Madam Speaker, I rise to honor the memory of a dear friend and one of Connecticut's most dynamic and charismatic leaders. He was known universally as Mayor Mike. A great light left us when Michael J. Peters passed away on January 4, 2009.…
Madam Speaker, I rise to honor the memory of a dear friend and one of Connecticut's most dynamic and charismatic leaders. He was known universally as Mayor Mike. A great light left us when Michael J. Peters passed away on January 4, 2009. His engaging personality, his great sense of humor and his devotion to his city, his friends and his family, will forever endure.
I was fortunate to know him and to be a direct beneficiary of his friendship and loyalty. I was equally honored to be at his funeral surrounded by friends, family and dignitaries, but it was through the remarks of his sister Geraldine and his son Chris that the essence of this great and beloved man was captured. Madam Speaker, I submit to the record of this great Nation these eulogies of Mayor Mike Peters of Hartford, Connecticut, a great American and a great example of devotion and service above self, done with a smile.
Eulogy Given by Chris Peters
Good morning. I would first like to say on behalf of my
mother, my brother, my sister and my entire extended family
thank you so much for such a genuine and unbelievable outpour
of support over the last several weeks. Your prayers and well
wishes helped us all get through this difficult time.
My father was an example to us children of what hard work
is and what it takes to raise a family. For most of our
childhood my dad worked two jobs to support our family and to
give us a roof over our heads. His main and most notable
career was as a firefighter but with the schedule being as it
was for a firefighter he had days off that allowed him to
bring in additional income. One such job was delivering oil
for John McCarthy Oil. Although it was against the oil
company's policy, my father would often bring me on
deliveries with him and he would let me hold the nozzle as we
filled the tanks at people's homes. I remember once the tank
had overflowed and I was sprayed from head to toe with fuel .
. . that was the end of that. I think he realized at that
point why there was such a policy but because he worked so
often, any chance he had to hang out with us he took
advantage, even if it meant bringing me to work and dousing
me in a highly flammable liquid.
Having a firefighter as a father was such a cool thing as a
kid. It's most kids' dream to be a firefighter when they grow
up and having him work at Engine 15 right up the street from
where we grew up; I was able to show off all the time. Bring
my friends into the firehouse and look at the trucks and
watch him slide down the pole. He gave us so much to be proud
of way before he ever became the Mayor.
He was an umpire for our little league in the south end (he
had a very tight strike zone by the way) and was instrumental
in organizing fund raisers for the league and helped shape my
love for baseball by making sure my brother David and I were
Yankee fans at a very early age. I've been told (mostly by
him) that he was quite the ball player when he was younger. I
think he was proud of my 4 year career in the McGinley Craffa
little league and he was happy to get 4 more years out of
David, who by the way, was much better than I. Watching a
Yankee game with him on a warm summer night, windows open and
a warm summer breeze blowing in, is something my brother and
I will sorely miss.
His bond with my sister Michelle was something very special
between a daughter and her father. In High School, Michelle
did what a lot of young teenage girls do; she gave our father
a lot of grey hairs. Although we joke about the trouble
Michelle got into, truth is she wasn't all that bad. Now that
I look back on it, it was more the concern my father had for
her and the love he felt for his only daughter. Those years
of rebellion helped shape a very special bond between the two
of them. My father's love and commitment to making sure he
showed her the way
helped shape Michelle into the incredible person she is. A
fantastic mother whose children will most certainly miss
their Gampy.
As my brother and sister and I got older my father
transformed into something different. He became our friend,
someone you could tell anything to. He was my best friend,
the person you wanted to do things with, anything, go to a
game, dinner or just drive around the city and talk about
anything.
He married his high school sweetheart Jeannette and if
you're not familiar with their relationship I can tell you
theirs is one of true love and dedication. My mother spent
every day in the hospital over the last 3 months with my
father. She has sacrificed so much to sit with him and root
him on. She is truly a Saint who lost her true love. My heart
will forever be broken for her.
Most of you here today know how he lived. Vibrant, larger
than life, caring, loving and concerned for anyone who needed
help. He loved to laugh and make people laugh. He had an
incredible ability to find the positive in any situation.
Always optimistic with a heart bigger than the city. He kept
his home phone number listed after he became the Mayor, he
would get all kinds of calls at all hours of the day and
night and he would always return the call. No matter how
strange the request. One night around midnight or so, he got
a call from a woman on Yale St. whose cat was stuck in a
tree, she knew my dad was a firefighter and begged him to
call the fire department and get them to her house to
retrieve her cat from the tree. My father calmed her down
from the comfort of his bed, told her the fire department
doesn't really do that sort of thing and she should go to bed
and that her cat will come down on its own and then he asked
her ``by the way, have you ever seen the skeleton of a cat in
a tree before?'' The point was well taken and sure enough he
called her back the next morning and her cat was ok. This was
how he lived, finding humor in situations, compassionate
towards the needs of others no matter how extraordinary the
request. This is how he lived, with a smile on his face and
love in his heart. Now I would like to tell you a little bit
about how he died.
(adlibbed)
I want you all to know that my father died peacefully this
past Sunday surrounded by his family, we were all there and I
believe this gave him great comfort. We believe he is in a
better place now, no longer suffering.
Over the last few days many people have been telling me how
sorry they are about my father's passing but I'm deeply sorry
for all of you as well. I feel like we are all in the same
boat. Not only did my family lose a father, grandfather,
brother, uncle, husband but we all lost a true champion, a
best friend and a confidant. The pain in my heart is no
greater than yours. I know this because he meant so much to
so many and together we will all heal by remembering him as
he was. Happy-go-lucky Mike.
His legacy should be carried out by supporting Hartford,
eating in its restaurants (hint, hint . . . plug) and getting
involved, seeing something that's wrong and doing something
about it. He always said no matter if you live in
Wethersfield or West Hartford, Simsbury or Rocky Hill, this
is your city. We all need to harness his enthusiasm and do
our part no matter how big or small because that's truly what
he would want. God Bless you Dad and Go Hartford.
Eulogy Given by Geraldine Sullivan
There were two princes born on Nov. 14, 1948; Prince
Charles and our prince, Michael Paul Peters, the firstborn
son of Christine and Paul. Michael, Paula, Eleanor, Robert
and I were raised in an apartment down the street, at 189
Campfield Avenue, surrounded by a loving, extended family.
This is the neighborhood where my grandfather owned a tailor
shop, where we attended church before gathering for late
afternoon meals, and where my parents instilled values in
each of us that would carry throughout our lives: the
importance of family, respect, compassion, and humor. Despite
our family's limited resources, envy was not tolerated.
Ultimately, my brother Michael exemplified these values
better than any of us, even though he had his own unique way
of showing it.
At a young age Mike was able to come up with creative
solutions to solve life's most difficult problems. I remember
when Michael first entered kindergarden at Naylor School. On
his way to and from school, there was a group of first grade
thugs who would taunt Mike and threaten him. When he told my
parents about the situation, my father spent the evening
teaching him how to box and defend himself when attacked. It
was a priceless father-son moment. The next day, my father
rushed home from work to hear the news. When asked if he was
bullied again, Mike answered, ``No''. My father proudly
asked, ``Well . . . what happened?'' Mike was equally proud
when he responded, ``I took a different route home from
school''. That was my brother's way throughout his life. He
thought of creative solutions. For example, he worked closely
with Don Walsh to develop Mayor Mike's Companies for Kids,
where they raised $1 million for youth programs in Hartford.
Another one of Mike's greatest attributes was his ability
to treat all people with respect. My father, Paul, was
unusual for his time in his ability to reach across racial
and economic barriers to show respect for others. In fact, he
was so concerned about respect, he enlisted Michael to attend
proms and dances with any girl who had circumstances that
prevented her from having a date. My parents' friends soon
learned of this, so when someone's daughter was left without
a date to the prom, they called Paul and Christine. Michael
attended proms and dances all around the region. Even though
renting a tux and buying flowers was difficult on a meager
family budget, Mike put on his tux and attended without
complaint. He treated every girl like she was the prom queen.
He always had an amazing gift of making people feel special,
as witnessed by us over the last few days. Our family has
been overwhelmed by the tremendous outpouring from people of
all races, ages, and socioeconomic backgrounds and their
stories about our brother. Throughout his life, Mike made
powerful connections with people because he treated them with
dignity and respect.
A third attribute that I'd like to mention about my brother
was his ability to get the job done. I remember when he had a
paper route, delivering the afternoon paper of the Hartford
Times. Every evening when we sat down to dinner, the phone
rang with people looking for papers that were never
delivered. My father lectured him every night about the
importance of being reliable and having a good work ethic.
Eventually the phone stopped ringing during dinner and my
father was proud that his son finally learned good
business practices. Then one day, my parents were driving
home from work and their car was stopped at the light on
the corner of Preston and Campfield Avenue. When my father
looked out the window, he saw the top of the green city
sand box slowly rise. Michael was hiding inside and
peering out at the exact same moment. They quickly
realized that Mike franchised out his route to ten workers
while he laid in a sand box hiding and still managed to
make a profit. As mayor, Mike knew how to enlist the
talents of various people to get the job done. His work
with John Wardlaw, federal agencies, and community groups
resulted in tremendous improvements in the quality of
public housing in Hartford.
There are countless stories about Mike's childhood, his
days as a fireman, and of course, as mayor of Hartford. The
best way to honor him is to share his stories, laugh often,
and live by these same attributes that defined my brother:
love of family, respect for all, and compassion towards
others. One of his favorite sayings was, ``you don't have the
biggest house on the block by tearing everyone else's house
down''. Michael could not stand seeing people treated
unfairly, and at times he took on unpopular political battles
to correct what he felt was wrong. To continue his legacy,
have the courage to stand up against injustice and work
together to make Hartford, this city that Mike loved with his
heart and soul, a place where all people are treated with
dignity and respect.
In closing, I'd like to take a minute to say something, on
behalf of my entire family about the love of Mike's life, our
sister Jeannette. They met in high school and were perfect
for each other from the moment they met. Although he loved to
go out and be social, while she was content sitting home
under a blanket watching her favorite shows, they had deep
love and respect for one another. Jeannette has always been
the light of my brother's life. Her unwavering devotion was
especially obvious over the last three months. She was there
with him, by his side . . . holding his hand . . . praying
with him. In the last few weeks, when he couldn't speak, his
eyes would search the room looking for her, and he only found
peace and comfort when he found her. They're the perfect love
story and she remained by his side until his last moments on
earth. Jeannette, we love you and thank you for making our
brother so happy.