THE CLEMENT EDWARD PETTERS FAMILY

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Clement Edward (Clem) Petters; Feb 7, 1937 - Aug 27, 2002, married Feb 10, 1959
to Joan Agnes Barthle; Nov 10, 1940 - Jul 13, 1995,
they have one daughter and five sons.

Their first son was named Clement Michael (Mike) Petters; He was born Dec 25, 1959
Their second son was named Bernard Charles (Bernie) Petters; He was born Aug 09, 1961
Their third son was named Timothy John (Tim) Petters; He was born Jul 16, 1962
Their daughter was named Susan Annette(Susie) Petters; She was born Aug 11,1963
Their fourth son was named Dean Patrick Petters; He was born Dec 30, 1964
Their fifth son was named Samuel Brian (Brian) Petters; He was born Feb 07, 1967

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The life of Clement Edward (Clem) Petters
(The third son of Emma & Charlie Petters)
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MASS OF THE RESURRECTION
In memory of
Lieutenant Colonel Clement Edward Petters
Florida Army National Guard

August 31, 2002
Sacred Heart Catholic Church
St. Joseph, Florida

Rev. John Hays
Rev. Patrick Rebel
Deacon Bill Connors

OUR DAD Dad was happiest sitting in a boat, on a lake, with a line in the water. His father taught him to fish and he taught us all. We all regard him as the best fisherman we knew. Through this he developed in us a deep sence of responsibility to guide our lives.

As we moved into our adult lives in a time very different from his, he still knew how to teach us that our actions would determine where we ended up on the world. While he worked hard, he still was around for us. That was the nature of his business and he would not have it any other way. He also taught us an appreciation for our role in the broader community. His experiences from the groves or the National Guard would become the lessons we would carry forever. And the proudest moments of his life were when he swore each of us in as officers in the United States Armed Forces.

He was entirely joined to his wife, through better of worse. Whether square dancing, boating or just sitting around, he and Mom were an inseparable team. They were always where the fum was, living life to the fullest. While they settled down quite a bit in later years, they still loved being around their friends. When Mom died a piece of him died as well; they truly had become one.

He was a storyteller, who commanded attention in every room he walked into. He always had an anecdote of the "old timers" ready for any conversation. Never intimidated by a crowd, he expected everyone to accept him for who he was in any social situation. He showed us how to be comfortable with everyone from his farm hands to state governors.

Unfortunately, late in life he faced demons he could not conquer. He died on his terms, whether we liked it or not. Thankfully, the Cross gives us hope that he is in a far better place now with the one he loves the most.

As we move on in our lives, he gave us a piece of this community to hold in our hearts wherever we go. Whether or not we have a life in St. Joe in our future, we will always cherish the childhood we had here. In a very real way, this will always be "home". We only pray that we can be the parents they expected us to be.