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Steve Haynes was larger than life. I knew Steve, and through him, Sarah, Debbie and Stephen, as a iconic character in "PRICKETTS FORT: An American Frontier Musical," but often called the Pricketts Fort play. Steve portrayed Zack Morgan in 14 of the 15 seasons the play ran, and there was much worry the year he couldn't, because we all knew any substitute would not measure up. His fox cap, leather pants and linen shirt became an expected signature, as well as arriving by motorcycle. (Imagine the trooper radioing that an 18th Century re-enactor was driving a Harley.) I was delighted how many others remember Steve through the Fort times, but at his funeral, I gained insight about Steve the inspiring professor and active church member. What a notable life he lived, inspiring and entertaining thousands and leaving all of us richer for having known Steve. We'll miss you, brother.
Steve and I shared many of the same interests: Science, Drama, History and loving kids. The greatest thing we shared is our love of Jesus Christ !
I loved Dr. Haynes. He made Physics enjoyable. I learned so much during my time in his class. And he went above and beyond as a professor by meeting with us in the evenings to help along our education! And it was a joy to find that he was also a part of Chi Alpha and the church that I came to love. An amazing man indeed. He loved his students!
Thank you to the Haynes family for sharing Steve and your family with is over the years. It's funny how after so many years, your neighbors become like family. My opinion: they are family. They love you, shape you, laugh with you, worry about you, and you feel at home when they're with you. We need more of that love in this world, and the Haynes family knows this. Thanks to Steve for so many memories! When anything was too heavy, we called Steve. When my family members were sick, they brought food and prayed with us. Steve taught both my sister and I how to "throw the hawk." From the Pricketts Fort play to seeing him on campus as a colleague to just being there for us, I can't say thank you enough. After my husband passed away, Steve and Sarah were so kind and helpful. They were there with us before my mother passed away. No matter how sick he was, Steve kept going for everyone else! I'm glad Steve got the chance to see me move on to a new life with another "Fort Boy," as he used to call them. He always said "you like those Fort boys don't ya," with a big ornery smile on his face. I thank God that I found an old cassette that I converted to computer with my late husband Lew, Steve, Ronnie and Nancy Utt, and many others singing "Paradise," at the Fort years ago! God Bless - now you are in paradise! But we will miss you terribly!
I was a member of Chi Alpha as well as tenant for a brief period of time. The only way I can describe Dr. Haynes is kind, generous and really cool. He rocked a ponytail and road a motorcycle, after all! My absolute favorite memory of him is when he took me for a ride on his motorcycle around the church motorcycle. I thought he would take it pretty slow, but he didn't. He was such a fun person. I cant think of my college years and not think of him. I am so glad to have met him and he will be dearly missed.
I first met Dr. Haynes when I was a student in his Physics class. He was such an inspiring teacher, I really wanted to be like him. He brought his love of acting into the classroom and often brought props to class to demonstrate and help us learn the laws of Physics. Fortunately, Steve became a life-long friend after that. He was a wonderful man that blessed everyone he met. His friendly smile and welcoming hug will be greatly missed until we meet again. He is waiting for us with his Lord.
Stephen's family and Stephen hold many, many fond memories for the Schooleys. Most prevalent is the association John had with Stephen as Professors at FSU, talking and fellowship at McAteers restaurant and remembering that motorcycle, and a very friendly smile and always positive greeting when meeting us. The smile was one of the most real and engaging smiles which brought you immediately into the conversation with no hesitation. Although Stephen was a member of the Faculty at FSU that had nothing to do with the arts, John was professor of Music theory and they managed to have a great deal in common. Stephen's son was a student of John at FSU in Music theory. Frequently we have commented over the years regarding Stephen's performance at Prickett's Fort in the play written by Seseen Francis, (another dear friend in the arts community), which has remained a milestone in our memory. Stephen's contribution to theatre is more than noteworthy. We held great love, respect and admiration for Dr. Stephen Haynes throughout all of our years and will continue to do so..we have prayed steadily for him and his family. God will keep Stephen in his fold....and his family as well. We have been privileged to know the Haynes's over the years. Stephen will be more than missed. His good works, and magnificent life on earth are a testimony to all. P.S. It just seems like yesterday that we were at Bob Evans with the Haynes family when our daughter was just very, very little.
Dale and Steve taught together at Fairmont State for many happy years and enjoyed many games of Backgammon together. He was a great man and a great friend. Condolences to his family.
I remember him as so very, very kind and gentle with me and everyone. also, I he was a true servant leader.! Love you all. Special hug and love to Sarah, my long time friend.
In honor of Dr. Steve Haynes, the man whose testimony brought me to Christ Jesus, and then hundreds of others, while I was on the mission field in Ecuador and Latin America, I write to respect his memory. Without Dr. Haynes testimony I never would have been saved, he was a man of science and a man of God! My Mom was a woman of God, she would always invite me to a Friday night prayer meeting at the Jesus Outreach. I always would say "no" because that was my date night with my girlfriend at that time. I broke up with her and didn't have anything else to do, so I accepted my Mom's invitation that night. Little did I know that Dr. Haynes would be there. It was the only time he was ever there, God arranged it all. Dr. Haynes was my Physics Professor, and I was a Physics major. Dr. Haynes was a man of science and a man of God! In class he wasn't able to openly discuses Christianity, but several things he had said made me wonder if he was a Christian. That night, seeing and hearing the testimony of a man of God and a man of science, when he gave the invitation I stepped forward. My life was changed. Within six months, I dropped out of college and was on a banana boat on my way to the mission field in Ecuador. In Ecuador I found my wonderful wife Blanca, who is sticking with during this time of great trial. Right now ALS has left me totally paralyzed. Blanca is overwhelmed with all she has to do to care for me. I am even on a ventilator, unable to breath on my own. Thanks to physics and modern technology I am able to write this with my eye. I have had an abundant life, 23 years on the mission field, three wonderful children and much more. I attribute all to God, and His servant Dr. Steve Haynes. Not only did Dr. Haynes and his wife Sarah have supported us sacrificially through the years, even providing the home where we now live. I am greatly saddened by Dr. Haynes passing, but I have great joy knowing he's dancing on streets of gold!
I first met Steve at the University of Tennessee, Martin (then UTMB) my freshman year 1959-60. Steve was a sophomore that year and we sang together in a college quintet. We would travel around the area and preform in school assemblies attempting to "drum up" students for UTMB. Steve always kept the travel interesting and entertained us with his tales as we drove around crammed into an old university car that had a governor on it so that we couldn't speed over 45 miles an hour! We had to leave early many days to arrive on time because when we would try to pass another car or ascend a hill the car would cut out! That spring the music department staged the musical "Down in the Valley". Steve and I both had lead roles in that show and had so much fun wooing the heroine. Steve was a wonderful college friend whom I will always remember with such fondness.
Our favorite memory of Steve is leading worship at Trinity Assembly of God in Fairmont--especially at Christmas time when he would sing, "Siiiii-lent Niiiii-ght, Holy Niiiii-ght" in his Southern drawl. We send much love to the family.
When we moved to Fairmont Sarah and Steve welcomed us with open arms and assisted us in every way possible. When I was hired at Fairmont State as a Nursing faculty member, Steve's office was next to mine. He was always helpful and kind as I "learned the ropes." Steve's classroom was just down the hall from our offices. I would over hear his lectures and marvel at how animated he was in class and how he held the students' attention. He was great to help his students understand the difficult subject he was teaching. I am so sorry for his loss. He will be remembered well.
I will always hold dear in my heart the teepee he built in his backyard.. It was so amazing to me!! Deb and I would play, read, talk, giggle for hours. One of my dearest childhood memories. He was such a great man and always made me feel as if I was one of his own. Love and miss you Dr. Haynes
Uncle Steve was quite a character, and I will miss him tremendously. He loved life, and he invited everyone to have fun with him. With a PhD in nuclear physics, he helped inspire me to pursue the subject. He taught me to throw a tomahawk, he sharpened my chess skills in our numerous games together, and he showed me how to load and fire a flintlock rifle. When I was little, he would tease me by saying things like, ‘Boy, you’ve got scruples,’ and ‘My, you’re covered up with garments,’ and ‘I’ll bet you slumber in your bed,’ and ‘You’ve got quite an ancestry.’ Not knowing confidently knowing the meanings of the words scruples, garments, slumber, and ancestry, he gave a little boy a lot to worry about. Whenever he came to visit us in West Tennessee, he’d take us to the Dixie Gun Works in Union City, where racks of old firearms and knives and all sorts of related paraphernalia kept us kids interested and engaged. Later in life he came to be known to my nieces and nephews as Uncle Grandpa and Chief Nincompoop, especially when he dressed up in leather britches and fox-skin hat. Having built his own replica muzzle-loading rifle, winning several tomahawk-throwing contests, and growing out his beard and hair, he became a regular reenactor at Prickett’s Fort State Park near his home in Fairmont, West Virginia. I’ll never forget on the weekend of the wedding of his daughter Debbie, he invited a bunch of us out-of-town family to his house. There was a whole gang of youngsters ranging from 5 years old to early teens in the group, and we all assembled in a big room with the kids on the floor. He gave the young-uns little drums, headbands, feathers, animal tails, and even some paint to put on their faces. I seem to recall his wife Sarah lightly beating on a large drum and shaking some home-fashioned rattle. Then entered Uncle Steve, all decked out in his frontier outfit, carrying a tomahawk and animal skins. He danced and chanted, mesmerizing those children (and the whole crowd, for that matter) – he held us all captivated in the palm of his hand with all those strange words and incantations. What a guy!