Obituary for Steven F. Taylor
Steven Franklin Taylor “Poppie”
Steve was born on April 16, 1939 to the late George and Elizabeth Taylor (nee Herbert), in Baltimore, Maryland.
Steve was a proud graduate of Baltimore City College and wore his ring every day. He loved to tell everyone about his time there—especially about their big football rivalry with Poly. After graduating high school—and working at Mars Supermarket for $1.00 an hour-- he got a full-time job at Bethlehem Steel in Baltimore. He would go on to work “down The Point” for 47 years before retiring and continued to go on annual fishing trips to Assateague with the friends he made there for years after.
He met his wife, Bobbie, on a blind date in 1963. They married the following year on September 11th, 1965, at St. John’s Lutheran Church in Sparrow’s Point. Their honeymoon featured a stop at Fort Lee in Virginia, where he had been stationed during his military service.
An avid baseball fan, Steve liked to joke that he was drafted twice-- once by the U.S military into the army during the Cuban Missile Crisis, and once by the Cleveland Indians. Although a shoulder injury during spring training kept him from ever playing a game in the majors, baseball remained a huge part of his life. He was an active member of the Old Timer’s Baseball Association, and had a multi-TV basement set-up, so that he could follow multiple sports games at once.
While Steve avidly followed professional and college sports, his favorite sports to follow were the little leagues his grandchildren played in. Though he was initially skeptical of soccer, he quickly became an avid fan, and came to every one of his grandchildren’s games that he could. He could be found in a red camp chair on the sidelines, of their baseball, softball, basketball, and soccer games. He treated their tournaments like the Superbowl.
Steve was a practical joker who loved slapstick comedy routines, and would often recite bits from Abbott and Costello, or the infamous “What does a yellow light mean?” skit from Taxi. He enjoyed pranking his grandchildren and owned an assortment of “bah humbug” and Grinch t-shirts that he wore at Christmastime.
Always humble, Steve touched so many people in his life with his humor and generosity. He was a devoted and loving husband, father, and Poppie. To say he will be missed does not begin to describe the void his passing leaves.
He is survived by his beloved wife, Bobbie, of 57 years; his loving children, Steven Michael Taylor and his wife, Teresa (nee Cole) and Kimberly and her husband, Robert Ritter; his seven cherished grandchildren, Tessa Ritchie and her husband, Ryan, Anastasia Taylor, Stephanie Taylor, Abigail Ritter, Robert Ritter Jr., Eliza Ritter, and Aaron Ritter; and his two amazing great-grandchildren, Tyler, Christopher and Mackenzie Ritchie.
A family only viewing will be held on Tuesday, February 22nd at 12:00 at Lassahn Funeral Home, Inc. at 7401 Belair Road in Nottingham. A service open to the public will follow immediately after at 1:00, with entombment afterwards in Parkwood Cemetery.
Steve was born on April 16, 1939 to the late George and Elizabeth Taylor (nee Herbert), in Baltimore, Maryland.
Steve was a proud graduate of Baltimore City College and wore his ring every day. He loved to tell everyone about his time there—especially about their big football rivalry with Poly. After graduating high school—and working at Mars Supermarket for $1.00 an hour-- he got a full-time job at Bethlehem Steel in Baltimore. He would go on to work “down The Point” for 47 years before retiring and continued to go on annual fishing trips to Assateague with the friends he made there for years after.
He met his wife, Bobbie, on a blind date in 1963. They married the following year on September 11th, 1965, at St. John’s Lutheran Church in Sparrow’s Point. Their honeymoon featured a stop at Fort Lee in Virginia, where he had been stationed during his military service.
An avid baseball fan, Steve liked to joke that he was drafted twice-- once by the U.S military into the army during the Cuban Missile Crisis, and once by the Cleveland Indians. Although a shoulder injury during spring training kept him from ever playing a game in the majors, baseball remained a huge part of his life. He was an active member of the Old Timer’s Baseball Association, and had a multi-TV basement set-up, so that he could follow multiple sports games at once.
While Steve avidly followed professional and college sports, his favorite sports to follow were the little leagues his grandchildren played in. Though he was initially skeptical of soccer, he quickly became an avid fan, and came to every one of his grandchildren’s games that he could. He could be found in a red camp chair on the sidelines, of their baseball, softball, basketball, and soccer games. He treated their tournaments like the Superbowl.
Steve was a practical joker who loved slapstick comedy routines, and would often recite bits from Abbott and Costello, or the infamous “What does a yellow light mean?” skit from Taxi. He enjoyed pranking his grandchildren and owned an assortment of “bah humbug” and Grinch t-shirts that he wore at Christmastime.
Always humble, Steve touched so many people in his life with his humor and generosity. He was a devoted and loving husband, father, and Poppie. To say he will be missed does not begin to describe the void his passing leaves.
He is survived by his beloved wife, Bobbie, of 57 years; his loving children, Steven Michael Taylor and his wife, Teresa (nee Cole) and Kimberly and her husband, Robert Ritter; his seven cherished grandchildren, Tessa Ritchie and her husband, Ryan, Anastasia Taylor, Stephanie Taylor, Abigail Ritter, Robert Ritter Jr., Eliza Ritter, and Aaron Ritter; and his two amazing great-grandchildren, Tyler, Christopher and Mackenzie Ritchie.
A family only viewing will be held on Tuesday, February 22nd at 12:00 at Lassahn Funeral Home, Inc. at 7401 Belair Road in Nottingham. A service open to the public will follow immediately after at 1:00, with entombment afterwards in Parkwood Cemetery.