Marshall Ray Stephenson

marshall stephenson

February 7, 1930 ~ August 15, 2015

Resided in: Pueblo, CO

Marshall Ray Stephenson February 7, 1930 – August 15, 2015. Marshall is survived by children, Janet (David) Carlock, Judy Stephenson, Marshall Ray Stephenson II, Joyce (Jerry) Young, and Doug (Tammy) Stephenson; 10 grandchildren, Darla Carlock, Jonathan (Lisa) Carlock, Miranda (Jeff) Coleman, Marshall Ray III (Sara) Stephenson, Alex (Lacey) Stephenson, Lacy (Kevin) Thon, Jay D.(Jessica) Young, Randy (Stevi)Young, Adam Stephenson and Shawn Stephenson; 14 great-grandchildren, Cole Carlock, Rick, Steven, and Breeanna Greer, Evan and Bryn Carlock, Max Coleman, Marshall Ray IV and Isabella, Kiera and Hailey Thon, Caleb and Truett Young, and Willow Stephenson; and sister Ethel Steinkirchner. Preceded in death by his wife of 42 years, Martha Dee, and sister, Genia Whitwer. Marshall served in the Navy for 10 years and resigned the Navy to join the Air Force to spend more time with his family. Three years later, after contracting polio he was medically discharged from the Air Force. He was told he would never walk again and that a wheelchair would be his friend. Determined never to be confined to a wheelchair, he did learn to walk again with aid of crutches was never confined to the wheelchair. Marshall was a scoutmaster, Silver Beaver Recipient, and a Wood Badge 3 beader. Not only was he an influence in young men's lives, he was a church youth leader for many years and a positive influence in boys and girls lives. After retiring from the military, he repaired, refurnished furniture and became an accomplished cabinet maker. He loved working in the shop and continued this joy by making wooden pens up to just weeks prior to his death. He was an independent, determined, even stubborn man who eventually became dependent on his scooter which he could drive himself. He would take a ride on his scooter around the neighborhood much to the concern of family and friends. Many concerned friends and family would often report to his children that he was seen on Pueblo Boulevard at Wal-Mart, IHOP, and Lowes. He loved these rides and made many new friends as he toured around his neighborhood. He loved the navy, and always said the navy was his home. The last 10 years of his life, he looked forward to attending the Iowa Naval Reunions held annually in various locations throughout the United States. He was excited when the Iowa went to San Pedro as a museum. The last several years attending these reunions became even more important to him. It was almost an annual occurrence for him to be in the hospital days prior to leaving for the reunions, and to the chagrin of his children, would go ahead and attend these reunions. This year was no different. He spent three weeks in the hospital, got out of the hospital days before he left for this final reunion. Weakened from his stay in the hospital, diagnosed with tongue cancer, and weakened with infection, he was determined to make the trip. The highlight of this trip was when they Rang him off the ship. As he departed his beloved Iowa the final time, the ship's bells were rung, his name announced and many military saluted him as he departed the ship. It was a wonderful send off that touched and honored him deeply. Viewing, 5-7 p.m. Thursday, Aug. 20, 2015, and service 10 a.m. Friday, Aug. 21, 2015, both in the Montgomery & Steward Chapel. Online condolences,

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  1. I was so sorry to hear about the passing of your father. I was unable to attend his service. I was one of his GI nurses at St. Mary Corwin. I loved visiting with him and listening to his stories. He was such a kind, sweet man.

  2. I was sorry to have missed his funeral, I was honoring him and our friendship at woodbadge (as a three beader, myself). I wore his old campaign hat and took a bobwhite to sit in his honor at Gilwell.
    He was a good man and neighbor, always having time to engage in a good conversation or story. He helped to teach my children the joy of loving and caring for others. We’ve lost a part of our neighborhood.
    I am glad he got his last adventure, as he always seemed to be looking for one.
    My condolences to his friends and family, you are in our thoughts
    Timme Family

  3. Dob with a sadden heart I say Good bye but someday I ll see you all. Please say Hello and tell my mom and dad I love them and I ll see them someday but they are sadly missed by Jim and I tell my sister pam Hello and Love her too.

  4. Bud,Janet, Joyce, Judy, Doug and family we were so sorry to hear about your loss. Dob was a good person and we were happy to have known him. May god give your family strength to endure this difficult time. May he bless your family and heal your hearts as days goes by and you know he has joined your mom in heaven.
    Chuck and Lola Pewitt and family

  5. Even though our time together was limited, I always enjoyed visiting with him. We military guys seem to connect because of the shared misery. He was full of knowledge and life. He didn’t let his handicap limit him or keep him from accomplishing many things in his life. I was so glad he was able to attend his reunion that meant a lot to him and I think that showed his determination in life to the end, that no matter what, he was going to do it and he did. Uncle Dobb you will be missed.

    A Sailor’s Prayer
    Now I lay me down to sleep,
    I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
    Grant no other sailor take
    My shoes and socks before I wake.
    Lord guard me in my slumber
    And keep my hammock on its number.
    May no clues nor lashings break
    And let me down before I wake.
    Keep me safely in thy sight
    And grant no fire drill tonight.
    And in the morning let me wake,
    Breathing scents of sirloin steak.
    God protect me in my dreams
    And make this better than it seems. Grant the time may swiftly fly
    When myself shall rest on high.
    In a snowy feather bed,
    Where I long to rest my head,
    Far away from all the scenes
    And the smell of half-done beans.
    Take me back into the land
    Where they don’t scrub down with sand,
    Where no Demon Typhoon blows,
    Where the women wash the clothes.
    God thou knowest all my woes,
    Feed me in my dying throes.
    Take me back I’ll promise then
    Never to leave home again.
    Anchors aweigh!!

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