Steve McNamara of Burbank passed away June 6, 2014, with his family by his side. Steve was born to Verne and Jo McNamara in Hollywood, California, on January 24, 1941. He was raised in Burbank, California and after an active and happy childhood Steve graduated from Burroughs High School in 1959. He married his life long love, June Moore, in 1962 and they raised their three beloved children in Burbank. Steve and June were married for 51 and a half years. Steve was a good provider for his family having been a business associate and Vice President of System Auto Parks in Los Angeles and later as the owner of his own auto parking business. . ...
Steve McNamara of Burbank passed away June 6, 2014, with his family by his side.
Steve was born to Verne and Jo McNamara in Hollywood, California, on January 24, 1941. He was raised in Burbank, California and after an active and happy childhood Steve graduated from Burroughs High School in 1959. He married his life long love, June Moore, in 1962 and they raised their three beloved children in Burbank. Steve and June were married for 51 and a half years.
Steve was a good provider for his family having been a business associate and Vice President of System Auto Parks in Los Angeles and later as the owner of his own auto parking business. .
Steve enjoyed activities with his family, automobile trips with his wife and the many and various animals that came into their lives through out the years including dogs, cats, chickens, parrots, parakeets to name just a few.
Steve is survived by his wife June of Burbank and his three children: Verne and Michael of Burbank, and Susannah of Logan, Utah. He is also survived by five grandchildren and two great grandchildren.
A viewing will be held from 4-8pm at the Pierce Brothers Valhalla Funeral Home in North Hollywood, CA and burial will take place at 11:30 a.m. at the graveside at Pierce Brothers Valhalla Memorial Park.
The life of Stephen Verne McNamara
Steve was born on January 24, 1941 to loving parents. His childhood was shared with a brother Gary born on January 26, 1943. They had two loving parents, but lost their Dad when Steve was 12. He was very tall even at that young age. He had lots of friends and spent a lot of time driving his poor Mother crazy. Here is a story his brother Gary remembers.
The Chicken and Balloon Incident
When Steve was about 15 years old he acquired an Easter chick which by summer was a young chicken. Steve could hypnotize it by holding his finger in front of its beak and the bird would go cross eyed. Then Steve slowly move his finger away but the chicken which kept staring cross eyed. It would remain in this trance even if picked it up and carried around. A loud clap would snap the chicken out of the trance or it would snap out on its own after a few minutes.
That same summer I came into the possession of a weather balloon from a war surplus store. When inflated with helium the balloon could reach about 5 or 6 feet in diameter. One afternoon Steve and I plus a bunch of neighborhood kids were gathered around the balloon on our front lawn watching it fill with water from the garden hose. The world's largest water balloon.
The balloon grew to about 6 feet across and a foot high with no stopping in sight. There had to be 75 to 100 gallons of water in there. It was a huge taunt Blatter. We were all patting it with the palms of our hands sending ripple messages across the balloon surface to the person on the other side.
At the same time the chicken was out there on the lawn being hypnotized by Steve and anyone else who wanted to try. One of the kids was successful at hypnotizing the chicken and it was put down on the grass to see how long it would stay in a trance. The chicken sat there motionless and staring into space. The balloon continued to grow and we all kept patting it. Then someone patted the balloon a little too hard which apparently sounded like a clap which caused the chicken to snap out of its trance. Then the chicken turned, looked at the balloon and gave it a peck. Instantly the balloon burst... sending a 100 gal shower to soak all of us...including the chicken.
I met Steve when I was almost 16. The choir from Hollywood High was going to the Winter Olympics at Squaw Valley and we were selling candy bars. Steve started working as a parking lot attendant when he was 16 after school and on the weekends. I lived in Hollywood at that time and walked past the lot he was working every day from school. I only had a couple candy bars left and thought I could sell them to him. Well he said he would buy them if I would go have coffee with him after he got off work. I told him I didn't drink coffee but I would have a coke. It was love at first sight and I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. We were married in 1962 and had a wonderful honeymoon driving up the coast. We had discussed having children and decided we would not wait. In a short nine months and three days we welcomed our first child Verne John into our home. Verne was a good baby and Steve was a wonderful Father and enjoyed his time with his son. Well 15 months later we welcomed a daughter, Susannah Lynn to join our family. Being a girl she soon attached herself to his heart and she was daddy's little precious girl. We thought that maybe we were through with our family, but 5 years later we were blessed with Michael John who was born on Valentine's Day. We would joke about him being our love child. Michael was quite a big baby and he could fall asleep anywhere. I was active As the children grew we took camping trips and other vacations. Both Steve and I worked at Dodger Stadium through their growing years so they spent a lot of time there. This is where they all learned how to ride motorcycles which ended with Susannah crashing and requiring stitches. Steve was a great husband and Father who provided his family with everything they could possibly ever want. He showed his love to us every day and we all miss him greatly. It is a comfort to know that we will all be together again someday. Here are some stories that his children remember.
His daughter remembers this about her Dad.
My Dad wasn't much for funerals or goodbyes. Whenever I would leave after a visit, dad would get all chocked up and say "just get out of here". Our dad was a giant. He was the most compassionate man that I know. He had a way of touching the heart of everyone he has ever met. When I was younger it seemed like every important event turned into a teaching moment. One of those times that stands out in my mind like it just happened yesterday was when Dad met us for dinner in Los Angeles after work. It was a fancy restaurant, so we all got in our best clothes. When we were waiting to go in, a homeless man came up asking for money. I remember my dad telling him no, that he would just going to buy booze with it. I was so upset. I told my dad that this man was really hungry and that he needed to give him some money to eat. I remember feeling so horrible. My dad could tell that this was an important teaching moment, where most people would just continue on my dad turned around, took off his suit coat handed it to the man. Looking very surprised my dad without missing a beat said put it on you will be joining my family for dinner tonight. The man stood for what seemed like forever deciding what to do. After a time he bent over and said, your dad was right I was just going to buy booze with it. My mom was really relived where I on the other hand learned that people can deceive you and that my DAD was pretty smart after all.
We always knew that we were loved by our dad. We never wanted for anything. He taught us the importance of hard work. Whether it was planting trees on the hillside or pulling weeds up there (which I hated by the way) or putting in long hours at Dodger Stadium my dad made sure we never quit. He told us that anything doing is worth doing right the first time. He would hire all sorts of people, many of which were our friends. On occasion, even those that he knew that would have a hard time showing up for work would teach them this same lesson. I remember sitting in the office at Dodger Stadium one day when one such person called in sick. Knowing the beach was calling because it was a beautiful Sunday my dad wished him well and told him he would check in on him later. You see everyone knew that Dad would help you with anything you needed but in return expected the same respect. Dad would call half way through the shift to check on sick employee asking to talk to them personally, if they were not there it was grounds for termination and everyone knew it. He always said if you are too sick for work, you are too sick to surf. Same went for school, if you are too sick for school your too sick for TV. My kids can attest that I have used that same theory with them.
Dad always believed in second and sometimes third chances if that's what was needed. Dad never gave up on anyone and I am proud to say that I think I learned that trait from him. Family was and is the most important thing in this world to him. He would say that friends come and go but family will be by your side forever. It is my prayer that we all treat each other the way dad taught us with love and respect. Until we meet again dad, I love you with all my heart, now get out of here.