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Karl A. Peterson, 57, of Solebury Township, Pennsylvania passed away Monday, February 23, 1998 at Jefferson hospital in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Funeral services were held Saturday, February 28 at 10:a.m. at our lady of Mr. Carmel Church in Doylestown, PA. Burial was in Our Lady of Czestochowa Cemetery.
Mr. Peterson was born in Cherokee to Alden Knute Peterson and Mary (Srock) Urban. He attended Rider College in Lawenceville, New Jersey and maw married to Cathie (Keller) Peterson. He served with the U.S. Army in Korea. He had worked for DeLaval Turbine, Inc., Trenton, New Jersey, 13 years; Alpha-Laval Separation, Warminster, PA 16 years, and was quality control manager of Lag Industries, Inc. in Lansdale, PA, 4 years.
He was a member of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, serving as usher, and an active member of the New Hope-Solebury Community Association. He was very involved in youth organizations, acting as coach for both Little League and soccer.
Survivors include his wife, Cathie; a son, Karl A. Peterson II, Portland, Oregon; two daughters; Erika and her husband, Edward Glosenger, Hamilton, New Jersey; and Kristi Peterson, Boulder, Colorado; a granddaughter, Emilie Glosenger, a brother, Michael Urban, Cherokee; an niece; two nephews; and his mother-in-law, Mary Zentnor, Hamilton, New Jersey.
He was preceded in death by his parents.
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Paul Fuhrman
Eulogy given by Karl’s son at his funeralTime to Cry
Long ago, I was but two
At midnight I cried, you knew what to do
A much greater chore than the casual rock
Into the car and around the block
Until I slept, you drove
Then set me back in my nocturnal cove
With us kids you never did miss
The chance for a bedtime kiss
It's Time to Sleep
As we grew you were always there
Encouraging us to give and share
How many times were you up at dawn
Helping a friend cut their lawn
You always gave your time, to the girls and me
And to others, your help was free
Especially when it would snow
Into the Jeep, to plow, you'd go
It's Time to Give
You loved us more then words can say
And showed each and every day
Mom always came first in your mind
The three of us, not far behind
In love you were never done
If asked you would have given us the sun
We all knew how much you cared
By the love you showed, the time you shared
It's Time to Love
You could work better then anyone I've seen
Our family together made a great team
Working on the house or under the hood ...
The weekend projects or cutting wood
Oma said, "Pete can fix anything!", and somehow you knew
Just what was wrong, or if you needed a crew
Like when you built the bam with all the neighborhood
You toiled all summer the way you thought you would
It's Time to Work
The play times too, sure meant a lot
The football toss, the basketball shot
The soccer games, talk about luck
You had the big, orange, pick-up truck
We'd pile in back, for the long commute
And scream and holler the entire route
In winter you pulled us all on sleds
Until we were tired and ready for bed
It's Time to Play
A smile from you was easy to see
You laughed all the time, especially at me
Like the time when I was really stuck
Into the river I drove that truck
Or you and Mom we could always find
Making jokes about the daily grind
With Erika and with Kristi too
We were all so happy to be with you
It's Time to Laugh
And so with life all things must end
Our loving father, our closest friend
We love you so for showing us life
Your friends, family, and wife
My only wish is that I can be
As great a father as you were to me
Dad, to you now, we say, "Goodbye
And wait for us up in the sky."
It's Time to Cry