblings. I didn’t really meet my other siblings until...
Stevie was one of the siblings to who I was the closest growing up. I was closest to him because we kept more in touch with him than my other siblings. I didn’t really meet my other siblings until I was an adult. I really don't know the reason, and I was a kid. I don’t know if I asked or not. When I think about it Stevie and I really weren't that close. I really don't know if he enjoyed coming to our house to visit or if he was forced to do so. I don't know why he came around when he did. He didn't call too often. I remember my Grandma asking him one time why he didn't call and maybe we chalked it up to him just being a boy or a young man and being a kid, he may have not thought of it. I lived in a town where there wasn't too much to do so maybe he didn't like that portion of visiting. But it seemed as though he enjoyed being with us when we would do crazy outdoor stuff like fishing, swimming in the swimming hole in the river, fighting the roosters, and helping my Grandpa do outdoor stuff like helping with wood, or mowing the lawn. We would have a great time in the woods, fishing in the river barefoot & swimming in the swimming hole in the river (which I would never do today!). For some reason even though I was not on the mind of my brother, I absolutely adored my older brother. When he was around I wanted to be around him. I always wanted to be by his side. I always wanted to touch him (not in a weird way) and I always wanted to show him off to my friends. Just like my Mom and how I always wanted to show her off even if she wasn't worthy of showing off to anyone. Steve was worthy of showing off.
All of the girls loved Stevie. He had dirty blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Yes, we have no similarities in the looks. I think he got the blue eyes from my Grandpa and the blonde is from his Dad's side. When I saw him as an adult I see his Dad. He looked just like Steve Pahlkotter.
The last time I have seen Stevie was in Phoenix, he moved to Phoenix to find our Mom after his Dad passed away from a car crash. I guess he wanted someone to be in contact with some form of parent. I don't think Stevie had the greatest relationship with his father, but I am not really sure and I do t want to speak for him because you never k ow they may have been super close. The father-son relationship was never spoken about. When he moved to Phoenix he made the move after he was supposed to be on an extended leave from the Merchant Marine position he held. It was a great job for him. It was alot of hard work from what I understand but he made lot of money due to the fact that they stay on the boats/ships for 6 months a year. I have heard that the single guys just make money because they don't have too many bills stateside and they don't get off the boat too often to spend that money.
When he went to visit with our Mom duing his leave, I almost can guarantee you that she manipulated him to stay in Phoenix, live with her and she spent his money on whatever she deterimined she was going to tell him he needed to buy her. I know she layed the guilt trip on him bad. Probably said any story she could think of to make him feel as if she wasn't guilty for anything that happened and the reason why she left him when he was a baby. The “whoa-is-me” was laid in thick. Even though the guilt factor was huge, I am almost sure the story about why she left was true, the way she told the story made the difference. I wish I could explain better her manipulation but I just can’t. You all probably know a person who manipulates.. twists words etc. but, multiply that by 10. This is how she manipulates. She is the queen of gas lighting.
Back to why I am writing about Stevie. I think about him so much because his heart was so filled with empathy for his Mom. He wanted (maybe still wants) her love.
The last time I saw Stevie around 2006, he was riding his old 10-speed bike in Phoenix to his job in Walmart in Glendale. Probably a good 15-20 mile distance in the Phoenix heat to work during the summer. He was now broke. My Mom most likely talked him out of all of the money he saved from the Merchant Marines and he was no longer working for them. He did not extend his contract. My Mom would go to Walmart to make a ruckus, have one of her “fits”. Not sure how long he lasted there with her going to his job to make a commotion. He couldn’t have a girl because my Mom would break them up.
Because I think of Stevie & the last thing I ever heard my Mom say; I pray Stevie is doing well.