In Memory
Stephen Carl Graves, CPA
Stephen Carl Graves, CPA, 68, passed peacefully on January 22, 2015. He was a well-known CPA in San Francisco. He earned a Bachelor of Science degree at Indiana University and an MBA from UNLV. Stephen served as a non-commissioned officer in the United States Air Force. He was licensed as a CPA in California, Nevada and Indiana. Over the years he worked with Ernst & Young and served as chief auditor of the Pacific Stock Exchange. In 1988 Stephen started his own tax accounting practice. Stephen will be remembered for his love of travel and ocean cruises and was known for his many baseball caps that controlled his bountiful head of silver white hair. He is survived by his wife of 33 years, Mary Ann, one sister, Karen and three brothers Stanley Earl, Jeffrey and Wesley. A private service for family and relatives will be Wednesday, January 28th at Saint Joseph's Cemetery in San Pablo. To send flowers contact Lee's Florist at (510) 219-1526. In lieu of flowers, a donation may be made in Stephen's name to the 'Memorial Gift' scholarship fund at UNLV (http://www.unlv.edu/foundation/give-online).
Published in San Francisco Chronicle on Jan. 26, 2015
Susan K. Smith (Terry)
From Greg Dunnuck:
Steve passed away in January of 2015, in San Francisco Calif. Steve and I grew up in the same neighborhood, and attended Abbett Elementary, and Geyer Middle school together. Steve always reminded me of the "Wild and Crazy Guy" of Steve Martin Fame. Steve was an accountant by profession in the San Francisco area. Although we lost touch later in life, I will always remember him.
Thomas I. Blossom
Steve organized a sandlot baseball team when we entered Abbett, of which I was able to be a part. His Dad was occasionally present, but pretty much we were on our own getting around. He organized practices and we got pretty good - and excellent bunch of young men. We stuck together, worked on our games, and participated in, I think it was called the city or Dwenger league, playing around at city parks.
In our second year we advanced in the end-of-summer city tourney to the championship, played at the semi-pro Dwenger stadium as I remember. (I can be corrected.) We played a wonderful team of African-American ball players called the Pennsylvania Redhawks as they were from around the Pennsy tracks. We were called the WildCats, and we won.
My Dad told me to keep my eyes on the ball, and I started getting hits instead of all the strike outs. What an insight....
I have often thought Mr. MacMillen named the league for us, the Wildcat league. Steve led all that! Bless his soul - a great friend and man.