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In Memory

Vadal Peterson ** (Vice Principal)

Vadal W. Peterson, age 76, passed away November 3, 1991, in Salt Lake City, Utah.

He was born in Huntsville, Utah, May 2, 1915 to Vadal and Elvira Lillian Wood Peterson. He has been a teacher and administrator in the Salt Lake City School System for 42 years. He served on many committees and was president of the Secondary School Principal Association. In recent years he had been a real estate agent. Vadal graduated from the University of Utah with B.S and M.S. degrees and attended Stanford and Indiana Universities for post-graduate study.He always loved athletics. Starting out as a water-boy with the U of U varsity basketball team, he participated in sports activities throughout his high school and college years. He played, supervised, and refereed many athletic programs in church and school.

"Pete", as friends and family knew him,

was a sincere, honest, dedicated man. He loved his family and worked hard to support and help them.

He was an active member of the LDS Church and served in many positions. During World War II, he served as a chaplain with the U.S. Army in the Philippines and Japan. He married Bette

Andersen in 1941; later divorced. He married

Gertrude Thody Morgan in 1957.

He is survived by his wife; son and daughters, Patricia Hoff (Bill); Robert (Judy); Kathryn Wright (David); Ann Tempest (Steve); and Margo Boyer (Ron); 20 grandchildren; brothers, Wood and Don; and a sister, Laura Ruiz. Preceded in death by a brother, Ray.

(Mr. Peterson was the father of classmate, Kathy Peterson)

 

 
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04/01/16 04:04 PM #1    

Ron Christensen

Who can forget Vadal Petersen, our Vice Principal with those Marty Feldman eyes.  He was a nice guy but the butt of some rather cruel jokes like the story about how Vadel came out of a classroom and was bumped by a student walking by.  The story goes . . . Mr. Petersen said "Why don't you look where you're going."  And the student replied "Why don't you go where you're looking!"  I never really knew him which probably speaks well of my behavior at East. Or . . . maybe I was good at not getting caught for my shinanigans.


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