Now at Christmas I miss the annual box from Peter, each gift wrapped in different paper..A jar of brandied peaches, a copy of Elizabeth Jolley’s Miss Peabody’s Inheritance, a disc of World of Light, portrait of May Sarton, red and white cotton socks marked Ho! Ho! Ho!, Encores from Encores, Highlights from City Center’s Great American Musicals, a peppermint stick, picture of the giant tubeworm that lives for 250 years below the surface of the Gulf of Mexico, a can of Glory Southern Blackeyed Peas, a dozen Pages of Time, nostalgic news reports of the 50’s, JuliAnne Moore’s film The Prize Winner about Evelyn Ryan, a devoted housewife who wins thousands of dollars in jingle contests to keep her family together , on an on- you never knew what Peter would think to send…I cannot believe he’s gone. I never will. M.E. Kerr.
All I can say right now is how much Peter Sieruta meant in my life. He
took such trouble finding things for me, like an ancient wooden box
marked C.G.Meaker that belonged to my grandfather. He used it
promoting his grocery stores which he owned most of in Auburn,N.Y.
in the thirties. Peter would come up with things from my past I couldn’t
believe. He was a gentle, kind, thoughtful man and I was privleged to
know him. He went way too soon. Goodbye,dear Peter. Marijane.