Stephen Paul Carroll

December 19, 1962 - December 23, 2021

Stephen Paul Carroll, born December 19, 1962 in Quito Ecuador passed away peacefully on December 23rd in his home in Chestertown, MD, just past his 59th birthday. Steve (“Sid” to some) is survived by his father, Brendan Joseph Carroll and his step-mother Janet Carroll, as well as his three sisters and his nieces and nephews: Siobhan Becker and son Aidan, Patricia Wick and daughter Cameron and sons Brendan and Sean, and Denise Andrews, her husband Stephen and daughters Tara, Caleigh and Olivia. Steve has joined his beloved mother, Ardis Pahl Carroll and is most likely cooking up some fabulous meals for the two of them and his grandparents, two uncles and several friends that have passed before him. Steve had always approached life as if failing was only possible if you didn’t try. He was creatively gifted, and beginning in high school, in Mt. Lebanon, PA, he taught himself many skills including car mechanics and detailing, carpentry, woodworking, and furniture making - all this before “Youtube”and “google” could show you how it was done. His pride and joy was a1972 Riviera with a rebuilt engine and full surround sound system he painted banana yellow. Needless to say, Steve and his “banana boat” never went unnoticed. In addition to tinkering in the garage, Steve loved animals and he was always bringing creatures - kittens, mice, guinea pigs, fish, and more - home to live. Not much for traditional classroom learning, Steve graduated high school early to join the United States Marine Corps in 1981. “Semper Fi” became his lifelong motto. After the Marines, he travelled the world and eventually settled long enough to earn a Culinary Certificate at Ballymaloe Cookery School in County Cork, Ireland. From there Steve moved to Australia to ply his new cheffing trade. Steve had a true gift of gab, and made “mates” easily and wherever he went. He believed that everyone had a story to tell if you gave them a chance to tell it. Steve eventually settled in Chestertown, MD where he could often be seen fishing the Chester River. His mates all describe Steve as having been a true, loyal and empathetic friend, helping out anyone whenever he could. His loyalty, love and admiration of his family knew no bounds, and despite the distance, Steve would find a way to connect with each of them as often as possible. Your life was taken to soon, Steve. Until we see you again, “G’day Mate”