ALBERT PETERSON

Albert Peterson, son of the late Leroy and Anna (Hyett) Peterson, passed away Thursday evening, Aug. 12, 2010, while a resident of Vineland Specialty Care Center, following an extended illness.

Mr. Peterson was born Dec. 8, 1944, and was a lifelong resident of Vineland. He was a veteran of the Vietnam War, having served in the U.S. Army. After being honorably discharged from the Army, he returned home and worked on the family farm until he became disabled.

He leaves to cherish his memory, hissiblings, Richard Peterson of Sicklerville, Ruth Williams of Vineland and Openia Aponte of Millville; and many nieces and nephews.

He was predeceased byfive siblings, Eugene and Herbert Peterson, Eleanor Thomas, Alberta Cintron and Mary Cornish.

A memorial service will be held at 11 a.m. Thursday at Shiloh Baptist Church, 737 Walnut Road, Vineland, with Pastor James Dunkins officiating.



Published by The Daily Journal on Aug. 17, 2010.
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I'll always remember the times we were together working and living life on the farm. You are suffering no more. You are in the arms of the Lord. Will see you soon. Your neice. Anna Wright,Vineland, New Jersey
August 19, 2010
sorry for your loss may god bless him
Ray Kosut
August 17, 2010
I will always remenber you. You will always be my hero, my Knight in shining armor and a man among man. I will always love you. I love you and i know I will see you again in Heaven one. Love always Sondra (Cintron) Hightower
sondra hightower
August 17, 2010
When I was young I thought he was a black superman but in time I realized he was a hero a man amongst man he never had a chance to blossom or heal but one thing is certain he will be next to the King of Kings he should have been all along. God Is. Your nephew Rod Cintron.
Roderick Cintron
August 17, 2010
In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.
Barbara Torres-Taylor
August 17, 2010
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