Andrew L. Stevans
April 7, 1937 ~ April 29, 2019
"Andrew L. Stevans began his eternal life on April 29, 2019 at the age of 82; joining the loved family and friends held in the Lord’s loving embrace. He was known as just “Andy” to most who likely would describe him as a wonderful story-teller; capturing his life stories and experiences consumed much of his private time since retiring 10 years ago. A devout Navy man and husband, Andy is survived by his wife of 59 years, Louise (Lou) and his children Dale, Michelle and Michael. He will be missed but warmly remembered as brother, husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather and simply a great friend to countless others. In lieu of flowers, please consider an “in memory of” donation to the Cancer Research Institute NY, NY. Catholic memorial service TBD."
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I remember dad coming home with briefcase in hand and being greeted by my brothers and I at the door so many years ago. Big smiles and hugs. Dad always stayed positive during the toughest times! I love you, dad. Michelle
Andy and I were high school classmates and roommates at Holy Cross Seminary, Notre Dame, IN. Among many memories, on stands out as characteristic of his generosity and enthusiasm for life. He was the “steam man” for the school which meant that he had to get up every winter night around 3:30 AM, go across the grounds to the steam room and shovel heavy loads of coal into the boilers, so that we would have heat when the rest of us got up at 5. Like everything else Andy did, he took on that job with enthusiasm and did it night after night with a smile. After graduation, we lost touch with each other, until my wife and I moved to Maryland and I learned that Andy lived just across the river in Virginia. We would occasionally meet for coffee. And when I moved out of the area to Boston, we spoke regularly by phone, especially during his last months. His books, Prep School Days, and Notre Dame Greats I’ve known were generous and grateful recollections of his days at Holy Cross, our classmates, faculty, and the religious sisters and brothers who gave their lives in service to us and to those who came before and after us. Andy had a hearty smile a robust laugh and a large and generous heart. My sympathies to Mrs. Stevans, to Dale, Michelle and Michael, and to Johann. Jim Callahan
My brother Andy was a fun loving person who enjoyed sharing his experiences in life through stories and his books and journal writings. He was 6 years older than me and he enjoyed calling me his little sister who took over his place in the family. We had many fun times as we grew up and I will always cherish those memories. I love you very much. You fought a good battle with whatever came you way and now you can rest in the peace of the loving arms of Mom and Dad. Sister Johann
May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and gave everlasting comfort and good hope by means of undeserved kindness, comfort your hearts and make you firm.”—2Th 2:16, 17
In the late 1950s, when Andy returned home on leave from the Navy, I remember being a 10-year old little brother, listening intently to his exciting adventures and funny jokes. What a story teller! So, a few years ago, after my heart surgery, he got my mind off the scary medical stuff by telling me about all of the stories he had written. I was so happy to find all his books on Amazon! Reading those books was like being 10 years old again and listening to his tales of adventure and so many funny anecdotes. More recently, it was such a tremendous compliment when he asked me to proofread his new book about growing up in Pittsburgh. Then, last fall, it was my turn to encourage him. He asked Ronnie and me to tell him the story about our old dog “Lucky Lady”, so that he could get his mind off of his medical treatments. He wrote the Lucky Lady story, re-wrote it a few times, and then he said he submitted it to Guideposts magazine before Christmas. Talking with Andy, and working so closely with him during these past few years, was a gift. It brought us so close together that I can still hear his cheerful voice in my mind. He and his stories will live forever in our hearts. Dan