Carl Peterson Passed Jan. 6, 1912 – Oct. 9, 2014
By Patrick Cabello Hansel
He who passed the span
From horses to spaceships,
From telegrams to Twitter,
From sitting around the radio
On cold nights, listening
To “Hit Parade” and “Sky King”
To the first black and white TV,
Then color, then laptops,
Now watches you can surf from,
From the “ja” of Swedish
To the “yes” of English
To the “si” of Spanish
All still spoken in his town,
His community, his Phillips.
His hands, trained to mold
Metal to magnificent shapes,
To caress his wife, to
Build his workshop,
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Remembering Dad
- Bob Albee and Carl Peterson in Bob”'s backyard enjoying the laughter of Bob only having his 60th Birthday Party
- Carl celebrating with Helen Peterson their 73rd Wedding Anniversary on August 25th of 2013. Behind Carl and Helen is their daughter, Janet Gillespie.
By Janet Gillespie
Editor”'s note: The Alley posed a couple dozen questions (omitted to save space) to Carl”'s daughter Janet. Her personal anecdotal and illustrative answers have been arranged into this narrative by Sue Hunter Weir. We invite readers to enjoy this insight of Carl and Helen and to also use it as an example of writing about the loved ones in your families.
My dad was a second-generation American because his dad”'s dad was born in Donovan, Illinois to Swedish immigrant parents. My dad”'s mom was born in Sweden. She came to America just to visit and met my Grandpa at the Swedish Mission Tabernacle in Chicago (my grandpa was working as a motorman on the streetcars in Chicago at the time).… Read the rest “Remembering Dad”












