This memorial website is dedicated in loving memory of Beryl Violet Job (formerly Peterson, nee Banton) - our most cherished mum, grandma, great grandma, aunt, sister, friend.  Born on July 22, 1918 and passed away on March 21, 2011.

So many lives touched, so many memories now held dear. We will remember her forever. Surely our loss is Heaven's gain.

Posted by Beth Rees on March 22, 2020
How loved we were...I miss you Mum.
Posted by SHARONNE GUGLIELMUCCI on March 21, 2017
It's been a rough year for some of us down here. Thank you for always pointing us to Jesus so we can make our way even without you guiding us with your wise words and encouragement
Love you forever
Songs you sang come to mind all the time. Thank you for your example and love xx hope you and Krissy are singing together
I think of you both every time I'm in worship, knowing that it's what you are doing too x
Posted by lisa guglielmucci on March 21, 2016
Missing you Grandma, I bet your smiling laughing praising dancing and singing with Kris up in Heaven. My heart hurts while I wait to come too, it's a struggle down here
You were an incredible inspirational woman of God and it was an honor to have been a part of your family Love u lots lis xx
Posted by Beryl Holmes on July 21, 2015
How we miss our precious Mum. We can never measure how much we owe her - her godly influence, her unselfish example; so loving, so understanding.. A woman of integrity and faith who drew her strength from the Lord.
Jesus, how we thank you for the years you gave us with her.
Posted by Rev KRDV Prasad Rao on July 22, 2014
praise the Lord You gave such a great man of God to India apostle Chris peterson through we came to the Lord now we are serving see u in heaven
Posted by Beth Rees on March 21, 2014
It's three years since Mum left for her heavenly home. How she loved us, how we miss her! What a legacy she left us!!
Posted by eva raseta on July 25, 2012
A heartfelt thank you to all Beryl's children who shared their beautiful mother with me when I was so young. I needed a lot of love at the time and God made sure that I was in the right place at the right time. Having visited the Peterson clan only recently in Adelaide I could see the long reaching effects of a family who pray together and love God. For me it was and is - a taste of Heaven
Posted by eva raseta on April 16, 2012
I was only 17 when I met this beautiful lady and the impact she made on my life has been lifelong. 45 years later I am here to say goodbye. I will never forget how loved I felt when I was around her and I will never forget how she held the hand of a frightened teenage girl all the way back to the Nurse's Quarters where I did my nurses training. She just knew I needed that special gesture.
Posted by Rev KRDV Prasad Rao on March 28, 2012
we are so great full to mum she has send her son chris peterson to India. through his ministry thousands of churches have been blessed leaders are being equipped kingdom of God being expanding i am one of the fruits
Thank you
Ps Prasad rao

Posted by lisa guglielmucci on March 21, 2012
Dear Grandma, today is one year since you left us to be with our Lord Jesus! We miss you terribly but know you will be singing and dancing and full of joy! Cant wait to see you again, much love lis
Posted by Leah Hazelton on March 22, 2011
Grandma Job, congratulations on your promotion to glory. You were such a special lady, and I was always so blessed & humbled that you prayed for me. You will be missed. xxx Leah
Posted by Bethany Hite on March 21, 2011
We’ll miss you so much Grandma. I feel so privileged to have had you as my Grandma , thank you for your prayers, your example and your love for all of us.  Love, Bethany xx
Posted by Dan Gug on March 21, 2011
I'll miss you forever Gram, you're the best person i've ever known, and ever will know. Love Danielle x
Posted by Janette Peterson on March 21, 2011
Mum was so loved and will be missed greatly. An amazing example of a Godly life and a wonderful, caring, loving mother and grandma. Her influence, I am sure, will be felt for a long time and I pray her example will be followed by many. Janette
Posted by elaine owen on March 21, 2011
Time spent with this dear lady was always pure delight. We were humbled by her devotion to prayer and her unquenchable love of God. She touched the lives of so many people. We were blessed to have known her.Roy and Elaine Owen
Posted by Rebecca Rees on March 20, 2011
Today our precious Grandma crossed Jordan’s chilly tide to rest forever at her Saviour’s side. We cherish every moment, each memory shared; her every kindness, and each heartfelt prayer. And one day we will meet again on that golden shore. Bec & Nick
Posted by Cynthia Taylor on March 20, 2011
We extend love to the family. Beryl was a woman of God who cared for others & prayed for them. She always asked after my kids & prayed for them. She sang & played with enthusiasm to the God she loved & will be remembered.Graham & Cynthia Taylor

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Posted by Beth Rees on March 22, 2020
How loved we were...I miss you Mum.
Posted by SHARONNE GUGLIELMUCCI on March 21, 2017
It's been a rough year for some of us down here. Thank you for always pointing us to Jesus so we can make our way even without you guiding us with your wise words and encouragement
Love you forever
Songs you sang come to mind all the time. Thank you for your example and love xx hope you and Krissy are singing together
I think of you both every time I'm in worship, knowing that it's what you are doing too x
Posted by lisa guglielmucci on March 21, 2016
Missing you Grandma, I bet your smiling laughing praising dancing and singing with Kris up in Heaven. My heart hurts while I wait to come too, it's a struggle down here
You were an incredible inspirational woman of God and it was an honor to have been a part of your family Love u lots lis xx
Recent stories
Shared by SHARONNE GUGLIELMUCCI on March 27, 2012

The story is told of a brave soul who dared to say of one straying child, "Nine out

of ten isn't bad, Bebs." 

Her response, "I will not let go, I will pray until the wayward come home, until my

last breath"

Thats exactly what she did. If you have her blood in your veins, she died praying

for you.

So much to be thankful for. 

Shared by Rev KRDV Prasad Rao on November 24, 2011

  Praise the lord

we are blessed through her prayer ministry

thousands of pepole been  Blessed through her son chris peterson

we are greatfull to praying mothers


pastor prasad rao


The Eulogy By Beryl Holmes

Shared by Kyoko N Dave Holmes on March 26, 2011

Beryl Violet Job was born BERYL VIOLET BANTON on July 22nd 1918, the ninth child and the seventh daughter of parents GRACE and THOMAS EDWARD BANTON.  She was born in South Australia at a small private hospital in Royston Park.  At that time the family lived in Arthur Street Payneham.  Her father was apparently not overjoyed at the arrival of No 7 daughter and on visiting the hospital merely said “Hmm another girl Grace?”

How right he was!  It was indeed another girl.  And what a girl she turned out to be!


Beryl (who I’ll now refer to as mum to avoid confusion) had a fairly happy early childhood.  She was doted on by her many older siblings, two of whom were responsible for naming her.


It was a busy household with the large number of children all at various stages.  Mum’s father was often absent.  Mum always felt very close to her Mother, a Godly woman with a Salvation Army heritage.  Mum’s early memories of her mother included seeing her early each morning with her Bible and Hymn book.  She watched as her Mother read, prayed, and sang a hymn.  Poverty and hardship were facts of life in a household where the breadwinner came and went and battled an alcohol problem.  In the midst of all this mum witnessed a strong, consistent life of faith lived before her eyes every day.  The impact of those early impressions perhaps set the tone for mum’s later life….she had seen godliness close up.


From the ages of four to eleven, the family lived in a home owned by Mum’s older brother Bert in Norwood Parade.  Mum attended the Kensington Gardens Primary School, and had many stories to tell of herself, her sister Heather and other school kids climbing the trees in what is now Glynburn Road, and of playing basketball against teams from neighbouring schools.  For that period Mum’s home life was stable.  She was a good student. 


Things became a bit chaotic again and the family situation changed.  Mum changed schools often during the next five years.  She was a shy child and found making a new start difficult. During  this time she attended Nailsworth Primary, Colonel Light Gardens School,  two separate short stints at a school in Cessnock NSW, then completed her schooling at Flinders Street Primary at age fourteen.


The shifts to Cessnock were in order to be with her elder brother Bert who was a preacher there.  Mum loved her big brother dearly and seeing him minister in the power of the  Holy Spirit made a huge and lasting impression on Mum.


Returning to Adelaide, Mum’s spiritual life progressed.  She gave her life to Jesus and was baptized in the Holy Spirit at age eleven, then was was baptized in water at Brighton Beach shortly after. As she grew up, Mum was involved in church life, Sunday school, prayer meetings, young people’s meetings, open air meetings, choirs, orchestras.  (No, not with the ukulele.  In the orchestra she played violin)  She was busy and happy.


She left school at age fourteen, even though she’d entertained hopes of being a school teacher.  It was the Depression era, social welfare was minimal so Mum worked to support herself and her mother.  They lived in a variety of low-cost accommodation or with relatives or friends.


Mum gained employment as a waitress.  This was in the days when customer orders were memorized, no carrying notepads. When customers paid their bills Mum handled the money and their change  without the aid of a calculator.  Inaccuracy could cost her her job.  Mum worked in Adelaide in Foy and Gibson in the dining room, then in a light lunch café in Gresham Street.


At around the age of fifteen, Mum had a good friend at church named Gracie Bowen – who had a cousin named Chris Peterson.  Mum was very young but was a bit impressed by this eighteen year old who was very sober, very sensible and very good looking!  Some special church meetings were scheduled for the country area south of the city where Chris lived.  Mum with her friend Grace and Grace’s cousin Chris were traveling to the church in Chris’s horse and cart.  Chris was intending to show how well his horse could behave even without him controlling it with the reins but the horse stumbled, the girls were tipped out of the cart.  No harm done.  Grace was still able to play piano at the meeting and Mum always blamed the horse!





Mum and her Mother moved to Melbourne where Mum first worked at the Elizabethan Tea Room.  She was offered – but she refused – the position of head waitress at the Windsor Hotel in Spring Street.  She refused the position because the establishment sold liquor and Mum had promised her mother she would never work where liquor was sold.  Alcohol had caused so much heartbreak in Mum’s home and been the downfall of her Dad, that Mum had no hesitation in keeping her promise. While in Melbourne Mum also worked in the cafeteria in Myers. She remembered the funeral of Sidney Meyer which occurred during the time Mum was working there.


Returning to Adelaide, Mum was employed at the Grosvenor in the Dining Room. Mum recalled walking down the steps of the Grosvenor in September 1939 to hear the newsboys hollering “Hitler Declares War”. World War 2 had begun.


Mum met up again with Chris Peterson and while Mum and her mother were living in North Adelaide, Beryl Banton and Chris Peterson were engaged.  Mum then spent the summer working at the Pipiriki Guest House in Victor Harbor prior to marrying Chris on February 20th 1940.  They married in Adelaide at the registry office and had a morning tea in the roof top garden of Moore’s in Victoria Square.

Even though Mum was the youngest in her family and vowed she was never “clucky” over other people’s babies, she sure loved her own as they came along.  She had been taught by her Mother and she taught us never to set our heart on a boy or a girl, because God would send what was right.  God did a lot of sending over the following years. Mum had babies in 1941, 1942, 1943, 1945, 1947, 1950, 1953, 1954, 1957, 1961.


In the midst of all this activity, in 1951, Mum and Dad and six little South Aussies aged between one and ten moved to Western Australia to a piece of land near Esperance.  Dad built a shed on it and there we lived.  Mum ran a household for years without electricity, heating, cooling, running water, even without flooring.  Pretty soon the little West Aussies started to arrive – four of them.  Mum’s life was incredibly busy, she faced hardships we could hardly imagine.  Everyone learned to work hard, discipline was strict (for those who played up!)


A special and rare treat was when we were allowed to stay up and Mum got out the banjo and we had a sing song in the light of a flickering Tilley lamp.  Later down the track we had occasional then frequent visitors who liked to sing too.  Guitars and ukuleles proliferated. And Mum was brilliant.  She could tune anything up, knew what key every song was in, could tell us what chord to change to while she did about fifteen different jobs all at once.  She was the inventor of multi-tasking!


As the older children left home, some drifted into traps that Satan sets for the unwary or the rebellious.  Mum and Dad hit a new high in their prayer life as they claimed back their children from Satan’s clutches. Some of us younger kids would fall asleep to the sound of Mum and Dad praying their prodigals home to Jesus.  God answered their prayers and we will be eternally grateful to Him and to our Mum and Dad.


The older kids, once soundly converted, were in marrying mode.  Between June 1968 and Sept 1971 Mum’s first six kids were married. So Mum embraced her knew role as mother-in-law.  She had a pretty fair idea of what a good mother-in-law needed to be – not nosy or interfering, always encouraging, helpful, practical, wise.  I quote here an insightful son-in-law who said of Mum “If  all mothers-in-law were like Mum, this world would be a better place”. Yep he got that right.


Sadly Mum lost her dear prayer partner and husband Chris Peterson in 1971, becoming a widow at age 52.  She still had two kids at school, two kids working and a daughter about to marry.  She had three little grandchildren.  Within a year of Dad’s death she prayerfully moved her children over to Adelaide, living in Greenacres, fellowshipping at Klemzig AOG, actively and happily serving God, loving His people, hospitable, busy, always prayerful.


In this environment, her younger children grew up, married and Mum then spent a number of years in Whyalla living with Beth and Peter and their children.  There she continued to be a blessing, making friends and enjoying fellowship there.





On returning to Adelaide, Mum was blessed to meet up with an old friend Arthur Job whose late wife had been a friend and work-mate of Mum’s.  Arthur played the mandolin and shared Mum’s interest in music and singing.  They were faithful, prayerful people and they married in 1988.

Dear Arthur Job was  an absolute treasure.  Suddenly surrounded by scores of little kids calling him Grandpa, he took it all in his stride and took them all to his heart. For the majority of Mum’s grandchildren, Grandpa Job was the only grandpa they’d known.  How sad for Mum and all the family when in July 1997, Arthur Job went to be with the Lord.


Mum recovered from her loss giving thanks for happy memories. She concentrated on her prayer life. I believe she was a force to be reckoned with as she went into battle for the next generation – the grandkids and then the great grandkids.


She also developed a new passion – singing to old people in Nursing Homes. Many of the residents were years younger than herself.  She would go with her dear boy Alf and was always so happy when she’d return, saying how very fulfilled she felt.  She played the Ukulele, Alf played guitar.  Mum loved to sing and had a fine alto voice.  She continued to visit Helping Hand at Parafield Gardens until a year or so ago.

When Nursing Home regulations required all volunteers to be police checked, Mum was more than happy to comply so I took her to the Holden Hill Police Station to lodge her application.  The guy behind the desk looked mildly amused.


In 2003, Mum was having some health issues.  In time, Graeme and I invited Mum to make her home with us.  After prayer and thought Mum moved in.  She continued to minister with Alf at Nursing Homes, continued to be a blessing at her local church, continued to pray for family needs, for the conversion to Jesus Christ of her straying grandchildren.  If Mum told you she’d be praying for you she didn’t walk off and forget.  She really prayed.


She loved God’s Word.  She got a satellite dish installed on the roof so she could watch Christian TV programs. She loved good preaching.  She loved going out for coffees, she loved Macca’s fillet of fish, she loved visiting her grandkids and great grandkids. 

She loved the little ones.






Mum was admitted to the Ashford Hospital on Feb 21st 2011. That was 71years and 1 day after she had married Dad.  Her family and many friends visited her there and we had some good times, singing old songs that Mum had taught us when we were little kids.  If  she wasn’t keen on a particular song, she’d say  “Come on, what else have you got?”  She sang some of her sweet harmonies, beating time with her hand or tapping her toes.  Woe betide the brave soul who missed a chord change or got the tune wrong. 


But she’d finished her course and Jesus called her home at 2:15am on Monday 21st March 2011.






When Mum was a young mother living a very tough existence, her Mother Grace Banton used to write exercise books full of encouraging instruction and send the books to Mum.  They contained little poems, devotional readings, words of songs, Bible verses, all hand written.  She also wrote Mum letters.  And always across the bottom of her letters she wrote these words


“Keep Singing Beryl”


I reckon that’s exactly what Mum is doing right now!