PENINSULA — The Long Beach Peninsula will not be the same without its Steve Pollock. There’s a huge hole where his grinning face and helpful hands unselfishly gave assistance to many. That was his nature, kind and caring.
First and foremost he cared deeply and especially for Shelly, his wife for 39 years, as anyone would instantly realize in the presence of their comfortable and loving relationship. He once made 100 valentines and left them in a stack for her. And secondly Steve loved his dogs — most recently the beguiling, bouncy Bella — but maybe he is now walking once again with Maxine and Puppy.
Creativity oozed out of Steve in the form of stained glass work, cheery interior and exterior decoration of homes and restaurants, especially for the holidays, and the creation and presentation of a dish or a meal. When it came to that, Steve was a lucky man because he loved to do what he had a great talent for, and he made many friends at it. He was happiest cooking for people and they were happy to receive those treats.
Over the years Steve catered meals, some for special weekend visitors to the Peninsula, and, ever helpful, he pitched in to cook wherever needed. He had a great time cooking for Rebecca Fontana in The Canoe Room too. But he got the most enjoyment from establishing his “the great day café” where he could pursue his passion by creating and dishing out delicious food while sharing his indomitable sense of humor. His customers returned again and again for both. Even at the worst stage of his health, he was still cracking wise.
Shelly often volunteered “us” to do things for the community. “Us” meant “Steve,” he would inform people in a grouchy growl but you knew he got a big kick out of helping by cooking whether it was a barbecue for the Friends of the Willapa Wildlife Refuge or cooking their neighborhood Thanksgiving dinner or making his popular clam chowder for beach cleanup soup feeds.
Steve had a big heart that also cared about animals, keeping track of the local wildlife and their stories. He was okay with sharing his garage with a possum and sneaking a few goodies to raccoon mamas.
Steve did a lot of good in his life and didn’t require a lot of attention for it. He was the guy in the neighborhood who loaded up his truck with gravel he had purchased and filled in potholes and hauled his neighbor’s dumpster out for pickup every week, rain or shine. From his café, he would drop off meals to elderly or infirm on his way home. Ever the Eagle Scout, Steve left a trail of kind acts and thoughtfulness in his wake. He was a special guy and he’s going to be so missed by so many.
Join Steve’’s celebration of life at the Peninsula Senior Center on Jan. 22 at 1 p.m.