John Peterson
John Peterson passed away on July 21, 2024. He was born in Montpelier, Idaho on June 6, 1942, the son of Roland and Rosemary Peterson.
The family moved to Conda, Idaho, and later Soda Springs, Idaho. After high school, he enlisted in the United States Air Force for a brief period.
John was an ambitious young man who could always find a way to earn money for the things he wanted. He purchased his first car with the money he had earned from washing dishes at the local cafe. Perhaps it was there that he formed his interest in the Cafe business.
He went to work at the Idaho Cafe in Soda Springs and eventually became the head cook and owner. He later became manager and cook at the Trail Cafe in Soda Springs.
After several years in the cafe business, he decided to go to work at the Phosphate Plants in Soda Springs. He worked at Monsato, Beker Industries, and Kerr McGee. After he retired, he spent many years working summers for the Lava Foundation in Lava Hot Springs, Idaho as a ground's keeper. He loved this job and the people he worked with.
On March 6, 1999, John married "his wildflower" Marty Ward in Jackpot, Nevada. They happily spent the remainder of their years together taking care of each other and their little home in Lava Hot Springs, Idaho.
John is predeceased by his mother and father, his oldest brother Roland James Peterson, his daughter Pamela Hanner, sister-in-law Ramona Peterson, and by Marty's son Clint Ward and step daughter-in-law Tiffnee (Cory) Ward. Let us not forget his adorable and much loved "furry" kids Shelley, Dolly and Rowdy.
He is survived by his wife Marty, sister JoAnn Cron, brother Jerry Peterson, grandson Travis (Amy) Rossen, son's-in-law Michael (Michelle) Ward, Cory Ward, cousins Dixie (Richard) Miller and Ron and (Randi) Mullins, as well as many grandchildren and greatgrandchildren.
MISS ME, BUT LET ME GO ....When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a sole set free? Miss me a little, but not for too long. And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take, and each must go alone. It's all a part of the "Master Plan"; a step on the road to home. And when you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me but let me go.....
There will be no services at this time. The family will have a private service at a later date.
