This is our space to remember and celebrate the life of Paul Pederson. Collecting stories and memories of Paul here will offer great comfort to his loved ones. Thank you for contributing to this lasting memorial.
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Remembering Paul Pederson
Paul's students and colleagues remember his time at The Boys' School at the City of 10,000 Buddhas.
https://igdvs.org/2020/05/24/remembering-paul-peterson/
I lived with Paul for a spell while we were in the philosophy MA program together at SFSU. I will forever cherish getting to know the kindest soul I have ever met.
Once when we moved him from one room to another in our little damp Victorian on Austin... moreI lived with Paul for a spell while we were in the philosophy MA program together at SFSU. I will forever cherish getting to know the kindest soul I have ever met.
Once when we moved him from one room to another in our little damp Victorian on Austin St., we had to be really careful not to place books on the floor. "They should be as close to our minds as possible," he told me.
We had an ant problem one month in the house. One afternoon I found him carefully putting as many as he could fit onto a piece of cardboard, walking outside to the deck landing, gently letting them off onto the railing, coming back inside, getting a few more to climb onto the cardboard. And again. And again. Never once ran out of patience. It's just what should be done.
The passing of Paul is one of those relatively few instances in life when saying "The world is not as good or as kind of a place as it was just a moment ago" is not simply a nice thing to say about someone. It is, in Paul's case, a measurable fact. less
Paul was our across-the-street neighbor kid my brother and I played with for several of our formative grade-school age years, but we've been out of touch since then. I don't think I have any photos of him from my childhood, but the photos I've seen of... morePaul was our across-the-street neighbor kid my brother and I played with for several of our formative grade-school age years, but we've been out of touch since then. I don't think I have any photos of him from my childhood, but the photos I've seen of his life on the website at ... https://photos.google.com/share/AF1QipNlnGbbWjwYArGMYQz28mLdI8EbeuQQaqKrL5pQucKkNsbkRuliH52oKnfx1nu5yA?key=ZkQzQXN0OTF2dDZTdGhLekY3R2tfZ0ZBSzR1WHdB
show that he had a pretty wonderful life even after being one of my neighbors, which makes me happy, considering what a weird childhood we had.
We called Paul "Eelie Bob", don't know why, and memories I have of him include him putting a combination bike chain lock around his waist that was maybe 18" long, and him getting kinda panicked that he couldn't suck his waist in any more to get it off. He finally did, obviously. He also had a ink stamp that read "Eelie Bob" and he stamped his forehead with it, and stopped a car to show them, but they just told him to get out of the road. Probably thankfully my old brain doesn't remember many other moments of weirdness we shared, but apparently Paul grew out of that stage like most kids do and went on the have a good life, which unfortunately ended way before it should have. I will remember him fondly. He played a big part in my early years. less
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