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Steven E. Showell, former Oneida County resident, died Tuesday, September 16, 1997, near Goldfield Esmarelda County, Nevada.
Apparently the truck he was operating started to roll while he was out of the vehicle. While attempting to get back into his truck he slipped and it ran over him. Esmaelda County official report.
At the time of his death he was employed by Halstead and Son Trucking of Lund, Nevada, subcontractors for Mineral Ridge Mining in Silver King, Nevada.

Steven E. Showell
Steven Ed Showell, 58, former Malad and Stone resident, died Tuesday, September 16, 1997 near Ely, Nevada, from injuries sustained in an accident.
He was born July 6, 1939 in Tremonton, Utah, a son of Rollin E. and Effie Young Showell. He received his education in Stone, Tremonton, Malad and Utah State University.
He married Lugene Peterson and they divorced. He later married Jean Marie Christensen and they divorced.
Most of his life was spent ranching in the Curlew Valley. He raised cattle and loved to ride and rope. He moved to Malad and was involved in the sheep business and long haul trucking. At the time of his death he was living in Ely, Nevada.
Steve is survived by one son, Christian (Melinda) Showell, of Malad; one daughter, Cathy (Jay) Madsen, of Hanford, California; four grandchildren: Derek, Deke, Dyston, and Donovan Madsen; two brothers, Mess R. (Marilyn) and Sidney (Sharon) both of Stone, Idaho; and one sister, Jeanine (W. Eugene) Hansen of Salt Lake City, Utah.
Funeral services were held Monday, September 22, 1997 in the Benson-Horsley Funeral Home, Malad.
Tied Up
No more will I pull the throttle
No more will I set the air,
No more will I pull the whistle cord,
And listen to the blare.
Never again will I brace myself
As I feel the engine’s swerve
Never again will I hold her u
As she rocks around a curve
The little kids that waved at me
And the towns that thundered past.
Are lost to me, for Father Time
Has taken his toll at last.
Those long dark night, those eerie dawns
Those smokestacks roaring blast
Those peaceful farms that drifted by
Are a part of my life that’s past.
When looking back in retrospect
There’ll come to me the thrills
That I felt when she thundered through some sag
Or labored up the hills.
I have lived my life, there are no regrets
I have no cause to grieve
But the fellowship of all my friends
Is the thing that’s hard to leave
I leave them now with kindly thoughts
As I finish this last run
But with all the grief and hardships
It has been a lot of fun.

Note of Thanks
We wish to express our sincere thanks and appreciation to all of our family, friends and neighbors for the kindness, care and concern shown at the time of the death of our father, Steven E. Showell.
Jay and Cathy Madsen
Chris and Melinda Showell