There is no possible way I could list every member of my family without somebody popping up and telling me they were my third cousin twice removed on my aunt's side and wonder why they weren't included. It's my web page and I'll put whatever and whoever I wish here and nobody should feel slighted. If they do, well give me an e-mail and a picture and I'll be more than glad to post you here.

Now, onto my Family (and friends) page.

First, look at this picture. This is where I grew up. Yes, we lived in a teepee for a while, until we finished building the ranch house out of wooden ammo boxes. The guy standing off to the left is my father's brother Raymond Schively, my uncle. He lived with us for a while, then moved to Arkansas. I see him once a year, maybe. The other two adults are my father Frank Schively and my mother Deborah Schively. The two kids in front are me and my brother. I'm in the blue, Jeff in the red. It's a nice old photograph, eh? We look like pioneers.

I'll start with my mother, since she brought me into the world and all. She was born Deborah Jo Calvo and was born in Casa Grande, Arizona. Her and my Dad met in Phoenix and got married. Two years later, there I was. These days, she's the Human Resources manager for the Sears store in Flagstaff, Arizona. She still goes river tripping every summer and loves every minute of it.

Next is my father, born Francis William Schively. He's a professional southwest artist. He can paint like nobody's business. Go look at his website and you will be impressed. He built our ranch house with his bare hands and is an adventurer extraordinare. He still river trips every summer and tries to get out backpacking as much as possible. People say I'm the spitting image of him, but I dunno...

This is my one and only brother, Jeff. He's two years younger than me and works as a GIS specialist and staff biologist for HDR in Alaska. He moved there in May of 2000 with his wife. Check out his website, too. He's into climbing and stuff, and sometimes I go with him. People say we look like brothers, but we look nothing alike.

This is my brother's wife Stephanie. She's like the sister I never had-- if you don't count Jeff. Ha! She's into climbing and stuff, too. We introduced her to the river once and that's probably why she married Jeff. Just to score river trips. She's cool-- my best friend besides my brother.

These are the Johnsons, Wayne and Renee. They're more aunt and uncle to me and my brother than any of our real ones are. They are river trippers, too, and co-founders of Bozo Ball. They live in Phoenix, but come up pretty often to hang out and do fun things. Wayne has a web page too, associated with Glendale Community College, where he teaches Geology.

This is Stevie, my youngest cousin. She claims I'm her favorite cousin, but I don't believe it. She only likes me for my 4-disc "Lord of The Rings" DVD. And the fact that I fall down a lot.

This is Taryn, another cousin. While my brother and I top out at six foot plus, Taryn doesn't even look remotely related. We like to joke when she comes into the room, looking well over her head and asking "Oh, is Taryn here?" Then we look down, pretending to be surprised. Ha! We're not really being mean-- teasing is just a form of affection.

Of course there are others, I'll list them: --Oma and Opa Schively (born Wiltrud and Frank): my grandparents on my Dad's side. --Nana and Tata Calvo (born Norma Jean and Jose): my grandparents on my Mom's side. --all the aunts and uncles on my Mom's side: Louie and Nancy Calvo, Terry and Ceci Calvo, Pam and Mike Hrube, Millie Calvo. --all my cousins from that same side: Ciara, Kristi, Shannan, Myriah, and Tara. --Don McCoy: geologist and explosives guy, old friend of my Dad's, aka "Boom-boom" --Dan Kirk: another river-guy