With the help of his wife’s spirit, Paul Peterson passed from this earth on November 5, 2020.
Most likely his first question asked of God was “How did You create the universe?” His next could be “Who won the Presidential election?” An avid Trump supporter, Paul disliked socialism because he felt it stifled peoples’ creativity and inventiveness, plus led to a society’s decline and deterioration.
At an early age he sat on his dad’s lap in a rocking chair, eyeing the Montgomery Wards catalog. Especially purchasing honey bees and equipment. This fueled his desire to become an apiarist, fancy word for beekeeper. As an adult he did just this, changing from raising Hereford cattle and chickens to beekeeping for fifty years. He was innovative with this, using two queens in one hive, which requires diligence and time intensiveness.
He lived his entire life in the Deer Lodge Valley. As a self-sustaining minister, he performed numerous weddings and funeral services for people of various Christian faiths.
Rock hounding and mining was a favorite pastime of his and his wife, Bette. Explosives was especially fun for him.
Paul was soft hearted and generous; also a tough Swede and Irishman. Growing up during the Depression, he would recount stories of the men around the dinner table who spoke many languages and worked for just room and board on the farm.
He lived the last 5 ½ years at The Ivy at Deer Lodge. His daughter and her husband thank this staff who took care of Paul, loved him, listened to him, and put up with his idiocryrancies. Anyone so inclined may make a memorial contribution in Paul’s name to The Ivy at Deer Lodge, 1100 Texas Avenue, Deer Lodge, MT 59722.
Please visit below to offer a condolence or share a memory of Paul. Axelson Funeral and Cremation Services has been privileged to care for Paul and his family.
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Claudia and Darryl Johnson says
I am so glad I happened upon this announcement. What a life well lived. He was a dear friend and honorable debater. He worked so hard to keep the Anaconda church alive and we all lost in the end. I have thought of him so often. The last time we saw your folks was at McDonalds and all three of my girls were there. Betty’s family burial plot was near Darryl’s wife’s and we would see them there most memorial days. She could walk to the grave and he could direct her. I think of them each year we go there. We were all family in that little church and shared so much. They both lived such dedicated lives to God . Now they are where they can get the REAL answers. It was a privilege to know them and your grandparents. Love Claudia and Darryl Johnson