Thursday, November 12, 2015

Patricia Palmer Peck, BHS '55 (1937-2015)



Obituary

Patricia Joyce Peck


Born: July 24, 1937
Died: November 12, 2015

Patricia Joyce Peck, 78, died peacefully at her Scottsdale, Arizona home with family by her side on November 12, 2015.

Patricia was born July 24, 1937, in Los Angeles, California, to Gordon and Joyce Palmer. The family moved from Hollywood to Burbank when Patricia was 12 years old where she and her sisters, Susie and Cathy, attended Miller Elementary, John Muir Jr High and Burbank High. After graduating high school in 1955, she went to college and received her teaching credentials from the University of California at Santa Barbara. Her first job was teaching 2nd grade at Lincoln Elementary in Burbank.

Patricia married Carl ‘Bud’ Lundquist, Jr and took a break from teaching to raise their three children. Years later and single again, Pat took a teaching job on Catalina Island where she met and married Frank Peck.

After retirement and Frank’s passing, Patricia relocated to Scottsdale. She is survived by daughters Karen Lenoski of Monte Sereno, CA, Kristine Lundquist of Scottsdale and son Charles Lundquist of San Jose, CA, sisters Susan Wheeler of Scottsdale and Cathy Palmer of Panama City Beach, FL, grandchildren Veronica Lenoski of Seattle, WA, Steven Lenoski of Santa Barbara, CA and Nicole Lenoski of Santa Cruz, CA, nieces Laura (Greg) Test of Scottsdale, Lynn (Nathan) Cundiff of Scottsdale, Linda (Ernie) Cavitt of Panama City Beach, FL and nephew John Emmett of Key Largo, FL, great nieces Hannah Emmett and Lauren Cavitt both of Panama City Beach, FL.
Patricia is greatly missed by her family and her many friends.

Memorials: Contributions can be made to the Wounded Warrior Project, 4899 Belfort Rd, Ste 300, Jacksonville FL 32256 and to the Arizona Humane Society, 1521 W. Dobbins Rd, Phoenix AZ 85041.

Location: Indian School Mortuary


UCSB

Someone I love has gone away and life is not the same.
The greatest gift that you can give is just to speak her name.

I need to hear the stories and the tales of days gone past.
I need for you to understand these memories must last.

We can not make more memories since she's no longer here.
So when you speak of her to me, it is music to my ear.
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