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August 25, 2008
It is with sincere sympathy that Seton Hall Prep announces the death of our former teacher and moderator Joseph J. Hoffman. Joe came to Seton Hall Prep in 1960. He was a loyal and dedicated faculty member who taught Latin and Speech and was an advisor to the speech, forensics and debate team and moderator of the yearbook. Joe announced his retirement in June of 1999.
His funeral arrangements are:
Wake: Wednesday, August 27th 2-4 pm and 7-9 pm, Quinn Hopping Funeral Home
145 East Mt. Pleasant Avenue, Livingston, NJ
Mass: Thursday, August 28 10:00 am, Blessed Sacrament Church,
28 Livingston Avenue, Roseland. NJ

Bill Persichetty, teacher and track coach, passed away unexpectedly on June 29, 2008, in Charlottesville, Va.
Bill was born on Dec. 19, 1932, in New York City to Annabelle and August Persichetty, and grew up in Jersey City. He was a track star at Dickinson High School and Fordham University, and served in the Army as a Ranger. Bill took a job teaching and coaching track at Seton Hall Prep in 1957, where he would remain for 40 years. He also coached track at Oak Knoll and Oratory Prep, both in Summit. His track teams won numerous state titles and set national records. He himself had been a member of a Fordham University word-record two-mile relay effort in the '50s.
      Bill resided in Summit before retiring to Nellysford, Va. He was inducted into the Fordham University Athletic Hall of Fame, Seton Hall Prep Hall of Fame, and Hudson County Track and Field Coaches Hall of Fame. Bill was passionate about track, art history, and travel. Coach Persichetty touched many lives and will be deeply missed. He is survived by his beloved wife of 44 years, Eileen; loving children, Michael (Betsy), Cathleen Dee (Dennis), and Elizabeth Molins (Tom); his sister, Marlo Morra, and 10 grandchildren. In lieu of flowers, those so desiring may make donations to Seton Hall Prep in memory of Coach Persichetty.
Wake- Monday July 7- 4 to 8 pm
Burrough, Kohr and Dangler Funeral Home
309 Springfield Ave, Summit, NJ

Mass- Tuesday July 8 9:30 am
St. Teresa of Avila Church
306 Morris Avenue, Summit, NJ

Rudolf William Thomas Kelly '02, "RUDY" - Beloved Son and Brother, 21
Rudolf William Thomas Kelly, "Rudy", died on January 5, 2006, at Jersey Shores University Medical Center, Neptune, New Jersey. He succumbed to injuries sustained in an accident on the morning of January 1, 2006.
    A life long resident of Morris Plains, New Jersey, he attended the school system there. He was a member of the class of 2002 at Seton Hall Prep in West Orange, New Jersey. At the Baccalaureate of his graduating class he was awarded the Monsignor Thomas J. Touhy Medallion for General Academic Excellence, the Hugo Senerchia Medallion for Excellence in Humanities and the Medallion for Excellence in Spanish Studies. He was a member of the National Honor Society, and a Bloustein scholar.
     He was currently a member of the Class of 2006 at Dickinson College, Carlisle, Pennsylvania, pursuing a degree in Political Science where he continued to demonstrate academic excellence, being placed on Dean's List during each semester of his attendance. He was inducted into the Gamma Sigma Alpha National Greek Academic Honor Society and the Order of Omega Honor Society. He had been looking forward to an internship, with Pennsylvania Legislative Services, participating in the evaluation of State government in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
    While at Dickinson College he had been a member of the Blue Mountain Battalion of Army ROTC rising to the rank of Cadet Captain and Company Commander. After leaving ROTC, he had joined the Army Reserves where after completing Officer Candidate School was slated to become an Army civil affairs officer. He also had intention of continuing his training in Arabic language which he had started at Dickinson.
    Rudy was an avid sport fan and had been a participant in the Morris Plains Little League where he played both on the league and All Star levels. He had also been a member of the Morris County Lions Rugby team and played rugby both for the Dickinson Law School team as well as a local team in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
    However, Rudy's first love was hockey. He had been a member of the Morris Plains Hockey Association team. He also was a member for a period of years at different levels of the Morris County Colonials. While competing in tournaments in several venues in both the United States and Canada, he was the recipient of many tournament Most Valuable Player awards. In addition, he had been a member of the Montclair Blues, and New Jersey Rockets hockey teams. While at Seton Hall Prep he played varsity hockey on teams which won the Gordon Cup. He continued playing hockey in college and was presently a member of the Dickinson College team.
    Rudy was a proud member of Phi Kappa Sigma, "Men of Honor" fraternity at Dickinson. He had served as president of the fraternity for one year. He had also been president of the Intra-Fraternity Council at Dickinson.
    Rudy's interests extended to music and he had always been a participant in school music programs. He played trumpet in the Morris Plains Borough School. While at Seton Hall Prep, he was in the concert band and a member of the Jazz Ensemble. He had an interest in stringed instruments and was a guitarist, also playing the mandolin, banjo and string bass. He enjoyed listening to all manner of music.
    Rudy had a voracious appetite for the written word, reading on all manner of subjects and for the most part was rarely without a book in his possession. Additionally, he was an avid movie fan and had a massive collection of movies.
    Rudy was a gun enthusiast and enjoyed participation in shooting shotgun, rifle, and pistol with his immediate family and his uncle, Dr. George E. Hlavin of Florham Park, NJ.
    Rudy although large in stature will always be remembered by those who knew and loved him for his kindness and gentleness, but most of all for his zest for life and sweet warm smile.
    Rudy is survived by his loving parents, Catherine (Hlavin) Kelly, and William J. Kelly, Jr., his twin brother, Ryan Edward George Kelly, his sisters, Veronica "Vickie" Hendrickson, of Morris Township and her children Kyle and Richard, Margaret "Meg" Errickson and her husband Dave, and their children Rebecca and Luke, of Annandale, New Jersey, Adrienne "Agey" Miller and her husband Jeff of Sandy, Utah, his brother Will Kelly and his wife Jennifer of Green Lane, Pennsylvania, and their children Caroline and Liam, his fraternal grandmother Elizabeth A. Luciw and Rachel Yampolsky, someone always close to his heart. In addition he is survived by his many aunts, uncles, and cousins.
    A Mass of the Resurrection will be celebrated on Tuesday, January 10, 2006, at 10:00am, at the Assumption, B.V.M. Church, Maple Avenue, Morristown, New Jersey followed by internment at Holy Rood Cemetery, Whippany Road, Morristown, NJ. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Rudy Kelly Memorial Fund, Seton Hall Prep, 120 Northfield Avenue, West Orange, New Jersey 07052.
Note: On May 21, 2006, Dickinson College posthumously awarded Rudy a Bachelor of Arts degree, Magna Cum Laude, in Political Science. Rudy's sister, Adrienne Kelly Miller, & her husband Jeffery C. Miller were there to accept his degree. As Adrienne accepted his degree, the Class of 2006 stood and applauded. The Kelly Family recently received a DVD of the graduation and Dickinson's President Durden speak of the camaraderie Rudy had inspired among the Class of 2006. The college had placed flowers in his name at the top of the stairs of OLD WEST, the building where the graduates walk in as freshmen and out of as Seniors.

R E V . M S G R . W I L L I A M J . D A L Y [1920-2005]

graduated from Seton Hall Preparatory School in 1938;
entered Seton Hall Preparatory School as a priest/faculty member in September 1946;
taught Religion, Latin and Sociology;
Procurator of Walsh Gymnasium
appointed Assistant Headmaster, February 1953;
appointed Superintendent of Schools, June 1967;
inducted into the SHP Hall of Fame in 1985;
appointed to the SHP Board of Trustees, July 1997.

Prep Headmaster. Msgr. Michael Kelly, noted the major role that Msgr. Daly played in the 150 years of glorious history of The Prep. "As our Sesquicentennial Committee gathered on July 11 we learned of the death of Msgr. Daly and, as we prayed for him, we recounted the inifluence he had on many of those 150 years. He began as a student in 1934 and truthfully never left The Prep, serving as teacher, assistant headmaster, active alumnus, benefactor, trustee and, most iomportantly, as a model priest for students, faculty and alumni to follow.
    "I had the good fortune to have Msgr. Daly as my religion teacher; I benefitted from his academic assistance as assistant headmaster; I worked under him in my first years as a faculty member at The Prep.
    "Msgr. Daly loved his own family and he loved Seton Hall Prep. We pray for both of his families."

Msgr. Daly was ordained in 1946 after receiving his bachelor's degree in Classical Languages from Seton Hall College. He received a masters degree in guidance in 1950, and a doctorate in administration and supervision from St. John's University. From 1946 to 1967 Msgr. Daly was a teacher, guidance counselor and assistant headmaster at Seton Hall Prep in South Orange. He later served as the Newark Archdiocese Superintendent of Schools until 1971. For 20 years until 1995 he was pastor at St. Philomena Church in Livingston; then became priest-in-residence at St. Joseph's Church in West Orange until 2004.
    Msgr. Daly was also dean of the Essex County Vicarate of the Newark Archdiocese, an elected member of the Presbuterial Council of the Archdiocese and a member of the vocations board.
   Msgr. Daly passed away Sun. evening July 10 at the Msgr. James Kelly Residence in Caldwell. He was 85.
   The funeral Mass will be held at St. Philomena Church, Livingston, at 10:30 am, Thurs. July 14.

V I N C E N T A . M C I N T E E [1910-2003]
former English teacher, Chairman of the English Department, from 1936 to 1983
died on Sunday, October 5, 2003. He had been in the hospital for a medical procedure.
A giant in the 146-year history of Seton Hall Preparatory School has passed from the scene. Mr. Vincent A. McIntee, former Chairman of the English Department at Seton Hall Prep, died on Sunday. With a career that spanned six decades, he was known to thousands of former students as an awesomely knowledgeable, warm, witty and wise guiding spirit. Between 1936 and the time of his retirement in 1983, he crafted a legacy for his colleagues and for generations of young men of inculcating in his students a love for the written and spoken word, and an appreciation for the pleasure and power inherent in the mastery of verbal skills. He was so adept at those skills that he was living proof for his students that the skills were well worth working hard to attain. "Vince was demanding and challenging, a mentor to his students, much like a great athletic coach, who loves his charges, but holds them accountable for their performance," recalled Harry Dawson, the man who followed Vince as Chairman of the English Department. "He helped them identify and correct their problem areas, and boosted their spirits with praise and positive reinforcement, and used humor as a key tool in both contexts. He set the bar high for his students and established a best-case scenario for what could happen in an English classroom."
Every time a Seton Hall Prep class reunion takes place, moments from Vince's classroom going back into the early forties are shared, times when Vince achieved in a few but memorable words, his unique blend of the acerbic, the caring and the inspiring. Students who basked in the glow of his commendation and were prodded by his razor-sharp zingers never forgot this one-of-a-kind experience. The 1955 Tower yearbook spoke of him, "Humorous, kind, helpful, Mr. McIntee has endeared himself to hundreds of Prep students because of his ability to teach such a vital subject. A pun, an aside, or a witty remark has kept literature alive, made grammar clear and meaningful." Upon his retirement in 1983, Headmaster of the West Orange Catholic school Msgr. Michael E. Kelly wrote to him, "You, probably more than any other one person, were the source of reflection and remembrance binding alumni to The Prep over the decades. Rarely do I meet an alumnus who doesn't ask, 'Is Mr. McIntee still teaching?'"
Dr. Richard Grady, Prep Class of 1944, remembered that Vince had been his class' English teacher in sophomore and senior years. "That class has met every year for a reunion since 1946," Dr. Grady related. "Vince was an honorary member of that class. He was a fixture at our annual reunions, even until last year. We all marveled at how sharp and intellectually active he remained, even as he passed his ninetieth birthday." He continued, "He'd needle us about things that happened decades ago or how we had grown up, and we constantly reminded him that he was actually a graduate of our former arch-rival, St. Benedict's." Current Prep English teacher Dick Binkowski, also a Benedict's alumnus, characterized Vince, saying, "He was a teacher of 'the old school'—but a school that never really goes out of fashion. He was a perfect gentleman—a teacher who was devoted to both the subject and his students."
Vincent A. McIntee was born January 20, 1910 and attended St. Cecelia Grammar School, Kearny; St. Benedict's Prep, Newark and Seton Hall University, graduating in 1933. He began his teaching career at Seton Hall Preparatory School, then on the campus of the University, in 1936. He received his Masters of Arts degree from Seton Hall University in 1940. He taught English, was the Moderator of the yearbook for 14 years and the Photography Club. Beginning in 1942, upon the death of his father, he became his mother's sole support, until her death in 1972. Deeply religious, together they made annual summertime visits to religious shrines throughout the US and Canada. While a teacher he was a daily visitor to the Chapel of the Immaculate Conception on the Seton Hall Campus. Class of '66 Prep graduate Lenny Gray, who often looked in on Vince as he grew older, noted, "Vince was an only child who never married; he considered all of his students as his adopted children and as a part of his extended family."
Vince was a resident of Kearny, living until his death in the same house in which he grew up. Fittingly his wake will be at the Armitage Funeral Home, Kearny, on Tuesday, October 7 from 2-4 pm and 7-9 pm. His Funeral Mass will be at St. Cecelia Church, Kearny, on Wednesday, October 8, at 10:30 am.

P E T E R   B U T L E R
"Seton Hall Prep was Pete's life. He couldn't wait to get to work each day....how many people can say that they love going to work? When the Prep was closed and I would ask "don't you need your 180 days?" his reply was "quality, not quantity."
Dan, Laura and I want to thank the quality people at the Prep for your prayers, kind words, Mass cards and gifts that consoled us during the past few weeks. The visitors to the hospital gave him great hope and peace; the many students and families that we met recently made us feel that he touched so many lives. The number of condolences makes it nearly impossible to thank everyone individually, but we want to let you know that your support was what got us through this difficult time."

Sincerely,
Joanne, Dan and Laura Butler

Peter J. Butler, educator, coach at Seton Hall Prep, 57
Tuesday, June 10, 2003, from the Star-Ledger

TOP: Pete Butler shared the 1997-98 State Tournament win with head coach Bob Farrell, BOTTOM: Coach Butler with Ken Donovan, first Prep All-State Soccer player, and the latter's father, former US Secretary of Labor, Ray Donovan,

Peter J. Butler, 57, long-time Seton Hall Prep Dean of Men and a pillar of the Prep's highly regarded basketball program, died Sunday June 8 in Overlook Hospital, Summit.
    He was employed with Seton Hall Prep in West Orange for 36 years, the last 14 years as Dean of Men and Head of Student Transportation. He had also worked in the school's guidance department for 15 years after starting at the school in 1967 as an English teacher.
    An assistant varsity basketball coach and the head junior varsity basketball coach at Seton Hall for 25 years, Mr. Butler also founded the school's varsity soccer team and served as its first coach. Current Head Basketball Coach Bob Farrell has long attributed much of the Prep's success at the varsity level to Coach Butler's ability to instill the fundamentals in his players at the JV level, so that there has always been a nearly seamless transition for the players as they move through the program. His tenure in the basketball program ensured him of what must be a unique position in the world of high school sports—he was assistant coach to two consecutive 500-win coaches—Farrell and the legendary Coach "Finn" Tracey. Mr. Butler was inducted in 1996 to the SHP Hall of Fame.
    In 2001 Mr. Butler received the Thomas Reynolds Award from the school's Fathers Club "in recognition of his caring dedication for the young men of the Prep."
    Mr. Butler earned a bachelor of arts degree in education from St. Peters College, Jersey City, in 1967. In 1974, he received a masters degree in guidance from Seton Hall University, South Orange.
    He was a member of the Essex County Coaches Association.
    Born in Newark, he lived in Livingston before moving to New Providence 23 years ago. Surviving are his wife, Joanne; a son, Daniel; a daughter, Laura; brothers, Pierce, William and Michael, and sisters, Elizabeth Ernst and Frances.

A eulogy delivered by Mr. Butler's sister, Fran:
On October 1, 1945, their first wedding anniversary Bill and Renata Butler brought home from the hospital their firstborn, a son Peter James. Pete was a beautiful baby, and there are many pictures of that little boy and his parents, this family of three, more photographs actually than any of the subsequent Butler babies, a fact we abused Pete about mercilessly. Those pictures capture Bill and Renata showering him with their time, their attention, and their love. He was their only child for four years until, as Pete liked to remind me, I wrecked everything. Just after his fourth birthday his days of being an only child ended when I was born, followed less than a year later by Pierce, two and a half years later Billy, 15 months later Mike and again less than a year after Mike, Liz; five siblings in six years. Before he was 10 Pete was older brother to this entire brood. And it is that part of Pete, the big brother, that I want to talk about today. Pete's public accomplishments are well documented and more than likely known to most assembled here: his 36 years at the Prep touching the lives of thousands of young men so many of whom have stood in line these past two days to pay their final respects to Mr. Butler, the hundreds of athletes he coached in New Providence and at the Prep in soccer and in basketball, his induction to the Prep Hall of Fame. Thankfully much of that is recorded on tape and in photographs. But there may be some here with us now who do not know how he touched the lives of those five babies who tumbled into his life so many years ago.
    Ours was a struggling, working class, Vailsburg Irish Catholic family; we never owned our house, there were many mouths to feed, money was always short and space a precious commodity. Mom leaned on Pete; he was older, bigger, and stronger than the little ones. I have so many memories of him helping her manage us. In pictures of those years he often has a very serious countenance, more than likely trying to keep everybody upright, clean and still for the photograph. He accompanied her shopping, he waited on lines. Mom looked to him when things got scary or chaotic, like the unforgettable morning our house caught on fire.
    Then there came a time in his life when Pete separated from us a bit because of that four year age difference. He went off to high school and then to Saint Peter's College. Mom and Dad launched him to each new phase with the wonder and pride that so often attend the milestones of a firstborn and in an Irish family, especially a first born son. When Pete did well in a Little League game, received a sacrament, earned an award, attended a prom or graduated, the entire family was excited. He was blazing trails for all of us, bringing pride to our family. Even as babies we sensed this. He earned money and he gave it to my parents. It was all very impressive. As Pete moved on to, as our Grandma was found of saying "make his mark on the world" the responsibility of the littler ones fell to me. Since I was so much closer in age to them I could not get away from them to do something important like Pete did, nor did I most days want to. Though they taxed my patience, they owned my heart.
    After he graduated from college Pete decided to move out of his tiny bedroom in our house and get an apartment with some roommates. My Irish mother went into mourning and we teased her about that for years to follow. And not too long later he would meet and marry the beautiful blond French teacher Joanne who was to be his partner for life and he would become Dad to Danny and Laura, two of loveliest young adults I have ever known. And then, having begun to make his mark, married and become a father, Pete had also quietly resumed tending to the Butler kids as we too married and became parents ourselves. As Pete lay dying these last days I found myself thinking about all the times he walked in to my life, unannounced, quietly. with no fanfare, so welcomed, his quiet presence pouring sweetness into happy occasions and strength into sadness. He knew how to be there for us all and we did not even have to ask him. If I could choose words for Pete's burial marker, I would write: "He showed up". And is there any more meaningful tribute to give a brother? Pete came quickly and quietly to our medical emergencies, our mourning, to births, to the new homes to which we moved, to the nieces' and nephews' school events. I can't count the times I looked up while watching Meghann run track, play basketball or softball and there he was. Pete was Meghann's godfather, a choice made so easily by me when I realized she would not have a dad to live with her. He took that relationship very seriously and tried every way he could to be there for her, not with a big splash or a grand entrance but quietly and steadily. Throughout our lives Pete remained perennial coach, big brother and the guy in charge. As we assembled to do any big job, his opening gambit was always the same: "Let's see what we got here". Even this past Thursday and Friday as he fought the haze of deep delirium he tried, telling me and Billy in words suddenly perfectly intelligible: "I don't want you guys running all over town tonight" and to Joanne "Watch your mouth." And Pete showed up for our extended family as well, for the sorrows and the celebrations of the families of our Dad's eight brothers and sisters. He and Joanne represented Bill and Renata's kids all the time.
    I ask myself, were our thank-yous enough? Did Pete know how much his presence meant? I think he did. Did we return some favor? I think we did. When our family was together I used to like to watch Pete's face. When Mike or Billy would tell him something they had done that was a bit beyond the older serious Seton Hall Prep living in New Providence married to the beautiful blond now school librarian's more conventional lifestyle, he had this wry grin that came across his face. We all know the grin I mean. And then when we had our occasional just the grown ups parties and Mike and Billy could really let rip with the uncensored versions of the childhood and teenage year escapades of us Butler kids, Pete got his biggest reward. For he would laugh until his sides ached and we had to ask them to take a break so we could catch our breath. As brothers go, Pete showed up; as brothers go, Mike and Billy made him laugh. In the final week of his life, as he fought so hard to stay with us, he was almost never alone, tended gently and protected fiercely by Joanne and Dan and Laura and surrounded daily by that brood of five that had become his charges so many years before. And as Pete drew his last breaths we encircled his bed, holding each other and him and led in prayer by his beloved Monsignor Kelly and Father Bradley. Yes, I think Pete knew how much his had presence meant to us.
    Twelve years ago when the father we worshiped was in the hospital for five weeks gravely ill, he designated Pete and me as his co-counsel. We quickly fell into a pattern of alternating evenings at the hospital to listen to his worries, allay his fears and give Dad his dinner, a dinner he would not touch if one of us was not there. We were to bring him home the morning that he suddenly died, June 8, 1991. Pete got to the hospital first to see our father in death. I came closely behind him. As the agony seared, we looked into each other's eyes with the same thought, how are we ever going to tell Mom, who was waiting at home for us to bring him there? We braced ourselves and drove to her house together, acknowledging between us it was the hardest thing we ever had to do. On this past Sunday June 8, I had to do the second hardest thing I have ever had to do. I had to say good-bye to that gentle brother with whom I walked on that other morning, exactly twelve years before.
    Very recently I read a book in which the author talks about that we feeling we can have that someone who has died has just gone away for a time and how we can experience over and over again the expectation that they will simply walk through the door, back from a long journey.
    This is the way I feel about my parents and they have been gone from this earth for many years. The writer went on to say that it is this feeling, described by so many people, that leads her to believe that we will see our loved ones again. Pete has gone home to Mom and Dad; the three are own their own again, just as they once were here on earth, now eternally and in the face of God. Pete is an only child there with them. Once again he moves beyond us and passes the care of our younger brothers and sister to me. But as it was before, this is only temporary, Pete. Just as we had here on earth, over time, one by one, we will come to you and we will be all together again. For now though it is good-bye sweet brother, and thank you Pete, thank you for each and every time you so faithfully showed up.

Remarks arriving upon Mr. Butler's death.
"He was a steady and guiding hand to me, understanding when he needed to be and strict when he had to be. I wish he could have known that his influence mattered, and later, was appreciated." Jim Ruane '86
"I always sensed him to be very bright and a pillar of competence---He had the words and he had the ways to make an operation or program run smoothly...As Dean of Men...he brought cohesive force into the lives of many kids in need, to make them better citizens." John Allen
"Although he seemed unapproachable due to his stern exterior, I can tell you that Mr. Butler's gesture of goodwill serves only to confirm the type of good-hearted individual he really was. His presence at the Prep will be missed." Elizabeth DeJesus and Michael DeJesus '03
"I would always apologize for calling and ask if he could just leave amessage at the desk for Paul. Mr. Butler would always go that extra step and deliver the message. I believe that his spirit will always be in, around and throughout SHP." Mrs. Nancy Mutter and Paul Mutter '06
"The world has lost someone very special." Kathy, Paul, Paul and Matthew Tyahla
"He had so many good things going for him but the best thing he had in his life was all of you (his family) and he was the first to admit it. He loved you (his family) a lot and he was not afraid to show it - and that made us love him more." Rosemary Shannon
"Pete Butler did so much for the Prep community. I worked with him often and he was a giving and caring man." Pete Guiffra"
"Mr. Butler was the first person to even give me a detention and my last one as well. I respected his integrity and honesty very much." Josh Hatcher "03
"I am grateful to have known Mr. Butler but more importantly I am thankful that my sons crossed his path." Mary Jane Hatcher
to Joanne..."I remember the night that I...announced that you and Pete were engaged. Isn't it quite beautiful the way it all worked out? I will always remember all the fun we had socially, golf, school and the night Pete defeated me in a contest at Bunny's in South Orange in 1973 because Tom Gotsill slipped me a warm one and ruined my system. I will always remember and pray for him for he was a good friend." Jack O'Rourke (and Mary)
and a poem from a third grader at Central School [Warren]:
"I'm sorry about your saddness
I hope this card gives you gladdness
I know how it is to lose a loved one
It's hard to lose a special someone.
I hope,--- This poem doesn't make you mope."
(from P. G.)
"My life has been deeply enriched by having known Pete...I will miss him and think of him often." Russ Coen [SHP Faculty 1973]
"Words cannot express my shock and sadness in learning of your loss of Pete. Just last summer, Ron and I stopped to visit at the Prep and he took the time to get on-line and find us the best route to Hillside. I can't believe we won't see him there again." Carole Sturman Base
"What a beautiful service you had for Mr. Butler. His sister, Fran, did a wonderful job describing the caring, dedicated person he truly was. My son Alex played basketball for him the past 4 years and thought he was the "best."" Rhonda Buzbee
"I always remember that after you and Pete married you could not wait for the rest of us to get married too because you thought marriage was so great. I never thanked you for that piece of advice." Art and Nancy O.