Steven Boswell

Steven “Steve” Jack Boswell, 71 of Whitten, IA passed away December 23, 2020 at Allen Hospital in Waterloo, Iowa. He was surrounded by his two sons, who were the pride and joy of his life as well as his fiancé. Cremation rights were accorded and a graveside service is being planned for the spring. The Anderson Funeral Homes of Conrad has been entrusted with the arrangements. Online condolences may be sent to www.andersonfhs.com.

 

Steve was born on December 2, 1949, in Marshalltown, IA to Jack and Bernice (Dudley) Boswell. Steve was raised in Conrad, IA where he loved being on the farm surrounded by animals and nature. He graduated from BCL High School in 1968. Steve was united in marriage to Lynn Avery on October 16, 1971. From this union, his two children, Jason and Ryan were born. They later divorced, but remained friends over the years. Steve worked as a truck driver most of his life, before retiring in 2011. He loved the outdoors, hunting and fishing were his true passions. These passions created much material for his gift of storytelling and as Steve retold stories, “the fish” or “the buck” always got bigger! He passed his love of the outdoors and hunting to Jason and Ryan. Every year the boys were missing from school the first week in November, as prime deer season was a holiday in Steve’s book. Steve enjoyed nothing more than a good weekend of hunting with his boys and lifelong friends Tim Friday and Al Huisman.

 

Upon arriving in heaven, Steve is walking into the arms of his beloved mother, Bernice, father, Jack and sisters, Mary Alice, Bonnie, Betty Lue and Darlene. He is also joining his niece, Denise and nephew, Nathan. Left to cherish his memory and re-tell his stories, are his sons: Jason (Angie) Boswell of Ankeny, IA, and Ryan (Kyla) Boswell of Marshalltown, IA; four grandchildren: Madison, Hunter, Jaxson, and Gianna. Steve also leaves behind his loving little sister Peggy (Joe) Kriegel of Des Moines, IA, and many nieces and nephews. His fiancé, Barb Monson, is also left to cherish the time she shared with Steve. “When I enter through the pearly gates, and come into your glory land, instead of the mansion you promised, Lord... How about just an ole’ tree stand?” Steve is now sitting in his tree stand in the sky and will be watching over us and those big bucks.