Peter C Gerrer
  • 65 years old
  • Date of birth: Sep 26, 1950
  • Place of birth:
    Queens, New York, United States
  • Date of passing: Oct 1, 2015
  • Place of passing:
    Tequesta, Florida, United States
Let the memory of Peter be with us forever
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Peter Gerrer, 65, born on September 26, 1950 and passed away on October 1, 2015. We will remember him forever.
Memorial Tributes
This tribute was added by CLIFF FISHER on 29th September 2017

"From the time we met at age 3 , So many outstanding memories... Ranger games, Notre Dame vs. Army with Pete"s Dad. Sickball in the backyard/streets, Tackle football on "cement"
Always the best advice, and support a friend could ever have! Best friend I miss you more than words can say...God Bless you and thank you for always being there.. Silver and Black attack!!"

This tribute was added by Chopper Castro on 27th September 2017

"I was reunited with Peter in Puerto Rico 30 years after growing up at the "Alley"" on 89th street in Jackson Heights. He was with Wells Fargo and I was with a big law firm in San Juan. We had a wonderful dinner and several bottles of Red Zin in the guise of client development. We hugged each other like long lost brothers. Which we were. In less than two weeks we contacted all the kids from the alley by internet and relived our childhood. Peter was instrumental in that virtual rendezvous. Pete was one of the big Guys we younger kids looked up to as we grew up. Thirty years later and we're both the same with each other. Pete playing first base as Willy McCovey stretching and scooping up everything out of the dirt. One of the good ones. Harold, Stormy, Cliffy, George, Sandy, Bobby, Griidley, etc. All of us knew him and cherish his memory. Chopper"

This tribute was added by Harold Leung on 26th September 2017

"I knew Peter a/k/a Walrus or Lurch in Jackson Heights. He and Stormy lived on 88th St. I lived on 89th St. Others in our group lived on 89th and 90th. Peter was part of a group of kids that got drunk in my basement when Choppy stole a bottle of his father's Pedro Domecq. We were part of a group of 5 that in 1966 started practicing Koei-kan Karate at the Main Ave. Clifton, NJ Dojo under Sensei Edward Kaloudis. Was Pete part of the Barney Googles crowd? The Castle Cave crowd? In college he went into Army ROTC and became a Field Artillery Officer after attending a course at Ft. Sill, OK. He told me, an Army Vietnam veteran,  he was going to leave Army service early because he didn't believe in serving in the Vietnam War. The last time I saw him if my memory is correct is when he visited Cliff Fisher in Texas. Pete left us too soon!"

This tribute was added by Kevin Grew on 26th September 2017

"Happy birthday Peter, I  hope you can see all the kind words that have been written about you so you know how much you are loved and missed.  Sorry I didn't return to Bona  this past spring for our 45th reunion, but I  I didn't see any point to be there without you. When I got Stormy's email today  reminding me of your birthday and the anniversary of your passing  it dawned on me that's why you have been on my mind so much the past couple of weeks.  Even to the point of shedding tears of joy reflecting back on our many trips from Bona to  Jackson Heights & Florida  during spring breaks.  I laughed when I remembered us getting hung up on the median in Binghamton while making a U-turn to go to McDonald's.  You had to get out and push me off of it.  I talked with Marylou  on Facebook recently and it reminded me of the time when you and I & she and Patty all went to a disco in New York,  which was all the rage back then.  To celebrate your birthday I will go listen to some 10 Years After or some Frank Zappa.  Happy birthday dear friend and hope we meet again someday."

This tribute was added by David Arm on 26th September 2017

"Senor Pedro Borbon Guerrero - We miss you every day, amigo.
From SF to Manhattan Beach to South Florida, from Tahoe to Texas to the Bahamas, we sure did tear it up, pal! Go Raiders!"

This tribute was added by George Scordilis on 26th September 2017

"Peter was a childhood friend and was larger then life itself. He was a wonderful person and was someone who you could count on. Growing up in Jackson Heights was very special. The friendships formed there were unique and very strong. Peter was one of the guys who always liked helping the younger kids in the group. We trained Koei-Kan Karate together with Cliff, Harold, Choppie and would travel by train and bus to Clifton, NJ every Saturday morning. He is missed and I thank him for being part of my early life. RIP and memory eternal."

This tribute was added by George Scordilis on 26th September 2017

"Peter was a childhood friend and was larger then life itself. He was a wonderful person and was someone who you could count on. Growing up in Jackson Heights was very special. The friendships formed there were unique and very strong. Peter was one of the guys who always liked helping the younger kids in the group. We trained Koei-Kan Karate together with Cliff, Harold, Choppie and would travel by train and bus to Clifton, NJ every Saturday morning. He is missed and I thank him for being part of my early life. RIP and memory eternal."

This tribute was added by John Gates on 26th September 2017


Happy Birthday, or as you used to say "Happy Dirthbay". The last time we spoke was exactly two years ago. It's hard to believe you're no longer in this world, but I have supreme faith that you are alive and well in the next world where we will all hopefully reunite one day. In the meantime have a great day and for your sake, I hope you have taken to harp music and clouds. God bless you my friend.


P.S. - for anyone reading this, I just posted a photo of Pete which I believe is from one of the mid-1970's U.S. Opens at the West Side Tennis Club in Forest Hills. I know that center court was clay, but I think some of the side courts were hard surface, as shown in the photo. If I'm right about the venue, I believe the latest this could have been was 1977, the last year it was at Forest Hills. If the year was in fact 1977, that would be 40 years ago and Peter would be just shy of his 27th dirthbay."

This tribute was added by Mark Brandin on 26th September 2017

"Big P,  another year has passed my friend and it's hard to believe that your not with us.  We all miss that special twinkle in your eye.  We're thinking of you and will have a cold one in your honor today. xo  MB"

This tribute was added by Rob Budnik on 26th September 2017

"Peter- I'm going to wish you a Happy Birthday my friend because to me you still live on and always will. I miss you and think of you often. It is hard to believe you are no longer here with us but you are always going to be "with us"
Happy Birthday Pedro- you big hairy beast!
Love you and miss you-

This tribute was added by Patricia Davis on 23rd March 2016

"I am so saddened to hear of Peter's passing.  He was such a wonderful person and even though we were married for a short time he was such a wonderful mate and step father to my children and they are both saddened to hear of his passing as well.  I know he will be missed greatly by all his friends.  Such a larger than life character who brightened my life those years we were together.  See you again my friend.  Patti"

This tribute was added by Mariayne Brodnicki on 6th February 2016

"Hey P, Maurice White is now where you are. I hope you have EW&F to ease your soul.  We miss you!"

This tribute was added by Mark Brandin on 3rd December 2015

"Peter Gerrer.............he was known by a lot of names which helps one understand the fabric of his personality.  There was Bear, Big Bear, Big P, Petear, Chewy, Pacco, Pedro, Pedro Barbone or just plain old P.  I'm sure there were many more that I don't know or have forgotten.  But what ever name people used to address our pal........the reaction would be a smile, a laugh, a shake of the head and sigh of happiness.  More than likely a story would follow about an adventure which ultimately lead to a special and fun time.  It shouldn't be a surprise that his favorite TV show was the Honeymooners featuring Kramden and Norton.  He named his dogs after characters in the show.  I used to love reciting lines from the show with him and busting into gut hurting laughter!!  Big P would arrive at my house with maybe a change of clothes and a tooth brush.  Soon after his arrival we would be going thru my stuff trying to find something to wear the next day because he had "heard" about a party or event that we "needed" to attend!!  And he wanted to  dress the part and boy could he put together some special "Peter" looks.  Transportation was never Pedro's long suit..........often times he didn't have any way to get around yet there he would be at the next party standing tall with that big chicken shit grin on his face waiting to give ya a big ol hug............. and then he'd start talking softly pointing out a lovely in the corner or suggesting what to do next when the party lost it's interest.  Toward the end of the night Big P would wisper " maybe we ought to have just a little more.......what do you think?".  The big ol Bear had a real Alfred E. Newman about him...."What me worry".  If you didn't want to continue the adventure that night with him.......no problem he would figure a way home:).
Well I guess you've found a new home and I hope it is "home" for you my great friend.  Your spirit still strong in our hearts but I got to tell ya it's the shits not having here with us to embarce, laugh, cry, lie and just be in the moment with............you left our party too early and that wasn't like you.  God Bless you P"

This tribute was added by Ed Bugliosi on 3rd December 2015

"OK. Wow!  so sorry to hear this.  My association with peter goes back to our 2 years together at St. Bonaventure in 1969 and 1970. We lived on the same floor of Devereaux Dorm, the floor with all the jocks  ..Bob Lanear, Bill Calbaw, Matt Gant. 1969 was the year St. Bonnie basketball team almost went he whole way at the NIT. As you can imagine it was a free-for-all since none of the jocks had to study.  It was also the year of the first freshman women at St. Bonnies!

Peter and I hit it off right from the start.  And here's where the story gets a little 60's-ish.  Of course even at a small Franciscian college tucked away in the southern-tier of NY, recreational drugs were ubiquitous, including LSD, of course (hey, it was the year the first led Zepplin album was released!).  peter had connections to a "friend" in NYC that was a chemist, or knew a chemist.  Every few weeks Peter would get an envelope in the mail   ...with a sheet of white blotter paper (remember the old quill ink pens?)  ...with a series of small little green dots the size of a pinhead all across the paper.  he would announce that the "mail had arrived" and would proceed to cut the paper into little squares with a dot in each one and hand them out to "participants" on the floor.  You can imagine (well maybe you can't) the outcome for the next 10-18 hours!!!!!

St. Bonnies saw us get into a lot of shenanigans. peter was always ready for a party and as a big old "bear" commanded a lot of respect when at a bar (especially on escapades up into Buffalo, where one of my roommates, Kevin Grew, was from.  I could go on about escapades in college, from demolishing the town barn down at the local park along the Susquehanna River, to the "TV heist" when there was a train strike and a row of train cars sat on the tracks behind our dorms. Needless to say many of the guys on the floor all of a sudden had brand new color TV's in their rooms....  ended with the FBI investigating and a few being expelled.

Crazy stuff!  But we were kids and it was the 60's and everyone was rebellious, and anti establishment.

The most memorable event with peter was when he invited me to his home in NYC for thanksgiving in 1970. We took the bus down. I had never been to the city since I was a 12-year old kid going to the world's fair.  When we got there, he informed me that his parents were gone on some trip and wouldn't be home, but his mother had left a turkey in the oven, timed to cook for us.  Well, Peter had a couple of the little pieces of blotter with him and we decided to ingest.  The next thing I remember is driving around NYC in his Dad's black Lincoln limo (he was an undertaker, as I recall) listening to Frank Zappa's "Chunga's Revenge" that had just come out.  Let me tell you, it was a ride I will never forget  ...you just can't imagine!. We returned home unscathed (car too) and the turkey was ready and we savagely attacked it. It was the best tasking turkey i have ever had!

My time at St. Bonnies with Peter wasn't all drugs and partying, We had many interesting conversations about the war (we were both lucky enough to have high numbers for the draft), life in general, and just "boy talk" when you're 19 and away from home for the first time.

He was a true friend, and I just recently in the past year or so found him via the internet. we chatted a few times via e-mail and I called him once and we talked.  Even after over 40 years of no contact, there was the instant college bond that we had established. i can only imagine the friendship he garnered and gave over the years to all of the other people that he touched in his life.  Although I wasn't in close contact with him, his passing leaves a small gap in my heart. we were all blessed to have been touched by his spirit.  May we all touch someone that way too, in our lives.

Be well old friend.    ..buy the ticket, take the ride....

love ya' man

This tribute was added by George Gundersen on 3rd December 2015

"I had the pleasure of meeting Peter about 1980.  We both worked for the same bank in California, we knew many of the same friends and we lived close by each other, Peter in Hermosa Beach and me in Manhattan Beach.  As a result of spending quite a bit of time together in California, we developed a long enduring friendship that lasted 35 years.   We joined forces again when we both moved to South Florida.

Peter was more than a friend; he was a member of my family.   He joined us when we attended hockey and baseball games.  When we played golf, held dinners or convened at the 2 Georges for drinks.   He attended the wedding of my oldest daughter in Portland, Oregon and was the hit of the reception with all the ladies by dancing the night away.  His dedicated Arthur Murray Dance Studio lessons coming into great use.  He developed a great relationship with my youngest daughter with regards to the Harry Potter books and movies.  They would spend hours in discourse discussing all of the particulars of the recently released book or newest movie.  To me it was all Greek.  He knew my brother and my mother.  I in turn felt like a member of Peter’s family whether spending wonderful hours at Thanksgiving Dinner, attending the Honda Classic golf event, playing golf or out for drinks with Peter and Gerard, again at the 2 Georges.

When I answered the phone that late Thursday evening, I never thought I would hear that Peter had passed away.  I was in shock, that couldn’t possibly have happened but it did.  I don’t believe that any of us had any thought that he would pass at such an early age.  I had no time to say good bye and to thank him for his friendship over these many years.  Thank him for being there in the good times and during the times that weren’t so good.  Thank him for the laughs, the adventures and all the memories we shared. I smile when I think of each of them and I will cherish them for the rest of my life.   Peter was a gentle soul embodied with a great sense of humor, a hardy laugh and a friendly embrace.  He was a man who left us too soon and he will be sorely missed.

I am sure that Peter would want those who loved him to remember the good time spent together.  To laugh at memories of shared experiences, to celebrate life and its many opportunities and to not linger in grief and sadness at his passing.

I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one
I’d like to leave on an afterglow of smiles when the day is done
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways
Of happy times and laughing times and bright sunny days
I’d like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun
Of happy memories that I leave behind when the day is done.

Vaya con Dios Pedro and rest in peace."

This tribute was added by MaryLud Baldwin on 2nd December 2015

""Peter Bear", as we called him, was a huge part of my life for several years in San Francisco. We had a lot of fun together with many adventures, from roller skating in costume across the Golden Gate Bridge to a wild kayak camping trip in Alaska.  Although we lost touch over the years, he will always have a large part of my heart."

This tribute was added by Richard Sasserath on 2nd December 2015

"Peter was a good friend from my childhood in Jackson Heights, NY. I remember such fun times spent with Peter. Although I had not seen Peter in many years, I will always remember him as a fun-loving guy with a wonderful personality. I was so sorry to learn of his death, and I offer his family our deepest condolences.
Richard & Patti Sasserath & Family"

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