Sherwood E. Peterson and his twin sister, Shirley E. Peterson (Find A Grave Memorial #64986943) were born to G. Arvid and Mary (Daniels) Peterson. He also had an older brother, Gary. The family's nickname for him was "Sonny." He graduated from high school in his hometown of Jamestown, New York and joined the US Army as soon as he was of age, where he was trained as a lineman at Fort Monmouth, New Jersey, climbing telephone poles. Sent to Alaska and assigned to the 272nd Signal Company (Combat) at Fort Wainwright just outside of Fairbanks, he was later reassigned to the unit supply clerk position. His friends in his Army unit called him "Pete" and "Petey." He was an inveterate fly-fisherman and had always kept an extremely detailed journal of the fishing he had done back home in New York State. While in Alaska, he would snow ski with fellow soldiers, and also tie his own flies for fly-fishing for hours, especially during the long winter evenings.
During summers, he and his friend and roommate would also spend weekends fly-fishing at the junction of Julian Creek and Clear Creek just south of Fairbanks. The two had heard in town about an old fellow who had retired from the Alaska Railroad and built a log cabin with fish and moose camps south of Fairbanks at the creek junction. The old gent had an open invitation for guests to come to his property and fish, and they quickly took him up on the offer. Both creeks, being glacier-fed, were crystal clear and ice cold. They were also full of grayling, a lovely cold-water sport fish similar to a trout but with a larger dorsal fin. Back in those days the train that linked Fairbanks with Anchorage, a 12-hour train ride to the south, would stop anywhere you wanted to get on or off. All you had to do was wait by the tracks and wave it down, and climb off, or throw on your moose or caribou carcass and climb aboard. Pete and his pal used to have the train let them off at the start of a long trail leading back through the forest to the old man's cabin. Pete would act as instructor, giving his friend pointers on the art and science of fly-fishing. They would pull grayling in all day long, and when they got hungry the old man had a campfire ring with a frying pan next to a lean-to, and they would fry up a meal of grayling right there by the creek. (While they are known as creeks in Alaska, they would surely be called rivers in most of the "Lower 48.") Pete was a voracious reader of anything that had to do with fly-fishing, and a self-described victim of "Trout Madness" (the addiction of fly-fishing for trout at every opportunity regardless of the circumstances). He loved the music of Marianne Faithful and Joan Baez, and also Herman and the Hermits, which were all popular during the mid-1960s.
After his honorable discharge from the US Army, he enrolled at Cornell University as a Fishery Science major. He met his future wife, Nancy, while a student there. They moved to Lancaster, Pennsylvania after graduation, where he worked for Icthyological Associates of Ithica, New York, a consultant for Philadelphia Electric. He also built custom trout ponds for the rich and famous.
He lived life to its fullest, with fishing, hunting and travel. He also liked to scuba dive and snow ski, and he enjoyed cruises and parties. He owned a home in a beautiful location, among the Amish, near Gap, Pennsylvania. The property had three separate ponds, stocked with trout. He had trouble with the gray herons fishing out his stocked trout. There was an island in one of the ponds on which parties were held. He had two nice dogs--a terrier and Rottweiler. The latter outlived him, and went to a nice farm near Lancaster, Pennsylvania. He is interred next to his father and his sister, Shirley. He is survived by his mother Mary, his wife Nancy and a son, Tim Peterson.
During summers, he and his friend and roommate would also spend weekends fly-fishing at the junction of Julian Creek and Clear Creek just south of Fairbanks. The two had heard in town about an old fellow who had retired from the Alaska Railroad and built a log cabin with fish and moose camps south of Fairbanks at the creek junction. The old gent had an open invitation for guests to come to his property and fish, and they quickly took him up on the offer. Both creeks, being glacier-fed, were crystal clear and ice cold. They were also full of grayling, a lovely cold-water sport fish similar to a trout but with a larger dorsal fin. Back in those days the train that linked Fairbanks with Anchorage, a 12-hour train ride to the south, would stop anywhere you wanted to get on or off. All you had to do was wait by the tracks and wave it down, and climb off, or throw on your moose or caribou carcass and climb aboard. Pete and his pal used to have the train let them off at the start of a long trail leading back through the forest to the old man's cabin. Pete would act as instructor, giving his friend pointers on the art and science of fly-fishing. They would pull grayling in all day long, and when they got hungry the old man had a campfire ring with a frying pan next to a lean-to, and they would fry up a meal of grayling right there by the creek. (While they are known as creeks in Alaska, they would surely be called rivers in most of the "Lower 48.") Pete was a voracious reader of anything that had to do with fly-fishing, and a self-described victim of "Trout Madness" (the addiction of fly-fishing for trout at every opportunity regardless of the circumstances). He loved the music of Marianne Faithful and Joan Baez, and also Herman and the Hermits, which were all popular during the mid-1960s.
After his honorable discharge from the US Army, he enrolled at Cornell University as a Fishery Science major. He met his future wife, Nancy, while a student there. They moved to Lancaster, Pennsylvania after graduation, where he worked for Icthyological Associates of Ithica, New York, a consultant for Philadelphia Electric. He also built custom trout ponds for the rich and famous.
He lived life to its fullest, with fishing, hunting and travel. He also liked to scuba dive and snow ski, and he enjoyed cruises and parties. He owned a home in a beautiful location, among the Amish, near Gap, Pennsylvania. The property had three separate ponds, stocked with trout. He had trouble with the gray herons fishing out his stocked trout. There was an island in one of the ponds on which parties were held. He had two nice dogs--a terrier and Rottweiler. The latter outlived him, and went to a nice farm near Lancaster, Pennsylvania. He is interred next to his father and his sister, Shirley. He is survived by his mother Mary, his wife Nancy and a son, Tim Peterson.
Sherwood E. Peterson and his twin sister, Shirley E. Peterson (Find A Grave Memorial #64986943) were born to G. Arvid and Mary (Daniels) Peterson. He also had an older brother, Gary. The family's nickname for him was "Sonny." He graduated from high school in his hometown of Jamestown, New York and joined the US Army as soon as he was of age, where he was trained as a lineman at Fort Monmouth, New Jersey, climbing telephone poles. Sent to Alaska and assigned to the 272nd Signal Company (Combat) at Fort Wainwright just outside of Fairbanks, he was later reassigned to the unit supply clerk position. His friends in his Army unit called him "Pete" and "Petey." He was an inveterate fly-fisherman and had always kept an extremely detailed journal of the fishing he had done back home in New York State. While in Alaska, he would snow ski with fellow soldiers, and also tie his own flies for fly-fishing for hours, especially during the long winter evenings.
During summers, he and his friend and roommate would also spend weekends fly-fishing at the junction of Julian Creek and Clear Creek just south of Fairbanks. The two had heard in town about an old fellow who had retired from the Alaska Railroad and built a log cabin with fish and moose camps south of Fairbanks at the creek junction. The old gent had an open invitation for guests to come to his property and fish, and they quickly took him up on the offer. Both creeks, being glacier-fed, were crystal clear and ice cold. They were also full of grayling, a lovely cold-water sport fish similar to a trout but with a larger dorsal fin. Back in those days the train that linked Fairbanks with Anchorage, a 12-hour train ride to the south, would stop anywhere you wanted to get on or off. All you had to do was wait by the tracks and wave it down, and climb off, or throw on your moose or caribou carcass and climb aboard. Pete and his pal used to have the train let them off at the start of a long trail leading back through the forest to the old man's cabin. Pete would act as instructor, giving his friend pointers on the art and science of fly-fishing. They would pull grayling in all day long, and when they got hungry the old man had a campfire ring with a frying pan next to a lean-to, and they would fry up a meal of grayling right there by the creek. (While they are known as creeks in Alaska, they would surely be called rivers in most of the "Lower 48.") Pete was a voracious reader of anything that had to do with fly-fishing, and a self-described victim of "Trout Madness" (the addiction of fly-fishing for trout at every opportunity regardless of the circumstances). He loved the music of Marianne Faithful and Joan Baez, and also Herman and the Hermits, which were all popular during the mid-1960s.
After his honorable discharge from the US Army, he enrolled at Cornell University as a Fishery Science major. He met his future wife, Nancy, while a student there. They moved to Lancaster, Pennsylvania after graduation, where he worked for Icthyological Associates of Ithica, New York, a consultant for Philadelphia Electric. He also built custom trout ponds for the rich and famous.
He lived life to its fullest, with fishing, hunting and travel. He also liked to scuba dive and snow ski, and he enjoyed cruises and parties. He owned a home in a beautiful location, among the Amish, near Gap, Pennsylvania. The property had three separate ponds, stocked with trout. He had trouble with the gray herons fishing out his stocked trout. There was an island in one of the ponds on which parties were held. He had two nice dogs--a terrier and Rottweiler. The latter outlived him, and went to a nice farm near Lancaster, Pennsylvania. He is interred next to his father and his sister, Shirley. He is survived by his mother Mary, his wife Nancy and a son, Tim Peterson.
During summers, he and his friend and roommate would also spend weekends fly-fishing at the junction of Julian Creek and Clear Creek just south of Fairbanks. The two had heard in town about an old fellow who had retired from the Alaska Railroad and built a log cabin with fish and moose camps south of Fairbanks at the creek junction. The old gent had an open invitation for guests to come to his property and fish, and they quickly took him up on the offer. Both creeks, being glacier-fed, were crystal clear and ice cold. They were also full of grayling, a lovely cold-water sport fish similar to a trout but with a larger dorsal fin. Back in those days the train that linked Fairbanks with Anchorage, a 12-hour train ride to the south, would stop anywhere you wanted to get on or off. All you had to do was wait by the tracks and wave it down, and climb off, or throw on your moose or caribou carcass and climb aboard. Pete and his pal used to have the train let them off at the start of a long trail leading back through the forest to the old man's cabin. Pete would act as instructor, giving his friend pointers on the art and science of fly-fishing. They would pull grayling in all day long, and when they got hungry the old man had a campfire ring with a frying pan next to a lean-to, and they would fry up a meal of grayling right there by the creek. (While they are known as creeks in Alaska, they would surely be called rivers in most of the "Lower 48.") Pete was a voracious reader of anything that had to do with fly-fishing, and a self-described victim of "Trout Madness" (the addiction of fly-fishing for trout at every opportunity regardless of the circumstances). He loved the music of Marianne Faithful and Joan Baez, and also Herman and the Hermits, which were all popular during the mid-1960s.
After his honorable discharge from the US Army, he enrolled at Cornell University as a Fishery Science major. He met his future wife, Nancy, while a student there. They moved to Lancaster, Pennsylvania after graduation, where he worked for Icthyological Associates of Ithica, New York, a consultant for Philadelphia Electric. He also built custom trout ponds for the rich and famous.
He lived life to its fullest, with fishing, hunting and travel. He also liked to scuba dive and snow ski, and he enjoyed cruises and parties. He owned a home in a beautiful location, among the Amish, near Gap, Pennsylvania. The property had three separate ponds, stocked with trout. He had trouble with the gray herons fishing out his stocked trout. There was an island in one of the ponds on which parties were held. He had two nice dogs--a terrier and Rottweiler. The latter outlived him, and went to a nice farm near Lancaster, Pennsylvania. He is interred next to his father and his sister, Shirley. He is survived by his mother Mary, his wife Nancy and a son, Tim Peterson.
