Stephen L. Fiero, passed away on August 23, 2025. Born on August 21, 1952, in Hastings, NE to Darrell and Phyllis (Hurley) Fiero. After graduating from Lincoln High School in 1971, Stephen enlisted with the U.S. Army. He then worked his career with Lincoln Telephone and Telegraph Company. Stephen enjoyed baking, Harley Davidson, John Deere, softball, classic rock music and old Westerns.
Family includes his daughters Janis Fiero and Carrie Lorenz-Fiero, of Lincoln; sister Wendy Fiero; 7grandchildren; mother of his children Susan Boyer-Fiero. Preceded in death by his parents and oldest daughter Kimberly.
In Stephen’s memory, take time to plant a tree, bake cookies or eat a slice of peach pie!
Memorials may be given to the family for a future designation.
6 thoughts on “Stephen L. Fiero”
I will miss my Dad and am sad about all the things he will miss out on going forward. Growing up, for me, he was hard. We had to work hard, be good, play sports, follow HIS rules, get jobs by the time we were 10, save money and be responsible. He loved his his wife Susie (our mother) and his 3 girls he raised; and he did his best. He will not be forgotten. Many lessons learned from my Dad. Carrie
Dear Fiero Families. I don’t think we’ve ever met, but Steve and I were good buddies at LHS.
Steve was pretty much an honorary Belmont Boy, as he was accepted into their circle of friends, and my friendship with him pretty much allowed me to run with these guys. The Belmont Boys were cool and had a reputation for being tough guys, although I don’t think one of them had a mean bone in their bodies.
I had my old man’s 16’ Aluminum canoe and Steve went canoeing with me at least once out at Pawnee Lake, where we would catch frogs.
As a Senior, Steve moved into an apartment at 16th & G and I think his flat was on the 6th floor. Many of us hung out there, listening to music and cutting up.
I remember Steve had a job at Chubbyville, and often time, he’s have to work when there were football or basketball games. I’d meet him after he got off work, and the place had closed.
He called it “Grubbyville.”
One of his favorite expressions that he had for dealing with jerks or bullies was that he was gonna “Jack their Jaws.” I never saw him mete out such punishment, but I always believed he’d be capable of it, if push came to shove.
He had a Rambler Sedan, probably a ‘61 or so.
About 5 of us went with him down to Tarkio, MO, to get cherry bombs and other flammable contraband. Steve opened up the throttle on the Rambler, and that was the first time I’d ever gone 100 mph. Down around Union, some guy was tailgating us, then he passed us. Steve flipped him off. Yada yada then the cop pulled us over. Steve said he never flipped him off—but rather, he was trying to scrape a big splat off of his wing window. We all behaved, but had a helluva laugh after the cop was gone. Just a warning.
We spent a lot of money on the fireworks, and had them in the trunk, but we were still smoking and tossing the butts out the windows. It’s a wonder we didn’t explode into a giant fireball.
Steve was strong and built like a fire hydrant. In some ways, so think people left me alone, because I was hanging out with Steve, and nobody in their right mind would mess with him.
As they say, Steve, “It’s not goodbye—it’s ’See ya later.’ “
Rest in peace old friend
Grandpa Steve was a great man. He exemplified what it meant to be a man, hard working, quiet and caring. He will be missed dearly.
Worked with Steve many years, rest in peace my friend and condolences to his family 🙏🏻
“Another Lincoln High Job Well Done.”