Peter was one of my best friends in High School and was always fun to be around. Guy, Peter, and myself had many many good times at the farm growing up and learning to work hard and play even harder. I'll miss you my old friend R.I.P.
My prayers to the family and friends of Peter Kole. I did not know Peter very well but he was a part of a caring and loving family. May he rest in peace in heaven.
Although I was not in the in crowd and I didn't ever go out to the Kole farm, I do remember Peter being such a clown in school. Always pretending to run into a door or something to make us all laugh. So sad to hear about his death. Prayers to all his family for comfort and strength during this difficult time.
Here's to great times we had, in what seems almost another life: Years at East Chambers and summers at your family's farm. It was not the end of the world, but I think you could see it from there.Isolated, but plenty of things to do and plenty of cousins to do it with.I remember skinny dipping in a pond in the middle of nowhere, jet boats, Joker the barn-sour horse you gave me to ride, that would jump any ditch or fence to bolt right up to the barn door and slam on his brakes!Thanks again, cuz for the barn-sour horse!!
I remember doodle bugs, and combines, all sorts of tools, a huge shop, and a multi level tree house.... and later seining nets full of catfish, ready to be skinned using a nail on the barn wall. How about the honeycomb robbed from another farm building wall?Remember waking up at 2am to chew that sweet loot harvested that day? In a kitchen with a built-in griddle! With seating for 14!!!
How about windows forming a breezeway in your family room, with the smell of the land breeze coming from the gulf...and a huge fireplace. Memories of 8mm film projected in the hallway end hallway, from a missionary home on leave.
I can still remember you, Guy and Billy Carol faking fights in the school hallways, and kicking the doorframe as you walked into classes.Always good-natured, always a friend.You loved to laugh, and you made everyone else enjoy it too.
And memories of several Halloween evenings, where we threw eggs at every participating car or truck we encountered on the roads of Winnie. We used my old rusted out Biscayne Chevy, with rusted through floors in the back seat. A real hazard if you dragged your feet. But if the cops stopped you, you could just put your eggs on the ground as they searched your car, and once they told us to go home, we just picked them up again. And on the way home, you saw a truck with cases of eggs in the bed surrounded by throwers, so we shut off our lights and drove the wrong way in a one-way street to catch them head on, by surprise.
And after the fun we would drive out to the your farm, eggs from the many night battles dried on my junk car’s paint job during the trip. And I remember (and still can’t believe) that we washed dried egg off a hot car with gasoline from the farm pump.(Guess that was still a secret.Sorry I had to tell.)We should have passed then, eh?
I have thought of you often over the years.Now I wish I had made a trip up to Arkansas to see you.But soon enough we will all make the trip you have now made, and we will rejoice together again.
Good bye old friend…. May God richly bless our great families and friends with happy remembrances, salvation and ever increasing spiritual consequence, till we laugh again together.
Billy Stevens (1971)
Peter was one of my best friends in High School and was always fun to be around. Guy, Peter, and myself had many many good times at the farm growing up and learning to work hard and play even harder. I'll miss you my old friend R.I.P.
Lois Cuniff (Griffiths) (1976)
My prayers to the family and friends of Peter Kole. I did not know Peter very well but he was a part of a caring and loving family. May he rest in peace in heaven.Carol Barton (Gentz) (1971)
Although I was not in the in crowd and I didn't ever go out to the Kole farm, I do remember Peter being such a clown in school. Always pretending to run into a door or something to make us all laugh. So sad to hear about his death. Prayers to all his family for comfort and strength during this difficult time.
Debra Deculus (1975)
I didn't remember Peter Kole. My Prayers to the family of Peter Kole.
Ralph McBride (1971)
To my cousin Peter Kole in his passing:
Dear Peter,
Here's to great times we had, in what seems almost another life: Years at East Chambers and summers at your family's farm. It was not the end of the world, but I think you could see it from there. Isolated, but plenty of things to do and plenty of cousins to do it with. I remember skinny dipping in a pond in the middle of nowhere, jet boats, Joker the barn-sour horse you gave me to ride, that would jump any ditch or fence to bolt right up to the barn door and slam on his brakes! Thanks again, cuz for the barn-sour horse!!
I remember doodle bugs, and combines, all sorts of tools, a huge shop, and a multi level tree house.... and later seining nets full of catfish, ready to be skinned using a nail on the barn wall. How about the honeycomb robbed from another farm building wall? Remember waking up at 2am to chew that sweet loot harvested that day? In a kitchen with a built-in griddle! With seating for 14!!!
How about windows forming a breezeway in your family room, with the smell of the land breeze coming from the gulf...and a huge fireplace. Memories of 8mm film projected in the hallway end hallway, from a missionary home on leave.
I can still remember you, Guy and Billy Carol faking fights in the school hallways, and kicking the doorframe as you walked into classes. Always good-natured, always a friend. You loved to laugh, and you made everyone else enjoy it too.
And memories of several Halloween evenings, where we threw eggs at every participating car or truck we encountered on the roads of Winnie. We used my old rusted out Biscayne Chevy, with rusted through floors in the back seat. A real hazard if you dragged your feet. But if the cops stopped you, you could just put your eggs on the ground as they searched your car, and once they told us to go home, we just picked them up again. And on the way home, you saw a truck with cases of eggs in the bed surrounded by throwers, so we shut off our lights and drove the wrong way in a one-way street to catch them head on, by surprise.