Steven was born in the capital of make-believe and dreams otherwise known as Hollywood, California. His parents were Richard and Virginia Vine who had migrated from the mid-west to sunny southern California in the 1930's. Steven and his sister Valarie were born in the 1940's just as the baby boom generation was getting underway. Steven's father wanted to be a singer and his mother needed to go to work, so both he and his sister were boarded out during the week, coming home on weekends to their little house near the L.A. River in Sherman Oaks, California. It was a strange childhood with an absentee father and weekend visits to their mother. Richard got a show on Broadway (Kismet), and the whole family came together for one brief shining moment in Manhattan in 1954. Once the show ended, so did the marriage, and Steven, his sister and mother found themselves on the island of Manhattan, "learning the ropes" of life in a metropolis. Steven was accepted at the prestigious St. Thomas Choir School where he was both boarded and schooled for the next few years. He had a beautiful boy soprano voice. He looked angelic in his choir robes. Years passed. Steven sang in the choir every Sunday on Fifth Avenue in the gorgeous and gothic St. Thomas Church, and in 1959 when he graduated, was awarded the Headmaster's trophy which was a great honor. Steven briefly attended Trinity Pawling prep school, but like Holden Caulfield, couldn't obey the rules. He came back to California in 1960 and for the next 47 years of his life tried to figure out what life was all about. He was a poster boy for the 60's. He loved rock and roll. He loved the lyrics and genius of Bob Dylan. He loved women. He was an extraordinary photographer. He grew to be a tall, graceful, good-looking fellow who was gifted in so many ways. He was gentle with animals and loved his cat "Phantom" who like himself loved the night. He was blessed with a son, Morgan in 1968, and later with two fantastic grandchildren, Tanner and Taylor, who got to know shortly before his death from prostate cancer in 2007. He liked to sign his notes with the name "White Cat". Wherever you may roam White Cat, your sister hopes you are finally at peace.
Steven was born in the capital of make-believe and dreams otherwise known as Hollywood, California. His parents were Richard and Virginia Vine who had migrated from the mid-west to sunny southern California in the 1930's. Steven and his sister Valarie were born in the 1940's just as the baby boom generation was getting underway. Steven's father wanted to be a singer and his mother needed to go to work, so both he and his sister were boarded out during the week, coming home on weekends to their little house near the L.A. River in Sherman Oaks, California. It was a strange childhood with an absentee father and weekend visits to their mother. Richard got a show on Broadway (Kismet), and the whole family came together for one brief shining moment in Manhattan in 1954. Once the show ended, so did the marriage, and Steven, his sister and mother found themselves on the island of Manhattan, "learning the ropes" of life in a metropolis. Steven was accepted at the prestigious St. Thomas Choir School where he was both boarded and schooled for the next few years. He had a beautiful boy soprano voice. He looked angelic in his choir robes. Years passed. Steven sang in the choir every Sunday on Fifth Avenue in the gorgeous and gothic St. Thomas Church, and in 1959 when he graduated, was awarded the Headmaster's trophy which was a great honor. Steven briefly attended Trinity Pawling prep school, but like Holden Caulfield, couldn't obey the rules. He came back to California in 1960 and for the next 47 years of his life tried to figure out what life was all about. He was a poster boy for the 60's. He loved rock and roll. He loved the lyrics and genius of Bob Dylan. He loved women. He was an extraordinary photographer. He grew to be a tall, graceful, good-looking fellow who was gifted in so many ways. He was gentle with animals and loved his cat "Phantom" who like himself loved the night. He was blessed with a son, Morgan in 1968, and later with two fantastic grandchildren, Tanner and Taylor, who got to know shortly before his death from prostate cancer in 2007. He liked to sign his notes with the name "White Cat". Wherever you may roam White Cat, your sister hopes you are finally at peace.
Family Members
Half Siblings
Children
