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I am still saddened by the loss of Steve -- even though my connection with him was really in the 70s and 80s. He was a terrific person, and I just hope the family is doing as well as can be expected. The world got a bit smaller and a lot sadder with his passing. Its hard to believe its been over a year. My thoughts are with the family even though we never met.

Jim Huning
Washington, DC

I too, amongst how many more I wonder, was thinking of Steve, his family and friends last week.

I live in the hills of Scotland, not far from John Muir's birthplace, but I love Yosemite. I have such happy memories of YA work week dinners. Thank you, Steve, for welcoming me as you did and condolences always that you left just too soon.

It is raining in Oakhurst today... as it was a year ago. The first good rain of the fall.

I am missing Steve today, Oct 5. I am trying to be thankful more than sad, for knowing him and for all the blessings in my life. From losing one friend, I try to cherish my family and friends even more than before.

We are thinking of Jane, the boys and the extended Medley family today .

Love,

Bill, Sadhna, Tara and Ravi Neill

It has been a year since your passing. We all miss you so very much. We are holding one another ever so tightly today as we remember you. You will forever be remembered as a great husband, father, son, brother, uncle and friend. Yosemite has been preserved and cared for in such a special way because of your unselfish contribution. Your legacy will not be forgotten. I love you and so does your entire family. Your sis, Robin

Happy Birthday Steve-or. I think of you everyday. Love, Your "Favorite" Niece... megan

Today would have been your 58th birthday and I took some extra time on your special day, to reflect on what a good man you were. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. You are missed so very much. I take great pride in your accomplishments and hold on tightly to the special memories and love we, your family, shared with you throughout the years. Our lifes will be forever changed with you gone, but we keep you always in our thoughts and hearts. Until we meet again. Your Sis

He was great.

Edited by author 03-31-2007 12:46 PM
I cried when I saw why Steve's cartoon face didn't appear in the Fall/Winter YA newsletter. I cried when I read the beautiful moving eloquent tribute you sent with the last YA newsletter. Now I can tell you some of my remembrances of this really nice, funny man. I remember what an extremely dry witty occasion he made of most every event YA sponsored that my husband and I attended. His introduction to Phil Frank at the YA meeting at Tuolumne Meadows years ago, the first time I remember Phil attending a YA meeting, and back when we could get an auctioned drawing of Velma's RV for about $50, Steve's intro was so hilarious we laughed all evening thinking about it. At the First Writer's Winter Conference a few years ago, an absolutely stunnng event that Steve and Beth planned perfectly, I asked Steve for his autograph on my copy of his Yosemite National Park guide. He joked that he wasn't a featured writer there and shouldn't be giving autographs, but of course he did so gracefully and with a wink that he mustn't get too puffed up about this. I remember him honoring my favorite Yosemite ranger, Carl Sharsmith, he of the dripping nose and boundless knowledge of all things Yosemite, with dignity and gravity and, yes, unsuppressed humor. I am so grateful for the comments his family and colleagues and friends have made about him. When I read about some of Steve's hobbies and favorite things, I saw that he and I shared many weird traits, and I bet that every single person who read about him thought the exact same thing. I can only imagine the devastation his loved ones feel at such an abrupt, untimely unwelcome tragedy. I admire Beth Pratt for her working so hard to preserve the association in the face of such monumental grief. YA people make me proud to be a lifetime member. Steve was an everyman and an honorable custodian of the most beautful place on earth. My husband Kim and I will see his face in every rock, his voice in every wind, his humor in every sun and his death in every snowpack in our beloved Yosemite. We will rejoice in his life and honor his soul, the heart of Yosemite.

I met Steve in law school at UC Davis. He was one of the few bright spots in my law school experience. Such a sunny, funny man! I fondly remember babysitting Charlie when he was brand new -- Steve insisted I was not allowed to call any son of his, "sweetie." He also introduced me to birdwatching and Magpie beer. We visited Steve and Jane in Oregon, but after I moved back to Kansas, we gradually lost touch (although I do remember a few of those Christmas letters!).

The news of Steve's death arrived via a Google search. I was looking to reconnect because my oldest daughter and her boyfriend will be spending some time in Yosemite over their winter break. I knew that Steve would be the ideal person to contact -- he would make their visit extra memorable. It's so sad that she won't get the chance to experience his humor and knowledge.

All our love to Jane and the boys,
Kathy Hill & Barry Bunch

Edited by author 11-22-2006 02:26 PM
It has been 49 days since Steve's passing I still can’t imagine life without him. There has not been a day that I have not thought of Steve and laughed or cried. I first met Steve when I was 9 years old. His oldest son Charlie and I grew up together and became best friends. Steve was a father to me and I loved and cared about him like a son would. I never told Steve how much I loved and respected him over the years but he knows it now. Every time I step inside the Medley home I think of Steve sitting in his brown leather chair, legs sprawled out, doing the crossword puzzle, and greeting me with a loud, “Tribler!” call. While growing up Steve was always the serious father figure of a best friend, only because I was not smart enough to understand he was joking with me half the time. Over the years Steve became more like a friend. I had the opportunity to spend 23 days with he and Charlie on our trip to Australia I will always cherish that trip. Steve and I would always discuss that trip with great humor and nostalgia. This past summer my wife, Tammy and I spent every Sunday afternoon poolside at the Medley's. Let me tell you Steve not only knew good beer, but I found out several times that Steve also knew margaritas. Summer Sunday's usually resulted in Tammy and I spending a lot more time than we had first planned on at the Medley's because we could not walk, let alone drive home. The Medley boys are more than just best friends, I love them like brothers. I would do anything for them. Jane was always happy to feed and welcome the groups of friends (and there were and are many) into their home. I am not a good writer, especially when tears are running down my cheeks. To Jane, Charlie, Joe, and Andy, know that Tammy and I are just a phone call away and perhaps a 200-yard walk in the near future. Steve I love you and will forever look forward to seeing your smiling face shaking your mayonnaise jar full of margaritas for me. See you then.

Matt & Tammy

I visited Yosemite for the first time in March. Steve went out of his way to give our small group from John Muir’s Birthplace, Dunbar, Scotland a very warm welcome to the YA Spring meeting. Our thoughts are with everyone at this time.

The Driftwood Bird

When I found it on the beach, I stuck it in the buggy with the baby, later
pushed them both home in the thin February sun. The cocker spaniel ran
along beside us, making an occasional wild dash toward the sea gulls
scavenging in the sand. When the baby learned to walk, we had to get rid of the dog, because it bit him on the face. Later we had to let the baby go, too, because first he entered college, then grew up and left home for good.
I still have the driftwood bird, have moved it from home to home for over
fifty years. It sits on a shelf, its wooden Pinocchio beak sticking out
into the living room. I suspect most of my visitors wonder why I keep this ancient souvenir, treat it as a guest of honor. To me it is a symbol, as the dried camellia corsage from her junior prom is to a romantic girl. When I look at the bird, it’s 1950 again, and we are living on the Oregon coast,
high above the Pacific Ocean. I kiss my husband goodbye in the morning as he leaves to teach at the high school in Tillamook. Later I shape the towel into big rabbit ears, as I dry the baby’s head after his bath. I sing to him from The Fireside Book of Folk Songs before his nap. His face lets me know his favorite is the one about Dublin’s fair city, so we have that one every day. In the afternoon, if the weather’s in a good mood, we go down to the beach where we found the bird. Later, when my husband comes home, he lifts the baby to his shoulders and gallops him around the house, or, if the baby is teething and fussy, sings “Beer, Beer for Old Willamette U” to help him fall asleep. Watching them, I’m convinced life at that moment is beautiful, as beautiful as it gets. Today, looking at the driftwood bird, I know that I was right.

I've just returned home from my journey to Yosemite to attend Steve's memorial. And what a glorious day in Wawona and a tribute that so beautifully honored and celebrated the short but very full life of Steve. I feel compelled to add some words to the many others whose lives have been touched by Steve.

From the very beginning of moving and launching myself into freelance design Steve was my first client who, not even knowing me, gave me such a wonderful opportunity. (This was due in large part to Robin Weiss, who, as a designer and extremely generous friend recommended me to Steve.) Steve was impossible to refuse, but I never wanted to. The beauty of non-profit work for national parks is that it does have a far nobler reward. Steve was always so appreciative and let you know how much a job well done and on time meant. His humor never ceased to elevate my day immeasurably whenever he called. I'll miss those conversations.

He was a giant in his field to me. He has given so many different designers, illustrators, photographers, cartographers and writers such rich and original projects. He was a mentor in many ways and I admired his vast knowledge and talent. He gave those of us with lesser known name recognition great opportunity and I'll always be grateful and proud to call YA a client.

I'll miss Steve always and try and always remember how far humor can take you!

Sandy Bell, Springdale, Utah

I was unable to attend the Memorial Service for Steve on Saturday, and my heart longs for the comfort of being with the people I have grown to consider my Yosemite family, and to offer my loving embraces back to them.

Not long after I met Steve my 15-year-old son, Ian, died in a freak motorcycle accident. In my memories of that ocean of grief Steve's genuine concern and compassion for me were one of few meaningful lifelines. We were new acquaintances brought together by business. Family and long-time friends were less able to reach me than Steve. I never told him how important those brief exchanges were -- simple acts of kindness that included a kind glance, well-chosen words, and soothing tone of voice -- as I sleepwalked through those days, months, years. I send my love and heartfelt sympathy to Jane, their sons, and the YA staff.

Although we could not be at the memorial service for Steve, the staff of APPL would like to publicly express our deepest sympathy to the Medley family and the staff of the Yosemite Association. Steve's unique viewpoints and sense of humor will be missed tremendously at any APPL gathering. He always provided a fresh perspective and often an irreverant outlook on the issues faced by public land partner organizations. Attending an event where Steve would be present, trading e-mails on APPL issues, and any interaction with Steve made the work feel like play. We'll miss you, Steve. We'll toast your memory and share some laughs for you in Sacramento this March.

Donna Asbury, Amy Matthews, Nancy Kotz, & Krista Muddle

Edited by author 11-06-2006 02:06 AM
Here are my remarks from the Steven P. Medley Memorial:

I’m Ron Rosen. I’m a law school buddy of Steve’s from U.C. Davis. I live in South Pasadena near LA. First, I want to thank the people of Oakhurst for making me feel at home here. You have a Vons, a Longs Drugs, a True Value Hardware, a Blockbuster Video, a McDonalds, a Carl’s Junior, a Jack In The Box, a Del Taco and two Starbucks. If I don’t look up at the mountains or breathe too deeply, I can think I’m still in LA. So thank you for that.

Steve Medley will always be one of my favorite people ever. I often thought about him and I often told people stories about him. One of my favorite things about Steve was his annual Winter Letter, which sometimes came in the spring. I saved them and here are a few selections:

From the winter of 1990, arrived in spring 1991:

“Before we get into the juicy person-by-person narratives, here are some ‘teaser’ highlights of the year: Joey broke his finger in a soccer game; the skunk moved back into our garage for a month or two; somebody backed into our basketball hoop’s pole and really bent it; Steve brewed his first batch of Magpie Ale in years; and acorn woodpeckers have placed in excess of 65,000 acorns under the shingles at the edge of our roof. Can’t wait to read more, huh?”

From the winter of 1991, arrived in spring 1992:

“We thought our friends would be envious when we told them about our spring schedule this year. You see, all three of the Bozo Brothers are playing Little League baseball (the first time that’s happened.) The other night, we got out the calendar and wrote in all the dates and times. Exclusive of practices and exhibition games, we get to attend 43 (count ‘em, 43) Little League games this season (assuming nobody qualifies for the playoffs.) Don’t bother dropping by on April 28 – it’s a triple header! Three games in three different towns. Or how about the week that features five games in five nights? If you were wondering how we get our jollies, need we say more?”

From 1998:

“Jane (she’s the short one) had a dream realized this summer when we installed a swimming pool in the back yard. At once, Oakhurst was transformed from an insufferable, overheated hell-hole, to an insufferable, overheated hell-hole with a pool.”

From Herb Caen, August 5, 1980. Steve was known to Herb as the Prince of Gilroy:

“Several whimsical visitors wish to know if GGNRA is a social disease. Right. Amusing, but the initials, to be found at several of our choicest tourist sites, stand for the Golden Gate National Recreation Area, of course. Or do they? [Now remember, this is 1980.] One of my favorite correspondents, who signs himself the Prince of Gilroy, thinks GGNRA means, “Good God, Not Reagan Again!”

Steve, I’ll never forget you, buddy.

An article about the Memorial appears at http://www.fresnobee.com/263/story/11337.html

Ron Rosen
ronsopas@earthlink.net

Steve meant a great deal to me, as a long time friend, a neighbor and as a mentor. As I am sure it was for the many others who were privileged to work with Steve on a book project, Steve gave me the indelible gift of fulfilling a dream, and of creative collaboration. I came to him with an idea to publish a coffee table book of my Yosemite photographs, and he (and the board) said yes! Along with the words by Tim Palmer, Yosemite: The Promise of Wildness was published.

His dedication to bringing my concept to life was thorough, and his great skills as an editor were very apparent and greatly appreciated. We even flew to Hong Kong together to be on press for the book to ensure it's highest quality. (And of course, he had a friend there we met up with!) His legacy of YA publications is unparalleled. His gifts and dedication enabled his authors to share their love for Yosemite and selflessly reflected his own passion for the park. Thank you so very much, Steve.

One last story. While on the long flight to Hong Kong, I heard many stories about Charlie, Joey and Andy. His pride burned brightly as he spoke of them, and their successes as students, athletes and people was apparent. So, not having children of my own yet, I had to ask him what was his and Jane’s “secret.” He answered simply, “giving them self-esteem.” I have come to know Steve’s sons a little bit since then, and I have admired their dignity and ease with people, including with me and my family. This impression has been greatly reenforced since Steve left us, when seeing them at their home and at yesterday’s memorial. Clearly and obviously, Jane’s and Steve’s greatest legacy is their sons.

Charlie, Joey and Andy, may you grow stronger through this tremendous adversity, and in knowing life can be short, live your lives fully. Through your pain, keep your dad alive in your hearts and minds by holding fast to all your own memories, and the many stories you’ve heard, between each other. The unspoken memory can be the first to fade. Lastly, follow your dreams. Your dad will be with you every step of the way.

Steve, may you Walk in Beauty always,

Bill Neill
wneill@sti.net

Yesterday, a beautiful Memorial was held for Steve Medley. There were many eloquent words spoken, much laughter and the tears flowed as those close to Steve shared stories. None were more poignant than his mother’s poem.

Here is the text spoken by my daughter Tara at the Memorial yesterday. The Medley home is but half a mile away from ours, and our children had come to know Steve from all too infrequent visits to each other’s homes. Of course, Steve teased them often and although they were sometimes puzzled by his quirky comments, they loved the silliness and loved seeing him.

TARA'S SPEECH:

“My name is Tara Neill. I am nine years old.

Mr. Medley was such a clown. One day when he and Mrs. Medley were at our house, he said he wanted to live with us. “But we have only 3 bedrooms,” I said, "and they are taken!!”

So he went inside our coat closet, he couldn’t fit of course. Next he ran into my mom’s kitchen pantry.

“Oh, no!” I said, “No one goes in my mom’s pantry - that's a NO-NO!”

“So where can I live?” asked Mr. Medley.

In our hearts, I say to him now, ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS.”


P.S. I am hoping that other speakers at the memorial, if willing and the words were written out, will post their words here too.

Bill Neill
wneill@sti.net

Although I was unable to physically attend Steve's memorial this afternoon, I spent some of that time reading through the personal comments of friends and family, which, for me, was a personal memorial. I knew Steve at Library School at the University of Oregon in the early 70's. Like all, he is remembered with laughter for the good times to be had when he was around. If a teacher ever asked for an example to use in explaining something, "Gilroy was there"! Anyone who had never heard of "Gilroy" before, certainly knew about it then. He, and another classmate, were responsible for forming "The Dewey Decimaters", a group of mid-late twenty-somethings to play basketball in the U of O's intramural league. Unfortunately, for them, their competition was quite a bit younger and locker room talk had it that the DD's got WORN OUT while the competiton was still warming up! The following year, he had split his time at school, he continued this tradition but also added football to the talents of the DD's. Naturally an "awards banquet, complete with trophies" followed the demise of each session. I was very lucky to have had dinner with Jane and Steve on Sept. 30. I'd only seen them once since school and now I am so grateful for the feeling that I "had" to visit Yosemite on this trip.

In a couple of hours a herd of people will be gathering in Wawona to swap stories and hugs and celebrate Steven P. Medley. I am a long ways off from that gathering and really feel the distance today.

Reading all the posts here shrinks that gap, eases my anxiety and helps conjure up many memories of a supremely witty, warm friend whose gentle wisdom and easy manner made him such a joy to know and a delight to work with.

Hugs to friends and family. What a great guy. How lucky we all are to have shared his space in this world.

As I prepare to drive to the Park tomorrow to join with countless others to celebrate your life and mourn your loss, I am filled with many years of memories of the sparkle in your eye, and the lovely way you wove humor into our many encounters. You have touched the lives of so many, and we will miss you and cherish the memory of your spirit. Thank you for all you have done, and for your love of Yosemite, and of life.

Edited by author 11-03-2006 09:55 AM
The ranger that you referred to Patty and Louis was Clyde Booth. I know this because last night I found a letter from Smed that I received in July 1980 where he told me what he was up to in his unique style, "Well [return to law school] is only 4 weeks away - in the meantime I'll be pretending to be Clyde Booth, a 1915 ranger in one of the old log cabins in the history center."

I'm leaving for Oakhurst in a few hours. If any of you guys from Brown are at the Memorial, please track me down and say hello or email me at ronsopas@earthlink.net. That goes for everyone whose posted here.

I'm looking forward to meeting many of you who knew and loved Steve and have more humorous stories to share. This man had such an impact on me, it's really incredible, and from the looks of things he had the same impact on countless others. A true gem of a human being.

Been trying to write something for days with no success. Steve was a good and kind-hearted man and we are so glad our paths crossed. We value his friendship and our memories-every one of them full of his humor.

Our sincere condolences to his family and to the Yosemite community. The world dimmed with the loss of Steve.

I'll never forget meeting Smedley my first day at Brown back in 1967. He had a room down the hall from Rupert and me in the freshmen dorm. He had arrived to face the daunting New England winter with a wardrobe that consisted of two pairs of jeans (one full of holes) and about 20 T shirts. I thought "Now here is an interesting guy." And I was right. Steve did eventually purchase a winter coat, a big puffy thing that made him look sort of like the Michelin man, but he always had a big warm smile on whenever I saw him sporting that thing. I remember when he came back from an early April trip to the Salvation Army thrift shop with a clerical collar, which he proceeded to wear while skateboarding down the precipitous incline of College Hill. He was filmed by thhe local TV news looking for "Signs of Spring," and he gave a fascinating interview about the philosophy behind the Reverend Steve Medley's Skateboard Church of Life. I remember my girlfriend giving him what must have been his first haircut in 4 years back in the spring of 1971 just before he hitchiked back to California to get a job as a ranger at Yosemite. I remember all those great Christmas letters that made me feel like I really knew Jane and the boys. I just saw him and Jane and two of his boys this past spring when I finally made it to Yosemite. It was a wonderful visit with an interesting guy who had remained a good friend for decades. it isn't right that he is not still with us.

It was the summer of '70. The memory of Woodstock had congealed into the bummer of Altamont. I was going into my senior year at Brown, with the draft and Vietnam hanging over my head. I decided to hitchhike out to California from New York. I stuck a hundred bucks in tens in my sock and got out on the Wantaugh Parkway about sunset with a sign that read: "California". I was counting on it taking about two weeks.
Four days later, again about dusk, I rolled into San Francisco. I was panicked: I didn't know anyone in the whole State except Steve, down in Gilroy. Luckily my last ride was from Brown grads who let me crash on their floor in Battery Park. The next morning I got out on the highway again and headed to Gilroy. A ex-Marine picked me up and gave me a ride and we fought all the way down, arguing about Nixon, the war, etc. I thought 'this is California?' Where the hell are all the hippies?
In Gilroy, I called Steve from a gas station and he drove out to get me. Man was I glad to see him! I was pissed at him for bailing from Brown to go back to the West coast, never could understand it. We spent a couple of days, swimming at the reservoir, watching a little league ball game, and watching his friend sing wretchedly at a local club.
I remember Steve played a Linda Rondstadt song over and over "For a long, long, time." A Brown girl, Bonnie Good (no lie) had broken his heart and that was his healing song. Maybe that's why he bailed from Brown.
After a couple of days, Steve left me out on the highway again, and I hitched up to Berkley to have the other half of my California adventure. Berekley during the end of the sixties, that's another story, I can't tell. I didn't know then I would never see Steve again. I'm pissed at myself for not looking him up again after all these years. Thought I had the time. Guess I didn't. Good luck up there, Steve. We'll have a game of combat freesbie when next we meet.

We were extremely saddened by Steven’s death, and our hearts go out to Jane and the boys. He was a good friend, and one of the most outstanding individuals we have ever known. He was charming, witty and competent in so many areas, and was a man of high integrity.

We first met Steve in the ‘70’s when he was the librarian at the Yosemite Museum and have fond memories of him over these 30 some odd years. We remember the summer of 1980 when he employed his acting talents and played the part of an early days Ranger at Wawona, and we followed his career as he went on to Law School at U.C. Davis, and then practiced law. We were delighted when he was chosen President of the Yosemite Association, and then with his achievements in that role.

We will miss him, and he will remain in our thoughts for a long time.

Steve Medley was all that his friends and admirers say. Almost 20 years ago I figured out that he was a person of immense caring for Yosemite, and of great skill in dealing with the complexities involved. He never lost sight of the idea of service, in the form of preserving and protecting a unique and wonderful place.
He helped me discover how to understand the many constituencies of those who love the park, and to deal with them more effectively. Even when he might be irritated, he looked for productive solutions.
He helped a small group of us put together an anniversary history of the park, steered us to the right people and places to collect information, and was encouraging about ideas and projects regarding the unique history.
He quietly helped ease a difficult situation with a ranger friend on the outs with the administration, and always gave good and reasonable advice on contentious issues.
I am sure that when someone makes up a list of great contributors to the preservation of Yosemite, Steve's name will be near the top of that list.

My condolences to his family and friends, and my eternal thanks for all that he did to protect Yosemite for me, my children, grandchildren, and those to come.
Sanders (& Pat)
Camp Connell, CA

Steve was such an inspiration to me. His wit, charm, intelligence, generosity and openness to me were rare and endearing qualities. Fortunate was I to have been among those who walked and talked and rode with him on planet Earth. May Jane and all who loved him find consolation.

Edited by author 10-31-2006 11:59 AM
While I only had the pleasure of speaking with Steve a couple times via telephone, I feel like I have lost a brother. As a YA member I followed Steve's work with great admiration and respect. He was able to do what I was not able to do. Like a big brother he protected my interests and stood up for me when it came to the Park I love. His work will not pine away but rather, continue to grow like a giant redwood.

As a long-time member of the Yosemite Historical Club, I am safe in saying we (as an organization) are ALL devistated by this loss. We know what dedication Steve had and truly appreciate the seriousness of the loss to Yosemite. It is our hope that the five people it will take to fill his shoes can be found and that they can do 50 percent of what he was able to do with his many talents.

Farewell brother.

There are a few people one meets during life’s journey who make a powerful, positive and lasting impression. Steve Medley was one of those. Our hearts go out to Jane and her boys, the Association and its employees and to all Association members who share in the untimely loss of this rare and gifted person.

I was introduced to Steve some sixteen plus years ago by Bob Binnewies who thought we should get to know each other. Eventually I became a YA Board member where I had the privilege of working with this wonderful and charming man for nine years.

Steve was one of those generous people who was endowed with so many gifts and boundless energy. He enjoyed challenges and was never afraid to try new things. He had an acute business acumen , was politically savvy and had an artistic and literary talent. He was able to mix them all up when needed to move the Association’s goals forward. Those who had the privilege to work for and with him knew there were many difficult forks in the trail. Steve ‘O (I called him Steve ‘O), however, shouldered his pack well and always negotiated rugged and unfamiliar terrain with determination and purpose. He knew what he had to do and how to get there.

I knew Steve not only as an associate but a trail buddy and mountaineering friend who would share his private thoughts with me. He was witty, humorous, of great intellect, enthusiastic, yet gentle and unassuming. He was passionate about life and what he was doing, about his family and Yosemite. He was inspiring to all he knew.

Steve had a special name for me as a result of my fondness for taking him up some of Yosemite’s steep gullies - “Couliour”. That name is more special now.

Steve will be tremendously missed but we will all move ahead knowing Steve will be with us wherever we are. Weren’t we the lucky ones to have known him ! He is indeed one of Yosemite’s great guardians.

Goodbye, my friend. You made Yosemite and the world a more beautiful place. Other trails and mountains are now waiting for you.

Good Journey,

“Couliour” (Koolwar)

Bob and Nancy Eckart

Dear Steve,
We still cannot believe that you have gone. Our relationship with you and the Yosemite Association was born out of the Range of Light Campaign that you nurtured through the 1980’s, and it was your dedication to Yosemite that inspired so many to create the legacy of preserving, protecting and enhancing the visitor experience in Yosemite for future generations. Thank you for all you have done to keep Yosemite in our hearts and minds. You brought great joy to our work through your wisdom, insight, dedication, partnership, sense of humor and true commitment to preserving and protecting the crown jewel Yosemite. We will miss your wily smile and dry wit. A momentous pronouncement from you in the middle of a marketing discussion seems appropos…”A million times anything is a lot.” We will miss you a million times over. From everyone at The Yosemite Fund, we send our warmest appreciation to you and encouragement to all who carry on the good work you started.

Edited by author 10-24-2006 12:00 AM
Steve, I will think of you as I clammer around on Tuolumne's summits or walk in the Mariposa Grove of big trees. Our infrequent emails and phone calls span a couple of decades and I cherish each one of them. Your entusiasm, your love of the natural world, and your readiness to help and guide others are qualities that I can only hope to emulate in my life. Smile down on us.

My heart goes out to his wife and kids during he painful months ahead.
I remember Steve as the park librarian since Dave and I spent a lot of time there while Dave was researching old records and bird notes for BIRDS OF YOSEMITE and the East Slope.
Another reminder that cars are lethal weapons that come in different colors.

To Steve's family, I am so sorry to hear this news, he will be missed dearly by the public that knew him, and folks that have heard of him, and followed his work.

Sincerely, Jackie Marshall
Bishop, Ca

Thank you for your two emails. I live in the UK and have only been to Yosemite on two occasions (both of them the best times of my life)....I receive your newsletters and it really saddened me to hear about the death of Steven Medley at such a young age and in such tragic circumstances.

Obviously I will be unable to be in Yosemite for the Memorial Service but Steven will be in my thoughts and prayers on that day.

God Bless,
Lorienne

May he be always remembered as he was, a great human being. To his family and friends and to the Association, my deepest sympathy.

Edited by author 10-20-2006 07:47 PM
When someone very important passes, there is a shift in the universe. Somehow, everything is different. Nothing is ever the same again. Stephen P. Medley was that important.
We met in 1991 at my first YA volunteer work trip in Yosemite Valley. Steve made the volunteers feel very important. He told us the work we were doing made a difference to the present and future of Yosemite. He made us feel special. He was such a true lover of Yosemite.
Later, when I came to live in El Portal and work at the Ahwahnee, I had the pleasure of seeing Steve from time to time. Although we didn't know each other well, he always greeted me as though we were old friends. He never failed to make my day.
I wish I had known him better and weep as this is written, feeling the overwhelming loss anew. He was a bright light that will never go out. My heart is with his family of which he spoke of with great pride and love.
Steve, you will always be us. Your accomplishments have made the world better in a million ways. I have visited the place where you left us and will never pass that way again without seeing your happy face and feeling your presence. Thank you for sharing your life with us.

I am so, so sad and still find it hard to believe that Steve is really gone. I have so very many wonderful memories from our friendship of the past 20 years, including all of our board bonding backpacking trips with our spouses and young children along. Climbing peaks, hiking, fish rescues, singing around the campfires (Steve knew all the words to all the songs), pinecone baseball with the kids, swimming in icy lakes, uproarious laughter. Steve was such a funny, smart, witty guy, and my heart breaks for his wonderful family. Steve lived life with joy and love. We will miss him terribly and remember him forever, and his spirit will live on in our Yosemite community.

When I think of Yosemite it is oftentimes difficult for me to differentiate the place from the people that over the years I've come to know as friends. The line becomes either blurred or simply erased. Smed is one of those people where the line is clearly erased. From my earliest Yosemite encounters from the mid 70's, he was a knowledgeable and a gifted presence who helped to shape my vision and sharpen my understanding of a special place that would become my spiritual home. His knowledge and playful demeanor are part of my Yosemite and the joy of living. Friends enjoying sweet times together -- and if that happens in a place like Yosemite then you're even luckier. Thanks Smed for sharing all of life's little gifts!
Namaste,
Felix and Cynde

Exactly a year ago, I went to Yosemite for the first time, ever. Just a few weeks earlier, I'd gotten a phone call, out of the blue, from a gentleman who introduced himself as Steve Medley. He asked me if I was interested in illustrating a children's book, the manuscript of which he had in front of him. He told me more; he sent me the manuscript and samples of other books YA had published. I fell in love with Michael Ross's gentle story of Baby Bear, and knew I wanted to illustrate it. Then Steve said that I needed to come out to Yosemite, the setting of the book. And so, I went. And it was the most wonderful start to a fantastic book project and a new friendship. I stayed with Jane and Steve at their home for several nights, and was awed by how easy and fun they both were to be with, and how generous and outgoing they were. We talked about all kinds of things, besides Yosemite, found that we had lots in common, and I knew in my heart that I had gained some wonderful new friends. I did the small bit of wandering through Yosemite that one can do in shy of a week, but I sketched and photographed and soaked Yosemite into my soul. And then I returned to North Carolina, and started working on the art for Baby Bear Isn't Hungry. Back and forth, by email, by phone, by letter, I worked with Steve and Michael on the book. It was a wonderful experience, and I looked forward to spending time with Steve and Jane again sometime, possibly with my husband in tow the next time.

I only knew Steve for one year - just one year - but I feel like I have lost a very, very special friend. He gave me so much, in such a short time. Thanks, Steve....

It has been nearly two weeks now since I opened the YA email announcing that Steve was gone. I couldn't even read it all the way through for some many hours.

I got my first "YA" membership card (then the "Yosemite Natural History Association") the year before Steve came on board. I have attended nearly every YA Spring Forum and YA Members meeting, with only a few misses, in all these years.

The YA was/is something so special to me, and always will be, but Steve was such a huge part of this.

I have so loved reading every post on this site, since that day, and so thank YA for putting it quickly up, so that we had a place to share our memories, our joys, our unexpected pain...

I've read so many great posts, I tremble at the thought of stating mine in the face of so many tributes, but here goes....

The other night, the following poem just poured out. At best, it is a poor attempt at expressing my thoughts on Steve's passing. At worst - it is cheesy enough poetry that he might have enjoyed.

At it's face value, it is my open grieving for someone who was so incredibly wonderful....and who the rocks and the falls of Yosemite will never forget.

***************
Without You

I still cannot breathe.
I still cannot breathe.
I’ll never drive up the canyon again without my heart breaking.

I still cannot breathe.
I still cannot breathe.
I still cannot breathe – you are gone.

Yet the rocks will still glow
And the streams will flow
And the falls will ebb and recede without you.

And the sun will rise
And the moon will set
Without you.

Without you.

I cannot breathe.
I still cannot breathe.
I can’t imagine a world without you.

I try to draw breathe
I try to breathe in
I’ll never for one minute forget you.

Yet the rocks will still glow
And the streams will still flow
And the falls will ebb and reside.

And the sun will still rise
And the moon will still set
As we grieve as a community
Without you.

I first visited this message board about a week ago, but I had to stop after reading four testimonies—- the tears were flowing so heavily that I was just about broke into sobs. Reading the range of hilarious, knee-slapping Steve debacles to the amazingly eloquent tributes to his energy, his leadership, and his out and out raunchiness was just too much to take in (and at work at that- ahem). Like so many others, I have dozens of great Smedley stories and memories, many adventures gone awry, but others just of his generosity and general fun-poking attitude towards the world.

My very last memory of Steve was at this past YA meeting in Wawona. At a members reception, Steve ambled up and asked me and my boyfriend if we knew what was trellising the porches of the hotel- why they're hops, of course, he replied with a sly grin. I should have known that Steve would know how to identify the right floral landscape, ferment it, and get a high.

It’s been over a week since Steve Medley’s death and my mind and heart can barely accept it. Steve was a friend of 32 years, but more than that he was a constant. He was my boss at Yosemite Association for 21 years and the editor of many of my books. It is rare to know a fellow spirit so full of humor and with such a rich appetite for laughter. Steve was silly and I was often silly with him. We made fun of each other and sometimes we annoyed each other. Over the years our respect for each other grew. He was a proud father and so am I. We shared stories as our sons grew up. His poor sons labored away stuffing countless flashlights and whistles into plastic packets for my Happy Camper Handbook. It earned them spending money, but it became a monotonous task that I’m sure they try to forget.

When Steve first arrived as Henry Berrey’s replacement in 1985 my sadness at Henry’s departure was softened by my excitement at the opportunity to work with Steve. It was not an easy transition though from friend to employee and I had to adjust. Steve’s first book project was Faces in All Kinds of Places, which was almost completed when he arrived. I worked with Steve on several other books after that and eventually found myself working with many new publishers and editors. Steve was wonderful to work with on our last book, Baby Bear Isn’t Hungry. We had a lot of laughs, but his insights were astute and I was very happy with the process.

It was difficult to depart on a conference and school tour two days after his death, but I feel like he has been with me. Every time kids chuckle at the idiotic riddles in the Happy Camper Handbook or grandparents or little tykes fall in love with baby bear, I think of Steve.

Life is too short, especially to know a place like Yosemite. Steve’s life was rich and he lived it well as a wonderful father, husband, and a friend to many, especially Yosemite Park. He lived a life rich with jokes and laughter. I miss him dearly.

I am so sorry to hear of this loss! Victor K.

I had written number 63 on the message board to express my grief and what I witnessed on the day of Steve's accident.
Due to having the officals call me and saying that two different people called them upset with what I had written-a phone call was made to Andrew (Steve's son) and it was my choice to have my posting removed.
No one should think that this was odd or that something more is meant by the removal.
My posting was not intended to upset anyone!
J, H, R, C, J, A, M and all...........thank you for your warm welcome!
My love and good thoughts are with you all and see you quite soon!

I only knew Steve from YA meetings from the last few years. I am a people watcher, and he was fun to watch. I especially enjoyed watching him "work a crowd". He was really good at - and will be missed by us all -

Edited by author 10-14-2006 02:21 AM
I wish everyone would include their email addresses so that I can write to some of you, especially those who've posted funny things! NACHOS, sapranos, playing hookey at conventions, and sneaking beer into the Wine & Cheese! What a guy! My email is ronsopas@earthlink.net

During the early part of the first year of law school we were in Torts class, and we had a case in which someone received a "compound fracture." Now probably a lot of us knew what a "compound fracture" was, but we were smart enough to keep our mouths shut. But Steve either decided to raise his hand or he just got called on, and he dutifully, in his low-key manner, explained what a "compound fracture" was. From then on he was known among his circle of friends as Doc Smedley or simply, The Doc.

I recall also that, notwithstanding the stresses of law school, or perhaps because of them, Steve began to play Sousaphone in the Davis Community Band. He kept telling me about it and finally I dragged out my trumpet after 15 years of silence, and joined up. In hindsight, I don't know where I got the time, but it was fun.

When it came time for our annual law school talent show, the Cordozo-rama, I thought it would be fun to put together a wacky brass quartet that would play things like Louie, Louie. I asked Smed if and his Sousaphone would join up, but he told me that he could not play Sousaphone by ear and would not join up. I've often thought about the fact that Steve told me he could not play music by ear, because it was probably one of the few things he could not do.

I know this will sound goofy, but news of Steve's death hit me hard, in much the way that the sudden death of John Denver hit me back in the 90's (it still makes me sad today, ten or so years later). JD's voice and music will forever mean Colorado to me, and Steve Medley (or Smedley - a name he bore with great humor) will ever be entwined in my many memories of Yosemite. His love for the park and the people who care for it was always evident. He was a heck of a funny person - another writer mentioned his delighfully inappropriate humor (which always cracked me up) - and yet he was so very kind. He teased my husband and I about moving away to Colorado before we started going back to California to work on YA projects. But every year, when we renewed our membership, or gave extra money, Steve always sent us a personal note of thanks...remembering who we are! It amazed me, considering how many people that man must have come in contact with in his role with YA.

I grew up camping and backpacking Yosemite. My husband and I were married on Glacier Point. Even with Colorado our physical home, Yosemite is our spiritual home. Steve Medley: may your kind spirit wander these "haunts of ancient peace". Yosemite is a place like no other, and you were a man like no other. Go with God, my friend.

Steve was my boss when I worked as a seasonal ranger at YNP in the
> early 70's. He was a good person to work for, very easy going. I know
> that he will be greatly missed.
> Our prayers go out to his family and friends.
> Sue Johnson Holland

Steve Medley is the personification of "Yosemite" and the very reason I have been involved with YA for the past several years; he was the nicest person I have ever met..... Not only was he likable for his engaging personality but his witty sense of humor was infectious. You just couldn't help but like him; he made me feel like I was his very best friend even though we only saw each other a few times a year. I was so sad to hear of his death and I can only imagine that his family and his close friends and co-workers must be devastated. He will be sorely missed....but I feel fortunate to have known this wonderful man.

Just a note for all: When the adept Henry Berrey announced his intention to retire, the search was on for his successor. Five finalists were interviewed by the Y.A. Board. All of them were outstanding. When the first vote was taken after a very long day of interviews, Board member Skip McGlaughlin said, "Medley, who else!?" Yes, Medley, who else? The vote was unanimous.

We can't possibly add anything more signficant to all of these wonderful, heartfelt, comments. As we read them all they confirm what we already knew, that we were lucky to be counted as friends of Steve, Jane, Charlie, Joe, and Andy. Now along with all these countless others there is a void in our lives and a huge ache in our hearts. We've known Steve and Jane for several years as our three kids and theirs went through Yosemite High school together. Only in the last couple of years have we had a closer friendship, dinners and fun. We would have planned more fun, hikes, birding trips, etc. I even had secretly thought we might someday plan a foreign trip together. All this cut so terribly short. I know we will continue to do these things with Jane and the boys. We will remember Steve forever. Our Love, Chris and Dave Hartesveldt

One of my earliest and fondest memories of Steve was during my first year on the YA Board. We were at the YA Spring Forum, attending the wine and cheese reception. In the preceding few months, Steve and I had had several discussions about our mutual love of good beer. Unfortunately, there was no beer being served at the reception, in accordance with the "wine and cheese" theme. When I walked in, Steve came over to me and surreptitiously pulled out a six pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale from behind his back. For the rest of the reception, we secretly shared the beer like a couple of high school kids smuggling booze into a party! I will miss my beer buddy Steve for so many of his qualities, but especially for the sense of adventure and fun that he brought to every occasion.

My deepest sympathy to Jane and the boys. I first met Steve when he published the Obata's Yosemite book, a prize winner for YA. It was then that I learned of his love and knowledge of Yosemite. We asked him for suggestions for walks and backcountry trips. They were on the mark.
He particularly impressed me with his generosity of his time and the hospitality he gave to visitors such as guests from Japan. In his trips to Japan his ready sense of humor and kindness won him many friends.
Steve invited me on an unusual trip for YA -- to Asilomar and Point Lobos State Parks. Since it was my birthplace, I was to be an unofficial guide to the "Point" and the abalone history there but alas, I couldn't come up with an abalone dinner for him.
Goodbye, Steve, from your Point Lobos "relic".

I always thought that Steve Medley had the perfect name for the person he was. He was such a medley of humor, dedication, irreverence, wit, care, concern, sport, research, music, science, law, batting averages, birds and flowers, beer, friends, family, fun, simple kindnesses and firm beliefs. He was smart and always eager to learn and he was creative in so many ways and he was also always just Steve. Over the more than 20 years I knew Steve I came to appreciate this unique person more and more and always cherished that he was a friend.

Years ago we were discussing a name change for our Association, which is located in the southwest. Steve offered that he thought that the name of our organization should be the Natural and Cultural Organization of the Southwest so we could call ourselves NACHOS. It was an irreverent poke at something we were taking way too seriously. Over time I have told that story as well as recalled other “Medley Moments” to hundreds of people who never knew Steve but were touched by his sense of humor and wit.

I feel the saddest for all of us who don’t have Steve Medley in our lives anymore. As I have lived this last week with tears in my eyes I have also have had sudden outbursts of laughter: When I remember the hotel Steve chose to stay in during a convention in Honolulu which reminded us all of Gilligan’s Island and that he named the Wicky Wacky Club or how Steve immediately initiated the talking pie and napkin play with a group of us at a restaurant when our desserts of gigantic pie slices arrived and the meringue tops began to separate from the filling or how hard Steve laughed while he explained what can happen to a Speedo while body surfing.

I think of Steve trolling the halls of our conventions during a break looking for someone he could convince to join him on an afternoon “field trip" of his own design, or getting as many people as he could into a very small car with way too little oxygen, for a trip to a town with a strange name he just wanted to see. Many of us took the bait and I took it gladly. I was never sorry I joined in and was always so happy to be in his presence.

I remember too how we shared stories about our families and how animated he became when I asked about his kids. He eagerly updated me on his family Jane, Charlie, Joe, Andy, who were at the very core of his being.

We have lost a sympathetic soul and a most decent human being who meant so much too so many.

In reading all the comments from everyone, I think what stands out are the common threads of caring about Yosemite, family, friends, laughter, having fun and commitment.

My husband and I were not able to attend this year’s fall YA work trip. During the week of the trip, we thought of the group and what we were missing. Shortly after the trip, we received an email and photos from the week from a friend. More regrets that we had not been able to attend. Then the email and announcement from YA. Then it really hit home about what we had missed and would miss forever from now on. No longer will VIP nights be the same.

VIP nights and Steve’s concentrated attention on each volunteer -- I now clearly see what I didn't realize at the time for fear of being singled out or embarrassed. I realize that the attention and joking by Steve was meant as positive attention and caring, a teasing by a close friend or family member. Of course, we did all realize that he appreciated the work we did and we knew how much we shared a mutual love of Yosemite.

My condolences to his family, friends, and the extended Yosemite family.

I am just beside myself with grief. Still can't imagine what life in Yosemite will be like without Steve. He had such a wonderful personality. Feels like only yesterday he was in my office after Rotary giving me a "hard time" about something and joking with the Gallery staff. Reality is beginning to sink in and this week has been tough.

My thoughts are with Jane, his family, his many friends, and our wonderful Yosemite community. Thank you to all who have shared their memories here. I find comfort in reading them and in the knowledge that Steve will live on in the hearts of so many.

Thank you. I am sure this is a difficult time for many YOSE employees and partners. Our Alaska Natural History Association director, Charley Money, will be there for the service. I am sorry that I will not be able to do so. Steve was an extraordinary man and Yosemite advocate. Of all the kids at Ginny's school, his trio of boys were those that Ginny most closely associated with in terms of values and experience, and among the very few she has kept up with since. Please, if the opportunity arises, let the YA folks know that my own feelings about Steve's death are intense, and that I deeply sympathize with them and Steve's family at our loss.

Jim

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James Corless
Superintendent
Klondike Gold Rush National Historical Park
P.O. Box 517, Second and Broadway
Skagway, AK 99840

Jane, Charlie, Joey, Andy: We were so sorry to hear about your dad/husband. We have so many fond memories growing up with your family and all the fun we all had. Charlie Mc. remembers the triathlon him, Steve and Bob J. were in. I remember Steve couldn't see without his glasses to swim!!! I can think of so many more times we all shared as a family. My God Bless you all. Love, The McCarty's

Where do I begin? Steven was my older brother. I was born the rose between two thorns. Did my brothers ever give me a run for my money growing up? Steve was the kind of brother that I so admired, even as a child. He was fun, smart, kind, generous and strong. His little sister was so impressed. There was always something very special about him, even from the very beginning. Steve always made people laugh and he definitely improved the quality of the lives of the people he touched through his enthusiastic approach to the world, every aspect of it! At about age 10, he wrote and sang one of his many hits, “The Nose Pickin’ Blues”. Steve could dance better than most and he would often offer his hand to his little sister, even when doing so was not considered cool. Steve was an adoring brother, always looking out for me, making sure I was always OK. We were close, as close as siblings can be. We shared the ups and downs of our lives and we had the ability to share honestly and openly, and to always support and not judge one another. I have watched Steve do his magic through the years. The way he interacted with people was truly magical. He loved people and life! Steve accomplished so much professionally, that when I read the postings and the comments from friends and colleagues, I boast with such pride. I am so very proud of Steven P. Medley! He truly has made a legacy for himself and has contributed positively to this world by helping to preserve the wonders of Yosemite. Our families are close and “the cousins” so love one another. Watching them support one another this past week is evidence of a united family. The love we share has helped to ease our pain. Steve loved his family, more than they will ever know. He bragged about his boys constantly. He adored his sons and cherished his wife. He loved his mother and was so appreciative of the opportunities she provided him. Steve lived by example and was such an amazing role model for his niece and nephew, as well as, the many young people that would gather at his home. Steve gave his love freely and without condition. He loved music and could name that tune in less than three notes. His humor, what can I begin to say about that? He was just amazingly funny and we hold on tightly to the stories and laughter we have all shared through the years. It has been of great comfort to me, to read about the relationships Steve had with so many diverse people (all of you). We so appreciate your sharing your stories about Steve with us. Our lives will be forever changed but we know that Steve would want us to continue to live our lives to the fullest and we will get back to that as soon as some of the pain eases. For now, let me convey our sincere appreciation to his colleagues, friends and acquaintances, as your love and support has helped us so profoundly at this difficult time. There has never been a finer man. I love you bro!

I attended a Yosemite Rotary Club meeting in August of this year. Steve was so kind in introducing me to fellow members of the club and going out of his way to make me feel welcome.

He told me about his passion for Rotary and for the park. It was obvious.

What a loss for the community, Yosemite Park, really, all of us!

Steve will be missed.

I have to echo the sentiment of lots of laughs. I've known Steve since 1992 & it was always a kick to be around him. My favorite recent memory involves the advent of e-mail addresses. Smedley and I (Shusch) both loved our wierd e-mail names!
Jane and kids, we're all sending our thoughts and prayers and memories your way...

"Tenderly...may time heal your sorrow,
Gently...may friends ease your pain,
Softly...may peace replace heartache and may warmest memories remain."

A light went out in Yosemite.

While many of Steve's cooperating association colleagues did not work with him every day, we feel a great sense of loss within our circle of friends. This was a man that we all enjoyed being around. Steve was the kind of person that if you told him to go left, he would go right. And if you were lucky, you got to go right with him once in a while. He did things his way and it was a way that we all wished we could too. Steve was famous for coming to our conventions but never attending the educational sessions unless a board member rode herd on him. We all envied this about him. Just how did he get away with it? I remember sitting in front of him during one particularly boring financial session in Gatlinburg in 1998. Just like the restless bad boy in third grade, he spent more time pulling my hair, poking me with his pencil, and writing on my notebook then listening. He made you want to play hookey and more often then not, you did. He was always endearing like that.

Friend Lisa Madsen told me a long time ago that when it comes to selecting restaurants, we need to let Steve do it because he was so fussy about his food. I was more than fine with that, but it became obvious to me after the first restaurant experience in some city I can't even remember how many years ago, that you needed to let Steve pick the restaurant and saddle up beside him whenever you possibly could because you knew you were going to laugh hysterically for hours and say outrageous things to one another and just have a boatload of fun. You never talked about work. He was the party, make no mistake. There are so many good memories for all of us to cling to. The last time I saw him he was laughing.

Jane, you are the luckiest of all for having known him better than anyone. Charlie, Joe and Andy, he talked about you often amongst his peers and we knew that he loved you and that he was so proud of you. He never waivered in this fact. I have a daughter who is 25. In the 20 years I knew Steve he always - I mean always - asked me how she was doing. It was, I thought, an unusual bond but now I know reading everyone's messages that he cared about everyone's family.

The first chance I get I will raise a frosty mug of good cold beer and I will say: "Here's to you, Steve, and the life you led that we all wished we could. You did good."

I first met Steve when I went to work for Len McKenzie, Chief Park Interpreter, in 1976. Steve was the Research Librarian then. One day in 1977 Steve and Craig Bates went up into the attic to look for something they needed in the Research Library. My desk was directly beneath where they were searching, and my area was also the outer office to Len McKenzie's office. All of a sudden there was a crash , and Steve's big foot and most of his leg appeared over the desk! He had missed the rafter he was walking on and stepped right thru the plaster ceiling. I yelled up at him "Are you okay?". His response was "I think so, but sign me up as a soprano for the choir!" Luckily he caught something to hang on to or he would have fallen farther down through the ceiling. Craig pulled him up. He was fine. We scurried around and cleaned up the debris all over my desk and the outer office before Len came back from lunch. We laughed so much we cried. We were all back to work at our desks when Len returned. He walked right under the gaping hole, and in a deadpan voice, without ever looking up at the hole, said to us "There'd better be a good story with this!". We laughed a lot together over the years. Jane: my thoughts are with you and the boys.

It is with a heavy heart that I write about the profound loss of my uncle Steve. I can say with 100% confidence that I am his favorite niece. Being that I am his ONLY niece, there really hasn't been a lot of competition for this title.

I have so many amazing, hilarious memories of my uncle... there was always laughter when he was in the room.

I still have a card her wrote me when I got accepted to UC Santa Cruz. I kept it hanging on my bulletin board at my mom's house for years, and when she moved, I packed it away to save. In this card, he told me how proud he was of me for my accomplishments and assured me I would be successful in my educational pursuits. I cherished this card because it was a rare example of his serious side and because knowing what a brilliant guy he was, his belief in me gave me a boost of confidence that I too would be successful.

I will always cherish how he told his sons he loved them, before they went out to play a game of ball, or went to bed. There was an ease to his affection. It was constant and didn't require any special circumstances or achievements to be shared. I loved hearing his stories about what the boys were up to. He was so proud of each of them and was always eager to share their latest adventures. I was fortunate to visit with uncle Steve just a few weeks ago and will never forget how enthusiastic he was, especially when telling us all about Andy and the great time he was having in Italy.

In the last few years I feel our realtionship grew exponentially. After grandma suffered a stroke, Steve and I spoke on the phone and emailed more than we ever had. No matter what my concern about grandma, he was quick to reassure that we were doing the right thing and if I needed something from him, I never had to ask twice.

Even though he was my ONLY uncle, he was MY favorite too.

Steve always liked to play "Name that Tune" and his version of it was to name the artist of the tune. One day he asked me to name the group that played "Spirit in the Sky." I knew who it was; he couldn't believe that anyone knew it and laughed a long time. For some reason that stuck with me out of all the memories I had of working with him. I thought of him whenever I heard the song after that. Steve is now his own spirit in the sky over Yosemite.

Although I didn't know Steve well, just through YA meetings, he was friendly, and funny, and knowledgeable and was never too busy to answer my sometimes inane questions about Yosemite. In all the years I've been visiting Yosemite, I tended to do the same thing every time I went (usually just staying on the valley floor). He always shared something that was new to me and kept me exploring areas of Yosemite that I might never have visited otherwise. I am truly saddened by Steve's death and send my prayers to his wife and sons, and all of of his Yosemite family. YA meetings will never be the same without him.

Edited by author 10-10-2006 10:19 PM
Jane and boys,

Thank you for opening your home this week with such hospitality, just as you always have. I am a better man thanks to my relationship with all of you. I will always value my memories with Steve (even ones that include a Speedo). We are here with prayers of peace for your family and anything else you may need.

Steve & Jane stayed in Kyoto Japan in Feb.1998.They visited our house. We spent happy time.
Also I visited their houses in the same summer of year. I spent happy together for met three sons time.
Steve was an important teacher who connected me to yosemite. I am very regretted.

Hitoshi & Kazuyo Nishimura
http://www.yosemite.jp

Kyoto,Japan

As one of the oldest members of the association I remember corresponding with Steve early in his appointment as President and I first saw him in action at an association meeting in Tuolomne Meadows not long after. He brought such joy to all our meetings, drawing us all closer together in laughter and love whenever we were with him, whether he was making fun of himself or conducting a comic auction that raised some unexpected amounts of money for some rather dubious offerings. The news of his loss was and still is a personal shock of grief to me as it must be to everyone who knew him. Too soon, too soon. He should have stayed longer like Sharsmith. What can we do now, together?

Dearest YA family;
 
Thousands have been struck with the sadness of the YA loss. I am only one of those thousands who has felt the deep loss of a friend, leader, and mentor. The canyons of Yosemite echo with the cries of all who knew and loved Steve. We are all thinking, NO, it's not possible that he is gone. His work was not done. We do not know totally how you all must feel but we hope you will continue the work, knowing how Steve would have carried on. I'm sure you realize how much each of us feels for you and his family and everyone who has lost a dear friend.

We were lying in bed reading the paper and shazam!, I was on the floor.

Steve had an incedible sense of humor and always brightened up an event with his presence. He knew so much about the park. He provided those who were unable to come to the park, for whatever reason, a way to watch the park change though the year with the web cams. He did so much with his writing.

He WILL be missed.

Our thoughts are with Steve's family.

Oh, did I say he liked fine beer?

I have known Steve manyof the thirty years I've been working for cooperating associations. Steve was always willing to share his knowledge and experience with anyone. The produce of his talents will speak to us for many years to come. My prayers go out to his close family and coworkers at Yosemite.

Steve Medley was truly a renaissance man - athlete, scholar, sousaphone player, raconteur, comedian, beer connoisseur! - and as warm and generous a soul as one could ever imagine. Steve and I first met playing softball in Yosemite Valley in 1975 and were later proud members of the oldest flag football team in park history, or so we liked to laugh and reminisce. From Yosemite sports fields to photography to history to Rotary it has for thirty years been a joy and a pleasure to be Steve’s friend - and to laugh with him at his endless, terrible jokes!

Steve’s contribution to Yosemite National Park is beyond measure, from his days in the park research library through his many years at the Yosemite Association conceiving, editing, writing, overseeing, and publishing numerous important books about Yosemite, he has been the heart and soul of history and interpretation in the park. His vision in supporting such important and diverse publications has been profound. And just as he has helped us all appreciate and understand the wonder of Yosemite and its history, I imagine that future generations will look back with admiration at Steve’s life and work. It is difficult to imagine Yosemite without him.

Hail to the Prince of Gilroy! Our lives are richer for having known you. Thank you Jane, Charlie, Joe, and Andy, for having shared him with us.

I am at a loss for words. Steve was such a terrific person. I recall many wonderful discussions with him and Henry Berrey. I had even applied for the position that Steve obtained (he was the most qualified). It is such a sad loss and so reminiscent of the tragic death of Ranger Jon Kinney in May of 1986.

My heart goes out to Steve's family and friends; the world just got a little bit smaller. I am numb. Jim Huning

As a former YA employee from several years ago, I have a favorite memory of Steve and the woodpeckers that would often drive him crazy with their incessant pounding on the side of the YA office building. One poor woodpecker hammered its beak in too deep, got its head stuck and died way up high by the eaves. It stayed there for months, becoming a familiar relic of feathers and bone, until finally the painters could reach it. Unbeknown to Steve, it was secretly retrieved(I think by Penny), and wrapped up as a white elephant gift for our staff Christmas party. Someone else opened it, but I'll never forget how funny it was when Steve saw it - he jumped out of his chair and traded for that headless woodpecker like it was a piece of art, happily taking it home as his treasured party favor. We all had such a great laugh!
Prayers of peace, comfort and compassion to Steve's family, friends, and all at YA, from my heart to yours...
"...A tear to unite me with those of a broken heart, a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.." Kahlil Gibran

Edited by author 10-10-2006 01:18 AM
Steve was one of my best friends in law school at UC Davis. I last talked to him earlier this summer. So many things about Steve have stayed with me since we graduated 25 years ago. He was the Commissioner of our intramural sports teams and named the two divisions The Rehnquist Division and the Halvonic Division. (Halvonic was a Berkeley judge who'd grown marijuana in his yard.) He was known for his "Moon Ball" pitch that brought us within a few outs of the softball championship. I remember his home-brewed Magpie ale, and his female rabbit whom he called Roy the Joy Boy. I remember when Charlie was born and he called him Chuck the Duck, whose favorite toy was a toothbrush holder. I brought Charlie a stuffed squirrel on the eve of the 1981 Superbowl and in honor of the Raiders, we called the squirrel "Cliff Branch," who bore the name of both a Raider receiver and his favorite habitat. Steve was known as the Prince of Gilroy in Herb Caen's SF Chronicle column and would get an occasional mention. I never drive through Gilroy without thinking of Steve, and I used to look, to no avail, for Gilroy postcards for him. I loved Steve's annual Holiday/Winter/Christmas letters because they were so hysterical. I saved every one of them. There was the 1991 holiday card that was dated May 6, 1991. There was the one that said, "This was the year we finally got rid of our green Danish modern couch." And one describing one-year old Andy as having a funny way of waving his arm when he walks. In one letter Andy was known as "goofball," and in another the kids were referred to as "the bozo boys." There are certain very important people in my life, most of whom I went to elementary school or high school with. I often assumed that these people all knew Steve because they had the same place in my heart. Sometimes I would be about to tell a high school friend, "Oh, I spoke to Smedley the other day," only to have to catch myself, realizing that they did not know him. Steve was one of my favorite people ever. I will never forget him.

What a gift of a human being! I thank his family for sharing Steve, and for all the times I got to spend with him at a YA dinner or staff meeting. Although I only worked for Steve a short while, his wit, good natured charm, fatherly financial advice, and sound editting set a high standard in my world.

I have never come across a man with quite as many talents, humor, and integrity. I will never forget his smiling face...

I first met Steve when I was a Tuolumne worktrip volunteer in the mid-1990's. His wit, intellect, and passion for the park were immediately apparent, and he was so effective at making us feel valued and appreciated as volunteers that I felt like I was absolutely floating at the end of the week--and not because I was hypoxic due to altitude! When I finally came to work at YA in 2001, I got to appreciate more of Steve: yes, he was still coming up with the delightfully inappropriate humor like he did around the volunteer dinner campfires [why has no one mentioned the infamous "animal sex stories" yet?], but I saw how hard he would strive for quality, and how his personal values were infused in everything YA does. I am both proud and intimidated to be one of the people charged with carrying out his legacy at YA.

Steve's critiques of my work were many [you should see what he did to my last letter draft], but were always delivered with the best of intentions...and that made his praise even sweeter when it came. He also graciously allowed me to disagree with him professionally, never letting it affect our working relationship or friendship.

I have so many little memories of Steve that I cherish, from hearing him stand at the copier singing spanish pop music while he made copies, to talking with him about our beloved Myron Bolitar books, to seeing him on the prowl for dark chocolate. What comes to mind the most these past few days though is the incredibly kind note he sent me when my father died; it was utterly unique, caring beyond measure, and somehow exactly what I needed to read without realizing I needed it. I wish I could do the same for Jane and the boys and Hermie and Robin now, but I'm sure my attempt would fall short. Suffice to say that I'm a better person for having known and worked for Steve. There's a void in my soul now that even the great beauty and solace of Yosemite will be hard-pressed to fill.

It was just last Monday that I saw Steve's blue-stripe-shirted elbow sticking out the window while he was at his computer in the YA office. I laughed out loud as I drove by thinking up a title like, "Blue Elbow Escapes Tall Yellow Building." It was another funny flash of Smedley-ism! And then on Thursday, like a spring ephemeral waterfall, he is gone. We all feel deep sadness here in El Portal. Steve's contributions to Yosemite's visitors are endless. And I ask myself who else among us will say the irreverent, but insightful things that need to be said? Who else will reflect calm when things like fires and floods occur? Who else with such quick wit and humor will respond to the challenges of making Yosemite accessible to the public but also preserve it? Who else will always get the bird sighting right?
  
Jane, Charlie, Joey, Andy, Hermie, and Robin -- we send hugs while our hearts ache for you.

Soltanto oggi veniamo a sapere della orribile scomparsa di Steve.
Il nostro cuore e' molto triste.Porteremo sempre nella nostra memoria il suo ricordo.Formuliamo le nostre piu' sentite condoglianze alla sua Famiglia, ai suoi colleghi e a tutti quelli che hanno avuto l'onore di conoscerlo. Rome,Italy

How can there be a Heaven
more beautiful than the place he lived and worked
How can there be a heaven
when the loving family remains here
the tears of loss flow and wash
clarity to the mystery
He is one of those heaven picks
to prepare the campfire
set up camp
make it special
for when his loving family and friends arrive
He'll be ready by the campfire
with a couple of new corny jokes
a good old song
a warm smile
and a greeting, something like
"what took ya so long?"

My heart sank when I heard of this tragic accident. Steve was instrumental in getting my photographs of Yosemite during the 1990 Centennial into the book, "Yosemite, A Landscape of Life" which he saw as a historical document about the park. He cajoled the Sacramento Bee, where I still work, into a joint agreement to share and publish the editorial material, not an easy task. I will remember his quiet and unwavering passion for all things about Yosemite. Anyone who met Steve knew instantly that he was an "old soul" with wisdom and grace beyond his years.

It was with great sadness, that we read the article about the accident, and discovered that it was "our" Steve Medley, who had died. We only knew him, and his mother and father and sister, a long time ago, at Stanford Village, when his father was going to Stanford. Steve was two and three years old, but he was very smart, and a pleasant, happy child. He was our son's friend, and they were one month apart, and our son has always remembered Steve,too. We kept in touch with his family for a number of years, and went to visit them in Gilroy. The last time we heard from his mother,Hermie, was when Steve was in Elementary school, still. He had made some great accomplishment. His mother and father were so proud of him.
We were always wondering where the medleys were, and there, was Steve, shining like a bright star, but we missed it. It is wonderful to read all the beautiful things that everyone is saying about him.
We are sorry that his father is gone,too, and we send our condolences and love to his family. We hope that we can meet, and meet again, someday. Steve lived a perfect, happy life.

Which peak should become Mt. Medley?

My stomach dropped when I read about this in the Chronicle. I worked as a book publicist with Steve on several books, including the first Farley book, the one about taking photographs in the park and a few others, though my biggest project was the fabulous Obata book.... We hit it off really quickly - we both loved crime fiction and good beer. I had access to lots of audio books and for years I sent them to Steve, he listened and then returned them. He returned the favor too - every time he was in the Bay area we went out to dinner - sushi, usually. When my family and my parents went to the park, we stopped by the office to say hello - and I wanted my parents to meet him - Steve was great on the phone, a wonderful listener who always made you feel better when you hung up...I hadn't talked to him for a year or so but the knowledge that he was there always made me feel good. All my best to Jane and the boys - you guys were always in the forefront of his mind...

It is with sadness that we learned of Steve's tragic accident from our friends at Yosemite and volunteers that we met on our work trips. Our heartfelt sympathy to his family. We got to know Steve when we started volunteering for the week long work trips back in the early '90's. Steve and the representatives from Curry Company,Yosemite Institute, and the NPS resources work leaders would come on Tuesday night to thank the volunteers for their participation. Upon introducing ourselves, we didn't know at that time that Steve would draw as much information out of you and remember things about you years later.

 Last year, we were visiting our daughter, Susan and her husband, in Santa Cruz and while at Logos, a used book store, we ran into Steve looking for a mystery book. He was in Santa Cruz visiting his mother. He greeted us by name and even remembered our daughter whom he hadn't seen in years. During our conversation, he found out that Susan had been trying unsuccessfully to get lodging in Yosemite for a certain weekend. He offered to see what he could do upon his return to Yosemite. He didn't have to do this but he was the kind of person that did many things for others and a few days later they received an e-mail that he was able to obtain a room. Steve will be remebered for his wit, humor and memory. He was Mr.Yosemite to a lot of people and will be greatly missed.

My wife and I met Steve during the Yosemite work week VIP nights. We liked his joking around and he gave us one of his books which we have enjoyed reading. We couldn't make our annual volunteer trip this year in September, but heard Steve attended the VIP dinner and everyone had a good time.

I've had the pleasure of working with Steve over the last eight years. My company provides the webcams displayed on the Yosemite Association web site and Steve was so kind to me and my family. Every year or two, we drove up to Yosemite from southern California to put up another camera with Steve. His kindness and quick sense of humor were such a joy. I have memories, photos and emails that I'll treasure for a long time to come. I've put together a photo tribute here: http://www.stardot-tech.com/vance/smedley

My thoughts of comfort and prayers go out to Steve's family and the Y.A. staff. Steve was a truely delightful person to know. I could always look forward to Tuesday evening, during the work weeks, wondering what delightful (usually) and interesting ideas Steve would spring on us. During all the years I've been attending work works Steve made, not only the returning volunteers feel welcome but the first timers too. I feel very fortunate to have known him. He will be deeply missed.

Edited by author 10-09-2006 11:55 AM
Tears came instantly when I learned of Steve's tragic accident.

I had the pleasure of working for Steve at YA back in 1985 when fundraising for a park was a new concept to the NPS. Steve was the perfect person to guide the process and it is a great testament to his ability that so many projects have been accomplished through the Yosemite Fund.

He was a great person to work with, always supportive, full of humor and able to take the merciless teasing that went with being the lone male in an office with 10 women.

I still have sitting on my desk a wonderful note of condolence that he wrote to me when my husband Jeff died last year. He was a friend for life and always took the time to stay in touch. It saddens me that I will never again find a note in the mailbox with that distinctive handwriting.

Jane, I hope you and the boys will find comfort in the knowledge that Steve was loved, respected and appreciated by so many people.

Terry and I have Steve's family and the YA staff in our thoughts. The park has lost one of it's best advocates. You meet a lot of folks working in the park and some of them blend in with everyone else, but not Steve. A truly unique, warm, and engaging person. He left a legacy that will be difficult to match.

Dear Jane, Charlie, Joey & Andy: You've been our back door neighbors for quite a few years. You are such a wonderful family and friend. We will truly miss Steve. He had such a great sense of humor. Loved to swim laps in his pool. What a blessing to have known him.

Sad news indeed—for Yosemite National Park, the Yosemite Association, for those of us who love and support these institutions, and for the Medley family and friends. How all of these have grown in the time of Steve Medley! My own Yosemite time goes back a little before Steve’s, to when the board of directors of the predecessor Yosemite Natural History Association concluded to move into a new dimension of expanded role in supporting the park. How fortunate that Jack Gyer, Henry Berrey, and Thomas Shephard were available to start that process. And how fortunate that Steve was then available to further the evolution for so many years, bringing the Association to its present position as a significant and positive force in carrying out the great purposes of Yosemite. I recall Steve when he was Research Librarian and had his help on several publication projects and most recently on the ongoing proposal to formally establish the name Sharsmith Peak on a Sierra Nevada mountaintop, begun by the Association as early as 1976. As our memorial to Steve, let us all continue the important work to which he devoted his life. Bill Jones, Yosemite naturalist, 1961-1972.

I have worked for Steve for a while. He would come to me in the warehouse and ask " Who did this song?" (on the radio ) and when I came up with the right answer it always made me feel good. I admit I was a bit intimidated by him but I was so looking forward to working with him. I will miss him so much!! I can't imagine the pain his family is going through at this time. All I can ask is for them to know how loved he was. BY EVERYONE .

I have been a YA member since 1996 and while I never met Steve Medley, it was always his column in the YA quarterly publication I read first. I would always go, and will go in the future, to his Yosemite Guidebook when planning a trip to the park. His love of Yosemite seemed boundless, and no doubt was. My deepest condolences to his family and colleagues.

Over the years, I have come to respect Steve's many talents. Together with a few others, we've been in the NPS association business together for a very long time. Steve's passion for Yosemite was evident in everything he did. His skills and talents in publishing have served, and will continue to serve, as a benchmark for park publications everywhere. His sense of humor often provided a fresh relieve, and reminds us that we sometimes take oursleves to seriously. Although I've never met his family, I've heard all about you, and I want you to know that we share your loss and your love for Steve. Steve was a friend, and we often shared our frustrations, our aspirations, and an ideal that our national parks are special places. Steve's role in helping to educate visitors about Yosemite through YA publications was tremendous. Thank you Steve for all you did to help people understand and appreciate Yosemite. We'll continue to try and meet your standards. You'll be missed my friend.

I am in such shock. I have tears streaming down my face. I understand the feeling of loss for Steve's sons at losing their father, and I am so sad for them, for Jane, for Steve's mom, and the rest of his family. I worked with Steve for 5 years at the Yosemite Association. Through tough times and silly times, he was always the same. We moved on and moved forward, and I never once doubted his love and commitment to the association and the park he loved so well. I will always remember going into his office, and he would show me a picture from one of the webcams, or a part of a book he was working on, or something off the internet concerning Yosemite. His enthusiasm just made me have a better day. My sincere thoughts are with all of you at the association, the board members, the park staff, and of course his family. For all those visitors to Yosemite National Park who Steve touched in some way, by meeting and talking with him, or by utilizing his books I have this to say...Steve is in the wind, on the meadows, the water, and the mountains, and when you visit or think of Yosemite let's never forget him because I can guarantee you he is there with us.

I still remember the sadness when Steve and Jane told us they were leaving Grants Pass with Steve taking a job with Yosemite Natural History Assn. Steve's stay in Grants Pass was too short for those who knew him here. He quickly headed up the volunteer legal aid program which he passed off to me when he left. I can't go to the Court of Appeals without thinking of Steve's telling of his first argument before the court and his experience in the bathroom right outside the courtroom. We shared bike rides, beers and stories about many of the lawyers in Grants Pass. He dragged me along for my first (and last) triathlon. I crashed my bike on that one. Of course he was miles ahead by then and he didn't see me till I'm limping to the finish line after the 10k run, dried blood from knees to ankles, and the ever cheerful Steve says: "What happened to you, ya bozo?" It's been many years now but I think the last bike ride was supposed to be a 50 miler south of Eureka. I think he knew I hadn't trained enough and when we hit a cold headwind at about 40 miles, he told me he'd had enough and let me off the hook like the gentleman he always was. Steve motivated me to live life more fully. He also had a way of showing me how to be a better person. Reading all these comments from all these people I don't know reinforces how lucky we all were to have Steve touch our lives. I think Steve was lucky also to have the company of Jane, Charlie, Joey & Andy and he knew that. When we'd hook up all too infrequently the highlight was always getting Steve's proud and loving updates on Jane and the boys.

I never met him, but the "Complete Guidebook to Yosemite" brought me back to the park as an adult ten years ago. His detailed and humorous observations made you WANT to see Yosemite, even if you'd never seen it (which I hadn't in over thirty years). Requiescat in Pace.

My memory of Steve is his funny speeches at the volunteer appreciation dinners at Lower Pines campground. He made us all feel special and made a big deal of me swimming a mile in the ocean I think he was a swimmer also. Steve, we all loved you and will miss you terribly. My thoughts and prayers go out to Steve's family.

I knew Steve back when one of his biggest fans, my late husband Jeffery Lapham (who served on the YA and YF boards in the 90s) fortunately introduced me to him and to Yosemite. Both are unforgettable, both bigger than life, both full of an indescribable spirit and energy that will never die. I am so grateful to have known Steve and to have met his lovely family. To have his legacy live on is essential, and in some small way will be how we give back for all that he gave us. I will never forget his smile, his wit, his kindness nor his charm. My deepest condolences to his family and the entire Yosemite family who loved him so.
Elizabeth Boineau
Charleston, SC

It's hard to believe that Steve won't be at the volunteer worktrip dinners to tell his sometimes awful jokes and to sometimes embarrass us with his personal comments that he had somehow gotten out of us in a friendly conversation before the dinner. Deepdown we loved the attention that he gave to each person. It made us feel important and appreciated. He was also able to take it when the joke was on him. For instance, at the Tuolumne Fall Meeting a few years ago when Beth Pratt passed out pictures of Steve and used cue cards to let us know when to yawn, laugh loudly and applaud and hold up the picture in possibly inapropriate places during Steve's speech. He laughed along with the rest of us. Take care, Smedley we will miss you.

What a shock to hear of Steve's passing. I know the Association is devastated as are many many volenteers who over the years came to know and respect this kind gentleman. Our hearts go out to his family and associates.

Friends since the mid-70s when I used to hang out in the library with my art stuff, working on projects for YNHA, and Steve was the Research Librarian. We discovered all those years ago that we were born in the same hospital (a couple years apart) and went to the same college. We've been friends ever since, through family and career changes, challenges, and celebrations. And through the years, we have continued to call each other up every now and then to check in and catch up. Smeds always let me know what was new in each of the boys' lives and never forgot to ask about Robin and Caitlin. He was so proud of his family. And he loved Yosemite. Dear Jane, Charlie, Joey, Andy, and Hermie -- Steve will be missed by so many of us. Thanks for sharing him with us for all these years.

My best memories of Steve are the many volunteer work trip dinners he attended. You were never sure what he would say, but you knew it would be humorous, gracious, and sincere. I was always amazed at the little things he remembered about each volunteer. His humor and heartfelt statements made it a pleasure to hear him speak at other YA functions, as well. It is hard to imagine YA and Yosemite without him.

I am deeply saddened, not to mention surprised, to hear about Steve. My heart goes out to all his many friends, and especially to his family. Please accept my deepest expression of sympathy.

I met Steve during my first Yosemite Association Volunteer Work Trip in the early 1990's. I had such a great time that I did a work trip almost every year after that for several years, and each time, Steve would join us for dinner one night during the week. He always made it a point to talk to everyone, and to get each of us to share something about ourselves with him and the group. The sharing always involved considerable laughter. On one evening I remember in particular, the topic gravitated to places we had skinny-dipped in Yosemite. What a hoot!

I will always remember Steve for his warmth and sense of humor.

Fern Wollrich-Jaffe

A good man has gone home. May his family find comfort in the joy and love he brought to life. The Ranger will miss Steve's good humor and tolerance at the volunteer dinners. Thanks for sharing your life with all of us, Steve.

Our hearts are broken. Our thoughts are with Steve's wife and children. As "Weed Warrors" at Yosemite, for the last 11 years, we had dinner every year with Steve when he attended the dinner for the volunteers. Captain Steve, you will be missed by us all.
CNC

I met Steve 10 years ago on my first "Weed Warror" trip as a volunteer at Yosemite when he attended the dinner for the volunteers, and I have had the pleasure of several other dinners with him and enjoyed his humor and quick wit. I missed him at the dinner this year and now I really miss him.

To his family... you are welcome to visit my home in the Desert when the weather is cold and damp where you are... and you don't have to bring a sleeping bag and sleep in a tent on the ground.

don hedgepeth
Rancho Mirage, CA 92270

Calling the greater Yosemite area his home and office, Steve Medley must have seen more beauty and understood more about our connections to nature than most of us ever will. It brings to mind the recent passing of Steve Irwin, our beloved Crocodile Hunter. These two were advocates for the world of nature and her creatures; their actions beg us to spend less of our time on the shallower preoccupations in life. Yosemite is my family's favorite retreat, and we send our heartfelt thanks to Steve and his family for their contributions and inspiration.
P.S. In honor of Steve, let's all make sure our Yosemite Assocation memberships are current.

I did not know Steve long or well, so what I have is a first impression, and an impressive one. He was quite the gentleman. He joined the board of the Fund for the Preservation of the Mining and Mineral Museum a couple of years ago, and introduced new directions and ideas in such a laid-back, self-effacing and amusing way that the serious nature of the issues he addressed were masked. His leadership abilities were evident but not glaring, and very effective. It is difficult to imagine such a lively person gone from our midst. Although I never met his family, I know they were all important to him because he mentioned them. My heart breaks for them. And I send them my deepest sympathy in this shocking, sudden, unpredictable loss.

We are frequent visitors to Yosemite and are very sorry to learn of Steve Medley's death. Our prayers are with his family.

Karen and Ed Terlau
Carson City, NV

Like everyone who knew Steve, I will miss his easy smile, wry wit and the warm friendship he shared gave selflessly with so many. I was on the selection committee that took his predecessor’s (Henry Berry) advice to interview “a lawyer up in Bend, Oregon who had been a seasonal ranger in Yosemite.” As usual, Henry was right. Steve was the least experienced of the candidates to run the Yosemite Natural History Association as it was then called, but he was also, quite obviously, the perfect person for the position. For many years we worked on challenging Association and Park projects, attended countless meetings, fished, and, most of enjoyably of all, laughed together. I believe John Muir’s admonition that “Everything in nature is hitched together.” applies eloquently to Steve and his relationship to Yosemite and to us all. Through his work and his life, Steve helped millions of people appreciate nature’s treasures, do the right things to protect our natural heritage, share and care. He was lucky enough to hitch his life and that of his wonderful family to Yosemite; we were lucky enough to hitch our lives to his.

David Rice
Walnut Creek, California

I had the great pleasure of meeting Steve when I was working as an interpretve ranger at Yosemite on a ranger exchange program from Australia in 1991. My wife, son and I had great support from Steve and we had kept in touch on and off over the years. Steve and his boys came to visit me in my park in Australia back in 1994 and it was a great pleasure to show them around. Steve was true gentle-man, in every sense of the word. A kind and caring soul. I am returning to Yosemite this December, for the first time in 15 years and had been looking forward to the opportunity of catching up with him. I'm sure the world is a poorer place for his passing and we owe it to him and his family to keep working to make the world a better place. My thoughts of support and care go out to Jane, Andy, Joe and Charlie.

Steve is my role model. He was always encouraging me about my higher education at Harvard, and helping me out with fellowship applications, papers, and by providing moral support when I needed it. More than that, he was like an uncle to me and always welcomed me into his home during my time off from school. I am truly thankful for meeting such a motivating and inspirational person. I will miss Steve a lot, but I will always remember him.

Edited by author 10-07-2006 12:29 AM
Steve was the kind of guy who could fire up my imagination and inspire me. I loved working with him on the YA website; creating the online store; talking about new projects and ideas and dreams. I was always excited to help him--I knew I'd have a good time while doing the work, and we'd laugh a lot.

But what I am most thankful for are my memories of him as our neighbor here in Oakhurst, California. I will always treasure times spent with him and Jane, enjoying a beer and a good talk after a swim in their pool on a warm summer evening...walking around the loop with the two of them and their sweet lab, Pacer... hearing the latest stories about Yosemite, or their boys, or his latest bike trip...or whatever. I look forward to many more of these times with Jane and the boys, but oh...what I would give to see Smedley walking towards our house in his polartec jacket and kakhi pants, and joining him and Jane for another walk and talk...

Steve never forgot that my wife Susan and I met in 1991 at the first YA meeting we had ever been able to get to.

I will never forget Steve reading from the paperback ranger books about romantic preludes to higher levels of ecstacy. Rich selection, grand articulation and good donations to YA.

Thanks, Steve.

JB & SQ

I was already a confirmed YA volunteer when Steve came in as President, then my wife and I became "Foster Parents" and the YA policy at that time was no youth on the work groups. I explained my dilema to Steve and he said "We will give it a try!", he sought us out and personaly introduced himself to our foster daughter and later commended us on her conduct. It came to my attention that he handled all other YA & family matters in such a warm, caring matter.

I always enjoyed reading his little foreword in the YA material we recieved regularly, he may have a successor, but can not be replaced.

My deepest regards to his family, we are now retired living in Mexico, but still we were in Yosemite twice last year. His family will be in my prayers this evening.

My wife and I feel that Yosemite represents the "Earth" the way our "Heavenly Father Jehovah God" designed it to be and Steve obviously also could see that. We look forward to it being extended earthwide, soon.

Robert & Pamela Bangham
Reynosa, Mexico
RobertBCO7@aol.com

Steve - You leave a legacy of a life well lived. Your spirit lives in Yosemite Association, in the hearts of all of us that knew in person or knew you through your writing and in your contributions to Yosemite National Park. My last memories of you are at the YA meeting in Wawona showing a member the Hops plants on the balcony of the hotel and as the entertaining auctioneer of Phil Frank's drawings. We will miss you.

Message from Japan:
I'm very sad to hear this terrible news.
All friends in Japan feel sorry.
I send the most sincerest to Jane and their sons Andy, Joe and Charlie.

I visit yosemite for the first time. You guided the Yosemite valley,
And, I spent time with your warm family.
I wanted you to come to Japan again.
I wanted to eat the sushi while drinking sake again with you.

I work at the park, and the sense of loss is pervasive and profound. Steve was one of those people that we took for granted, and we could not imagine Yosemite without him. He was absolutely dedicated to Yosemite. He was able to get things done. He was creative in dealing with bureaucracy. He knew the park intimately. He inspired people to help Yosemite. I could go on and on. Now the reality is hitting home of just how much Steve did for Yosemite, of the void he leaves behind. Thank you Steve, thank you Medley family, thank you Yosemite Association, thank you ALL for caring for Yosemite.

I was shocked to read the news of Steve's passing. It seems as though I've known him forever. My earliest recollections of Steve are of him, working as a ranger, in the Big Oak Flat sub-district. I was just a little girl, but I remember his wonderful and wacky sense of humor. Steve even taught me to hula-hoop! A crazy memory, but one that has stuck with me for nearly 40 years. He will be missed by all, but his memory and his love for Yosemite will live forever. God Bless.

Whenever my thoughts turned to attending a Member's meeting, Steve's smiling face and ever present humor turned my thoughts away from my everyday tasks and gave me the incentive to attend. My deepest condolences to the Medly family. This is a great loss for all of us.

To our YA staff and Jane and Charlie, Joey and Andy, I hope that during this painful time you find comfort knowing how well loved Steve was. I was near tears all day today as I know many were. I am grateful that I was able to see Steve in top form at Wawona last month entertaining us with his inimitable auctioneering talents. He was simply one of those rare persons who made life better for the rest of us. And he made us laugh. You couldn't ask more of anyone. We will miss him terribly. I have so many memories of Steve, but some of my most cherished will be of that trip to Japan, watching him bonk his head on low hanging light fixtures, me laughing at one joke after another, Steve forming new friendships over sake and beer. Steve's enthusiasm was infectious. He really knew how to live, didn't he? Medley-san, it's terribly sad to have to say good-bye.

I thought the world of Steve. Never have I met anyone like him - he was so kind, so intellegent, so warm and he had such a great sense of humor. Whenever I met with him, I always came away feeling so good, so upbeat. I really can't imagine life without him - the world lost it's "absolutely best" human being. I will cherish every second of the times I worked with Steve on our two books we did together and how our friendship grew and grew. He was the most talented publisher and editor I have ever come across. I feel so lucky. I will cherish all those conversations about our kids - he was so proud of his boys - all those times he talked about the boy's basketball, their academic achievements - they were magic moments. No father could love his kids more than Steve loved his. And how he cherished Jane, who was the light of his life. My deepest heart felt sympathy goes out to the family and to Steve's Yosemite Association family.

My sincerest sympathy and deepest condolences to the Medley family. Steve's humor, wit and laughter were always cherished and will be sincerely missed by those he inspired and touched with his passion of sharing Yosemite's greatest gifts.

I had so looked forward to meeting Steve one day. I had emailed YA several years ago to ask if they could help me identify a "lizard" I had seen on my way up Yosemite Falls. I received a prompt email reply from Steve telling me that I'd seen a Gilbert's skink and that I must have had a great day in the park!! I've actually saved his email because I knew he would be my future "go to" guy when I needed a real expert. I was so astounded that he took the time to answer my letter with such care and enthusiasm. My second email to him was a couple of months ago about a "snake" I had seen on the John Muir Trail. Steve told me that I had seen a rubber boa!! It's obvious from all the emails his many friends have sent that I've missed much by not getting to meet him or know him. How sad for his family and all the people who knew him and for those of us who hoped to meet him one day. There is one less "special" person in our world now.

My deepest gratitude to Steve, to his family and friends and to the Association.

I know Steve from Rich and Susan Seiling. and even though I'm not as close, when I did get the chance to talk with Steve he had a way of making me feel like I've known him forever. His simple humor and easy-going demeaner was Tops! Why just a couple of days ago I brought up his name in a conversation with my husband. We had been struggling with our 14 year old son and his rebelliousness and I immediately thought of Steve raising his boys and wondered 'What was his secret to raising good sons'. I knew Andy by working with him at WCI and he always had the time to chat about something, in his easy going-way, just as his dad would. A part of Steve will live on in each of them! My heart goes out to his wife and sons.

Steve was a wonderful guardian of Yosemite and advisor to me, but it is Jane and the boys who my heart goes out to.

My husband and I just met Steve at the September members meeting at Wawona. He was the auctioneer, and I bid on several of Phil Frank's cartoon sketches that he did to illustrate his talk before the auction and wine tasting. After bidding on 4 or 5, the one I really wanted came up for bidding, and Steve said, "This lady over here has been trying to bid. Hey, give her a break and the bidders did and I won the bidding. Steve was so funny, I was thinking at the time that Yosemite Association was blessed to have had him for their President.

God bless all of you that have known, worked with him, and loved him. He will be missed. Jim and Maxine Barbieri

Message from England: I am a scientist from the UK who has for some time been enthralled by the big country and the joys of Yosemite. I did not know Steve, but it is clear to me that he had a great influence over all who met him. One day I hope to visit and talk to those who took benefit from his wisdom and years of knowlegde at your wonderful Park.

Best Regards,

Paul.
chardtuckey@aol.com

I'd met Mr. Medley on many occasion and have known him to always have a warm smile, and passion about Yosemite. I will miss him, and make sure his name lives on by reccomending his gudiebook to whoever I can

I'll miss both his humor and his guiding hand.

Nunca he estado en Yosemite, pero lo amo y admiro. Por eso, la perdida de alguien que también lo ama, me conmueve y entristece. Sobre todo quiero acompañar a la falimia del sr Medley en estos duros momentos.

What a very sad day this is! I've known Steve, since he became President of
the Yosemite Association twenty-plus years ago, through my teaching at the
Art Center since the early 1980's. Over the years I'd meet and talk to him in his office, at the Visitor's Center, at the YA Members annual meet- ing in Wowona or on the trail in Tuolumne Meadows. His death is a huge loss to not only the Yosemite Association and Yosemite National Park, but to all of his many friends.
My wife Judy and I send the most sincerest condolences to Jane and their sons Andy, Joe and Charlie.

I had been just thinking about Steve and wanting to email him a link to the sunset rainbow captured by the yosemite.org web cam. Very sad, you will be missed Steve. http://www.halfdome.net/rainbow

I'm very sad to hear this terrible news. Steve was witty, friendly, and wise man; he was a confident and convincing voice for Y.A. and a great example for us all.

He will be sorely missed. I only met his family once, briefly, but my heart hurts for them. May they take some small comfort at this difficult time in the good he was for all of us, and for Yosemite.

The Yosemite neighborhood is smaller and emptier without Steve, but he left everyone he knew in it so much richer in knowledge and laughter. I always admired Steve's ability to be in a crowded room, and still make anyone he was talking too feel like, for that moment, they were the only ones there. In friendships, and a family he was obviously proud of, he defined what it meant to have great wealth.

Jane, Charlie, Joe and Andy: This is just AWFUL news. Steve is The Spirit of Yosemite and a wonderful friend to us all. Steve always supplied my reading list and burned CDs for my Stinson Beach/San Francisco commute. His taste in books was impeccable, his judgement flawless! And, he had the BEST sense of humor. I am so very sorry for all of us and especially for his family. The wind will be out of our sails for a long, long time. Lots of love, Barbara

To a man who found the true and best use of the "www". Locating all the micro-brewery's in what ever town we were in, printing out the map and starting the adventure. Aloha my friend you are missed.

I first met Steve at St George 5,6 years ago? I had been on the job only a few months. We met at the opening reception and he told me, in a few witty remarks, that this was going to be unlike any other retail job I had ever done. And so it has come to pass.
Over the years Steve was always ready to jump into a spirited discussion with me about the park service and our collective roll within the park service. I will miss his insights along with the wry humor he used to express them. It’s hard to imagine a APPL without him.

My deepest sympathies to all who were close to Steve Medley.

My condolences to Steve's family. This is a very hard time for you. You were blessed to have such a special person in your life. The memories will be very comforting.

Smedly: I will miss most the quick laugh and irreverent good humor you used so skillfully to get an important point across. I am sure that, wherever you are, you're already needling someone over the regulations there! We will think of you often over a cold one with tears of sadness for having lost you and tears of joy for having known you.

The national parks and all who knew Steve will miss him deeply. When I came to work for the Sequoia Natural History Association ten years ago and ever since, Steve has always been there to provide expert advice along with a dose of humor to keep things in perspective. He encouraged his staff at YA to work with mine at SNHA, all for the benefit of our national parks. On behalf of everyone at SNHA I send our thoughts and prayers to his family, friends, and staff at YA and YOSE.

I had the pleasure of working with Steve over the summer. I offer my sincere condolences to his family. Here's a small post I made in his memory:

http://www.madeofglass.com/kurt/2006/10/05/so-long-steve/

For a brief second, I almost thought the announcement was sent from Steve himself as a joke, because he was always trying to make me laugh. Unfortunately, it was only wishful thinking on my part. This is such sad news. I've had the very good fortune of working with Steve on a number of his book projects, and I have to say he was without a doubt my favorite client. Even when he approached me with pro bono projects, I was always happy to have the pleasure of working with him. Steve was one of those very rare people who seemed to me to be really satisfied and happy with his life, and he took joy in making others happy. My thoughts are with Jane, Andy, Joe and Charlie, who I have never met, but always heard news of. I know he was proud of all of his sons, and he always spoke highly of Jane. I will forever think of Steve every time I visit Yosemite---he was so dedicted to the park and the community. A great loss for Yosemite and all who knew him.

Such sad and shocking news! I never met Steve, but considered him a friend as we exchanged emails occasionally. He was very giving of his time and knowledge, and his unbridled enthusiasm for all things Yosemite was apparent and contagious. He will be missed. Thoughts and prayers to his firends and family.

What a shock! Such a huge loss for his family, Yosemite, and everyone who ever knew him. My heartfelt condolences goes out to his family and his associates. Steve is Mr. Yosemite. I remember Ranger Dick Ewart telling the story of how he first came to Yosemite and wanting to get a job some 30+ years ago, and Steve offered him a position that at first didn't seem like much, but Steve was such a good judge of character and potential, we wouldn't have so many great people working and caring about Yosemite if it were not for all his efforts and inspiration. It will be up to all of us to continue his work and motivate others to share in his vision for Yosemite. Steve, we will all miss you.

My deepest condolences to all...Steve's family who he loved so much, friends, colleagues and our beloved Yosemite, for which he did so much. Thank you Steve - for your kindness to Carl Sharsmith and to all of us, for all you have done. Thursday morning I pulled my YA vest off the hanger to put on & said, out loud, "Here's to you Steve!". I laughed at the silliness & unexpectedness of it, and also made a note to share that with him on my visit to Yosemite later this month so he could laugh about it too. I received the news about 8 hours later, that he had died in the morning. This is an immeasurable loss and I am so sorry. Please let me & other YA members know what we can do. Other YA members are also welcome to contact me so we can be in touch; I am at georgiastigall (at) yahoo (dot) com or listed phone #: 650-941-1068 (I am aware this is a public board; my info is publicly available. THANK YOU for providing this forum for us to grieve.)

Words cannot describe my sadness in Steve's death. Just last night I opened a card from Steve thanking Diane and I for the donation to YA with the attached note hoping we could get together for an outing. I first met Steve when he was a patient in my Dental practice in Mariposa. What a great guy who will leave a void in my life with his passing. I will always cherish the day Steve, Bob Eckart and I climbed the Gunsite and Lower Cathedral Rock together. Our love and sorrow go out to Jane and the boys. Hal and Diane Browder

What a Shock!! I had to read and reread the bullitin to be sure I understood its content. I'm only now realizing the impact of Steve's death on his family, coworkers and the YA membership at large.
It seemed that Steve was present at every YA event I attended. He even came to the work week campfires and gave out momentos of our service.
He was an intelligent, caring leader and in his own quiet way made the world a better place for all of us.
Nancy Howard
Studio City CA

I have had the joy of getting to know Steve through two stints as a volunteer in Yosemite. Because of him, his vision, and the Yosemite Association's personnel and mission, my life has been changed in many positive ways. Even here in Iowa, 2000 miles removed from Yosemite, the loss of Steve is deeply felt. My thoughts and prayers are with Steve's family and my family of friends at the Yosemite Association. My hope is that his visionary work will be continued and his personable approach to be remembered.

I met Steve in person for the first time at the latest Yosemite Association gathering in Wawona... How lucky I feel now for having been able to sit down with him at dinner and experience his enthusiasm for Yosemite, and his appreciation for the people and volunteers he works with. He said at dinner that he could not have picked a better crew of individuals... After hearing Steve at the auction belting out impromptu jokes and comments while I was signing books, I laughed out loud and decided right then and there that I'd attend the next one just to enjoy his stand-up routine... This is a sad and shocking day. My heart goes out to Steve's close friends, family, and extended family of Yosemite Association members... Eric Blehm, Author, The Last Season

Steve always gave the best (meaning, tackiest) white elephant gifts! As in all areas of his life, he was a true master of ceremonies. My own love of Yosemite was bolstered and fueled by his. I only wish he knew how much of a mentor he was to me. Alex & I will miss you, Steve, as we wish all peace and comfort to Jane and the boys.

My fondest memories of Steve will be of watching him play his "Johnny Carson" role at Lower Pines campground volunteer appreciation dinners, showing off his true colors - fun, caring, engaging, spontaneous, and, of course, being a world-class troublemaker.

I raise a Sierra Nevada to you smedley.

Steve, I will miss your humor, wit, et al. You made me feel a part of the organization and I will always remember that. You will be sorely missed, but be proud of what you left here, both personally and professionally.

Good bye my man......

Dear Jane,
Steve was our friend and work-mate and it seems impossible to imagine moving forward without him at our side. His legacy is a strong and loving one; A myriad of friends who loved him and love your family; a strong, vibrant Yosemite Association that will always stand as a symbol of his dedication and passion and your family whom he loved so much and his pride in each of his boys. He just said to me the other day "I am so glad my boys have had the freedom to follow their passions, I followed mine."
Our love to you. Our thoughts and prayers are with you in this sad and difficult time.
Christy and Chuck Holloway

Simply stunning. Simply unbvelievable. Simply true. Jan and I are having trouble accepting reality for it feels as though family has been lost.

Steve was in excellent form at the Yellow Pines volunteer shindig last week--as he had been at the Members' Meeting. He cozied up to Jan when he was leaving, winked at me, and said, "I didn't mention Miss Kern County." We had a good laugh and he was gone. We'll remember him that way.

This is truely a sad and trying time, especially for Steve's family. They will remain in my prayers. Jane, Charlie, Joe, and Andy my you be blessed with strength at this time of sorrow

pat

Our leader is gone. Also gone is that friendly, funny guy who always had a smile on his face and time to spend with you.
Blessings to everyone during this sad time.

Steve was more than my boss--he was a close friend. That he could be both a boss and a friend speaks to what an incredible person he was. He is simply irreplaceable.

You, Jane, and the family will remain in our prayers and hearts.

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