Memorial graveside service for Jon Peters will be held, Friday, June 25, 2021 at 11:00 a.m. at Violet Hill Cemetery. Military Honors will be conducted. Jon passed away April 15, 2020 at Rowley Masonic Home at the age of 75. Services were delayed until this time due to the Covid Pandemic. Jon Patrick Peters was born December 30, 1944 the son of Clifford C. and Lois E. (Binns) Peters in Perry, Iowa. Jon attended Perry Community Schools and graduated from Perry High School with the class of 1963. He attended college at Grandview University until entering the United States Army on February 21, 1966 until his Honorable Discharge on February 1, 1968. A lifelong resident of Perry, Jon worked with his parents at the Peters Napa Auto Parts Store. After his parent’s retirement, he owned and operated the store until his retirement. Jon loved fishing and going on fishing trips with his friends and his two sons. He was a member of the Perry Elks Club and Perry Golf and Country Cub. Survivors include his sons Tom (Susanne Sherry) Peters of San Diego, CA., Chris (Megan) Peters of Steamboat Springs, CO and one grandson, Louis Peters. Jon wa preceded in death by his parents. Memorials will be directed to the Perry Elks Club and the Perry Golf and Country Club. Murdock Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.

Thank you for visiting our Dad’s Memorial page. I want you to know it means a lot to us that you are thinking of him and I just wanted to list a few things that bring me happiness remembering them. Going fishing and fishing trips Playing catch with the frisbee Holidays Halloween and carving the pumpkins Never learning how to mow the lawn or wash a car properly Dad loved to tell stories especially ones that were at his expense. My all time fave was from a fishing trip up north in the early 80’s. It was morning time and we were in a boat with a couple others quickly skipping across the lake to our spot for walleyes. Dad was sitting towards the rear to enjoy a smoother ride. At the bow was Doc Warden who had just packed a fresh chaw of Redman after his AM cup of coffee. As Doc worked and situated his plug he let loose a stream of the tobacco juice and saliva that flew to the back of the boat and hit Dad square in the rum hole. By the time we could get the boat to a stop Dad was several shades of green, none that would remind you of a spring bloom. He of course recovered quickly to enjoy the day and thankfully never grew tired of telling that one. Please share any others you have. All the best, Tom P