John G. Peters

John G. Peters died Tuesday, March 28, 2023 at his home in Quakertown, Pennsylvania. He is survived by his partner/spouse of over 46 years Everett H. Scott of Quakertown and New York City, and his nephew Kenneth Leonard, his wife and family of Round Lake, Il; John's sister, Portia P. Bauchens of Sycamore, Il, her husband and family; brothers David W. Peters of Three Rivers, MI, his wife and family; Merrell M. Peters of Lilydale, MN and his wife; and an aunt, Mary Lou Peters of Cedar Rapids, IA and her family. He was predeceased by his parents, Bill and Elizabeth Peters and an older brother, Lee Peters.

John was born May 9, 1952 in Fort Dodge, Iowa where he was raised and attended the public schools. He was always proud of his Iowa heritage. John graduated from Coe College in Cedar Rapids in 1974. After attending a cousin's wedding in late May, 1974, he got in a rented U-Haul van with two other men from Coe and drove straight through from Iowa to New York City. John rented a room in a single-room-occupancy hotel on the Upper West Side, and got a part-time job selling post cards at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. In his heart, he remained a New Yorker for the rest of his life.

On March 11, 1977 John met the love of his life the photographer/painter, Everett H. Scott. John worked at various non-profit organizations over the years as a business manager. Having purchased a cabin at Schnabel's Woods, he discovered and purchased his home in Quakertown, Penrose Bungalow. There he and Everett enjoyed many happy hours creating an award winning garden.

There will be no funeral service. Please remember John's life by deeds of love and mercy for those near and dear, and those far away. Burial will be at the Elmwood cemetery in DeWitt, Iowa where five generations of John's family are buried.

Everett and John's family would like to thank Dr. James Spears and the many caregivers at the Grand View Hospital for their loving care of John over the last few years. The family also remembers with gratitude the many acts of kindness extended to John and Everett from their neighbors.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.