Peter Roberts Adams *

Barneveld, New York
The Hill School
Fitch House

American Civilization; Freshman Soccer, Co-Captain; Varsity Soccer 2,3, Co-Captain 4; Intra-mural Softball 2,3; Freshmen Squash 1; Varsity Squash 3,4.

*Peter passed away on May 16, 2011.

In Remembrance

Peter Adams passed away peacefully in his sleep, unexpectedly, on May 16, 2011 in his apartment in NYC. He had just returned from a weekend visit to his beloved family home in Barneveld, N.Y., on the Upper Canada Creek in the Adirondack foothills north of Utica.

He is survived by his sister Katharine Adams, his nephew Ian Bouras and a wide array of friends. Peter’s junior year roommate David Farren writes that “Peter seemed slow to rebound from several hard losses of loved ones in recent years, due in part to ailments of his own that he never complained about. He was a gifted athlete during his years at Williams and thrived on Cole Field as a solid defenseman and co-captain senior year of the soccer team, as well as being a varsity squash player.”

Peter was an alumnus of the Buckley School in NYC and the Hill School in Pennsylvania. At Williams, he majored in American studies. After receiving an MBA from NYU, he worked as a marketing executive for International Paper and, more recently, as a keen private investor following sports-related companies. David continues: “As a friend, he was generous, genial, humble and imaginative and always ready for a good time. Peter’s curiosity about life helped him make fast friends with people from backgrounds very different from his own, and they will miss him.”

Peter’s funeral took place in Barneveld. A number of classmates were in attendance, including Alison and Jim Kolesar, Dori Jacobson, Annie and John Hartman, Will Barnes, John Brewer, Paul Isaac and David Farren. The flowers on the casket were purple and gold. Paul Isaac forwarded a copy of the eulogy delivered by Peter’s friend and neighbor David Esterly, who said that although Peter’s body failed him in the end, “I don’t think he ever grew old. He never lost his youthfulness. He never outgrew his boyish enthusiasms. Peter was a case of arrested development, in the most enviable sense. The morning dew was still on Peter’s world, right to the end.”