Peter Hoshowski, of Vernon, BC, passed away on December 22, 2016 in the Vernon Jubilee Hospital. He was 90 years old.??Peter was born in Lytton, BC in 1926, the eldest of two boys born to John and Ksenia Hoshowski (née Kluk).
Peter married Betty Nauman on October 31, 1953. They were married for 63 years.
Peter was in the Royal Canadian Air Force when he met and married his wife Betty. After being stationed in places like Halifax, Red Deer and Cold Lake, Peter and Betty decided to settle their growing family in Vernon, BC, where Peter’s parents were already living. Peter went to work as an accountant at the nearby Consumers Glass plant, where he remained until restructuring forced him out. An intelligent, disciplined and hard-working man, he became a real estate agent with Century 21. When that dried up, he ran a Texaco gas station. Having grown up during the Great Depression, his overriding concern was to provide for his wife and seven children. This he did well.
He also had a knack for striking up friendly conversations with strangers. In one case, he actually found a long-lost relative just by chatting with someone while getting gas.
He remained active in the Legion and the Air Cadets until well into his 50s.
After his parents passed away, Peter began to attend meetings at the local Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses with his wife and children. While he never became a member, he was always respectful and showed a measure of belief in what he heard.
Peter is survived by his children Peter Marshall (Patty), William Paul (Gillian), David Kevin, Susan Lillian Teresa and Mark Edward Hoshowski, as well as grandchildren, great grandchildren, other family and friends.
Peter is predeceased by his younger brother Eugene Halsey and his step daughter Mary Jane Hoshowski. His wife, Betty, died little more than a day after him, in the night of December 23/morning of December 24, 2016.
Dear Dad: Like so many men of your generation, you were a closed book as to your real thoughts and feelings. We’d catch glimpses of the ‘real’ you, but they were few and fleeting. Our sincere hope is to see you in the resurrection, young and unencumbered with all the pressures and expectations you were bent under. Perhaps then we’ll all get to really know you and hear you genuinely laugh at something, instead of ‘snickering through your teeth’, as Mom always accused you of doing.