First Bob then Peter, what a loss for Earlham...it is not even fathomable yet that these two beloved men have left this Earth. Peter was a true gentleman. To say it simply, he will be missed.
Wendi Weimer Fowler ‘94
Gazing at your picture now, I see those gnarled hands, the same hands I remember clutching a pen over a stack of papers in your strangely shaped office on the second floor of Tyler. I wondered then, as I wonder now, what it must have been like to have those hands...and that bent spine, too. I remember not one word of complaint, not one, ever. Instead, you mentored me. You suffered my sloppy writing, choosing to take my ideas seriously even as you would comment pointedly on my utter failure to proofread. You listened to me sympathetically but were ready, too, with well placed sarcasm whenever you perceived I was taking myself far too seriously. You praised me when I deserved it--as when I finally learned to critically evaluate Marx, a hero of mine. (I remember how you took Marx's side slightly even as you applauded the line of argument I had risked. I had overreached a bit, you seemed to tell me, but I was right, in essence. One had to be a responsible critic.) You also defended me when the results of my comps disappointed others. I later learned you told your colleagues: "He's a good writer when he has time to think." I wrote you once, after getting my doctorate, to express my long-overdue gratitude. I only wish I could have conveyed my thanks in person, but you were too ill the one moment we might have had to reunite. And, now you are gone too soon.
Rest peacefully, Peter. I will miss you.
Loren Lybarger ‘86
Peter's mix of generosity of spirit, erudition, empathy, and commitment to students is a testimonial to the great qualities of Earlham, and to the dedication of faculty whose intellect and skills would allow them to work anywhere but who choose to commit to teaching and nurturing Earlham undergraduates. I remember during my senior year and working with Peter on a loosely-defined and rambling senior thesis I'd developed on modern Ireland, I told him that I was applying to Ph.D programs in history. There was a flash of indulgent amusement that crossed his face when I told him this, which quickly disappeared as we discussed the topic in more detail - a flash that said, all at once, that he thought I would have a useful, but brief, time in graduate school as I tried to wedge my short attention span into endless days holed up in the library, but that it was an experience I'd benefit from even if I moved on to something else, so he wouldn't try to talk my headstrong 21 year old self out of it. All of that was quite right, as it turned out, and if I'm projecting somewhat about what he might have thought, that projection comes from the generous spirit, encouragement, and intellectual rigor he applied to all of my work with him. I'm a better person for having studied with Peter, an am proud to have been his student.
Andrew Fiske ‘91
Dear Peter,
For the last week I have resisted trying to write down my memories and thoughts of you. Then it dawned on me that I probably owe you a letter and that if I wait any longer I might get even further behind in our correspondence.
You inspired me to love learning and teaching History. I remember as if it were yesterday entering that classroom on the 2nd floor of Tyler in the fall of 1978 where you introduced JB, Dave, Jim, and a crew of other sophomores to 20th-century Europe and historical interpretation and clear and precise writing and such luminaries in the field as Gordon Graig, AJP Taylor, Gordon Wright and Paxson (?) on Vichy France. (Somebody mentioned Christopher Hill and the World Turned Upside Down... that, too, but perhaps the following spring.) The world was never the same for us.
Like many others, I have very fond memories of sitting in your office talking about Labor and politics and doubtless a lot of other topics, but mostly Labor and politics. I'm almost embarrassed to think of how naive I must have been but if you were not really interested, you sure did a good job of faking it.
After Earlham, we kept in touch as you followed my identity quest to Palestine and Syria. It meant so much to me that you remained interested. (Why else would you write?)
You will never know how much JB, Dave, myself and many others appreciated being able to enjoy your company one last time in the fall of 2006 when we celebrated our 25th. I am kicking myself for not writing you back sooner.
Love,
Steve Tamari '81
I believe I was in the first class Peter ever taught at Earlham. It was the fall of 1976, and I was a senior looking to meet my second history class requirement. The class was named something like "The Life and Times of Winston Churchill." The class met for two or three hours at a time. In the first class, Peter started lecturing and just kept going nonstop. My initial reaction was that if he was just going to lecture for the whole class, I was sure I'd be bored to tears by the end. But I'll never forget that he just kept throwing out one interesting line after another, and I was fascinated for the entire 2-3 hours. I remember that he "liked" the first paper I wrote (B+), but that on every paper thereafter he reminded me that it wasn't as good as the first one. One day in class Peter was badgering a classmate (later to become a Distinguished Alum) about a paper she had written, and she was almost in tears. Many years later I brought up that day and Peter told me that the two of them had remained close friends after she graduated and were in touch often. I agree with the others who have noted that Peter could play the bully but we knew there was a good heart underneath.
My grad school experience was in a place where the culture was quite different from Earlham’s, and it took me a while to adjust. I wrote to Peter about it, not expecting him to have time to write much, but I received a long letter in which he shared his insights about grad school and life in general. That one letter made a huge difference in my perspective.
On one of my visits to Earlham in the 90s, Peter related to me that in the beginning he had not expected to stay very long at Earlham. I guess Earlham was quite different from the places he had been, and from the places at which he might have imagined himself. It was great to hear at that time that Earlham had sucked him in and that he was in it for the long haul. I think Earlham was good for Peter, and he was certainly great for Earlham. My interactions with him certainly rank among my best memories.
Charlie Post '77
Within the first class of Intro to European History I knew that I wanted Peter Cline to be my advisor. His teaching style has left the strongest impression on me of how truly good professors can be. It seemed effortless to the point of amazing how he could lecture with his notes sitting in a pile. He would lecture but not tediously as he would sneak in hilarious biting witticisms on the great figures or current political policies. He was jovial, friendly, interested in what we had to say, encouraging, brilliant and humorous. Outside of class he was much the same. Not only could he make the class interesting but as a character he was so interesting himself! I loved our conversations! I can't imagine another professor who I can talk about the Reformation with while in the same conversation exchange views on the Grateful Dead! He has been a major influence on me both as a student and a person. I respected him not just as a professor but as a friend and will miss his humor and knowledge greatly.
Emma Sundberg ‘09
I'm terribly sad to hear this morning of Peter's death. I sent him this letter in the wee morning hours of 3/28, and can't think of another way to express my love for him, except by sharing it.
Peace
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March 28, 2008
"In the beginning of Time, the great Creator Reason, made the Earth to be a Common Treasury, to preserve Beasts, Birds, Fishes, and Man, the lord that was to govern this Creation; for Man had Domination given to him, over the Beasts, Birds, and Fishes; but not one word was spoken in the beginning, That one branch of mankind should rule over another."
Gerrard Winstanley, The True Levellers Standard, 1649
Dear Peter,
Had we not known, especially in the coldest Star Wars days of the hottest war, when you were just gathering your professorial steam, that people had been thinking these leveller thoughts for hundreds of years, many of us today might pass the notion that we’re the ones a bit off our rockers. I personally return to Christopher Hill, in my opinion your greatest introduction, every couple of years or so for a sanity check.
Thank you so much for feeding the minds of so many who continue to dream of a world turned upside down once again.
In fear of getting yet another “I”, I just pulled an all-nighter, because a letter from Earlham says they’re celebrating your life and career today. Though I have not been in touch, I think about you often, and want to wish you a glorious retirement, with much more history to be read, and made.
I also want to thank you for spending so much personal and professional time with me during my flash through the Earlham community. I remember fondly all the smoky conversations (I sure hope you’ve quit; I’m still a hardcore addict), a rare teacher with a true love of the dialectic. Thanks a million for the time in London, and sorry about being too distracted with the shadows of the great one in Highgate cemetery, the youthful pleasures of the Brixton clubs, and the heady struggles on the streets of early ‘80’s Belfast to pay much attention to your syllabus.
Perhaps in retrospect, I should have paid more attention to my studies. (My mother continues to think so) Perhaps I should have marched right down to the PO to sign up for Carter’s pinche draft registration so I could afford more schooling…NOT! Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I am forever grateful for the brief time I was lucky enough to spend with you, and that you are forever in my head and heart.
With much appreciation and love,
Steve Gillis ‘83
Coming from Ghana, I can count the number of papers I had written in my high school career (3, one for each year including the final high school essay). It was therefore a huge challenge for me when the time came for me to enroll in the Humanities Class. I took Humanities A with Peter Cline in the fall of 2002. I was not used to class discussion, but Peter Cline was very understanding of my situation. He challenged me in my writings and probed me to be a strategic writer. I am grateful for having been a part of his life and will never forget him.
Wo ojo gbaa Peter Cline
Andy (Nana) Bray ‘06
I adored Peter; he was a great teacher and friend.
Over the years, whenever I thought about Peter, I would always recall that mischievous spirit that would make classroom discussion so vibrant and fulfilling. I'll miss that twinkle he would get in his eye that evinced his playful spirit and the full depth of his character and intellect.
Matthew McWilliams ‘94
Peter is a truly wonderful man. He taught me so much about strength and the power of belief. At the most basic level, Peter taught me how to become a stronger writer by teaching me how to believe in myself. He introduced me to, and cultivated my love of, Russian literature. For his patience, his kindness, his love of teaching, and so many other things I remain grateful.
Brandee Chanin ‘97
Peter was the second pillar that held my sanity together during my four years studying history at Earlham. Bob Southard, as for many others, was the first. I bounced between the two, who took turns being my advisor. Peter was effortless, wonderful and incredibly kind, polished and smart. My most vivid memory of him was his huge pen, a visual reminder of just how difficult daily life was for him. I believe I am remembering correctly that Peter had suffered a serious infection that was very painful during the time I was at Earlham. He survived, but I remember being very concerned for his life, even then. It makes me incredibly happy to hear that Peter was able to teach so many more students and that his interests towards new disciplines continued to evolve even as his health declined. As with Bob, I had been looking forward to making the long trek for my next reunion to see these great teachers of mine. With Peter's death, I have to admit, for me Earlham has lost its heart. My sympathy goes out to all who were close to Peter, his family and friends, colleagues and students.
Janine Schwab ‘94
I was a history student who (at least on the first go-around), didn't pass two of my three comprehensive exam questions. I have always had very high expectations of myself and I've usually been bitterly disappointed when they go unmet. Peter explained to me that this happenstance was merely procedural.
"You probably won't even remember (having to re-take two-thirds of the test) a few years from now," he said.
Obviously, I DO remember it because of his sensitivity. It is very uncommon (possibly a bit moreso now than it was then) for a person in an institutional setting to give anyone this kind of "There's nothing to it," message. For one thing, he knew me from a previous class a couple of years prior, but I also think he had a unique way of curtailing any trace of our culture's ever-popular "Move it or lose it," sentiment.
During our meeting, he also expressed his admiration for my pursuit of teaching as a career by citing positive memories he had of some of his grade-school teachers. I'd like to attribute these qualities to Earlham and to his position within its infrastructure, but I also don't think of Peter as someone who would have been the product of ANY institution or system whatsoever.
He may have been perceived by some as simply a friendly soft-spoken professor, but I think of him as having been a fearless paragon. My hope and prayer is that his memory will elucidate this quality in the minds of those who knew him best.
Samuel Bean ‘99
When I was a junior at Earlham College in the early 1980s, I was struggling with my future. I had already declared a major in history, but I wasn’t quite sure what I should or could do with that degree. One afternoon I meandered into my adviser’s office and asked him why he became a history professor. “I suppose it was a lack of imagination and my personal disposition,” he replied with a wry smile. He also admitted that he loved the study of history and because he didn’t want to go to law school he settled on teaching in order to earn a living. “Since then,” he added, “I’ve made a virtue out of a necessity.”
Peter Cline might well have taken a job at Earlham in 1976 out of necessity, but over the thirty-some years he taught there he made teaching an indisputable virtue. When I learned of his recent death, I couldn’t help but mourn the loss of one of the most beloved individuals I’ve ever known. Peter and Earlham complemented each other well. Though he earned his history degrees at major universities, he was genuinely committed to liberal arts education and its potential to enrich students’ lives. He also modeled that belief in his classroom and in his life.
His Harris tweed sports-coats, English mannerisms, and neatly trimmed mustache reinforced the image of a dyed-in-the-wool European history professor. But his ability to communicate with young people from many different backgrounds was the distinguishing mark of a true scholar.
Peter read widely, thought deeply, and communicated his knowledge with gentle good humor and in a manner that was engaging and respectful of the young minds he taught. I was so impressed with him that I took as many of his classes as possible and even a few independent studies. Fellow history majors and I enjoyed many evenings at his house debating the merits and shortcomings of an historical event or discussing the most recent historiography.
But Peter’s greatest gift was cultivating in me a sense of intellectual self-esteem and encouraging me to pursue a doctorate in history. When I graduated from Earlham in December 1981, I was at loose ends. I couldn't find a job back home in Philadelphia and I didn't want to return to live in my parents’ house. Nor did I really know if I wanted to do graduate school. Peter, who understood my dilemma, suggested that I join him as paid program coordinator for Earlham's spring semester in London.
That semester was among the most productive and happiest months of my life. It seemed that most evenings we'd talk well into the morning hours about teaching, education, graduate school, history, or current events. I certainly didn't have the intellectual maturity to be a very thought-provoking conversation partner, but he treated me as a colleague and took my remarks seriously. He also allowed me to "teach" a Quakerism course and take the students on a trip to northwest England where the religion was founded. While he completed the actual grading of essays and the assignment of individual grades, that course was my first real opportunity to teach . . . and I loved it. That autumn, I enrolled in Brown University’s graduate program in history, the beginning of a long process, which eventually resulted in a doctorate at the University of Pennsylvania in 1993.
Today, colleges and universities are financially strapped. To save money, they are increasingly turning to adjuncts or less experienced instructors fresh out of graduate school. As a result, they are not only compromising the academic quality of teaching at their institutions, but the quality of their students’ social experience as well. Peter’s example serves as a guiding light for small liberal arts colleges and the importance of experienced and dedicated educators. He understood that teaching young people extended far beyond the narrow confines of a classroom. He knew that good teaching engages the student in life itself, challenging him to question the moral conventions and stereotypes of our society, cultivating the potential in him for constructive change in that society. In the process, Peter showed those of us who entered the profession of higher education that good teaching is the most challenging and personally rewarding profession to which a person can aspire because it demands intellectual rigor and high standards as well as compassion for and faith in young people.
I was blessed to have him as a role model.
William Kashatus '81
I'm sorry to hear of Peter's passing. He is the only professor from Earlham that I still think about. I had him for my first Humanities class and he would tear my papers apart. I think he failed me, or gave me a D, on my first five or six papers. By the end of the term he gave me a B- and B on my last two papers, and then proceeded to give a B for the quarter. When I went to see him about the grade he gave me, he said, "Tony, it is not where you started...it is where you end up that matters." As an educator myself, I have never forgotten that moment, or those words.
Tony Loewer ’84
Dear EC friends and others who loved Peter Cline:
I had just returned from a weekend of work in Tora Communal Conservancy here in Namibia, helping them with their community based tourism activities, when my son, who is now a student at EC, sent me an email to tell me the very sad news about Peter Cline.
Quite simply Peter ranks as one of the most important guides in my life's journey. It is times like these where living so far away in Africa, is regretful. I would want to be there for the funeral and to lend my strength to his family and other close friends, colleagues and students (past and present). I'd want someone to hold my hand who knew Peter and with whom I could share my sense of loss.
Over the years since my graduation in 1982, I regularly visited Earlham whenever I happened to be home in the States. Always, I made time to visit Peter. He always made time to talk with me. His quality of mind, sharp sense of humor, and insightful comments on almost every issue still echo in my memory. Living far away from family and friends has taught me to have a good memory for sights, smells, colors, faces, sounds and feelings. Whenever I want to, I can close my eyes and visit those that I care about, in my mind. I can picture and hear Peter right now as if I talked to him yesterday.
I was able to spend some moments with Peter when I visited in October during Homecoming. I am grateful for that memory.
Peter was my Humanities I teacher back in the day. Also, he was an August pre-term professor the summer before my sophomore year and I was assigned as a tutor with him to help the incoming freshmen. Thinking critically and writing accurately was the main lesson plan. I think I learned more in tutoring those incoming freshmen than I did when I was an incoming freshman!
That August, Peter was on a diet. I'll never forget us meeting about the various books we were reading with the students. We usually met before lunch. He had to eat special foods, so could not eat in the cafeteria or other places. He ate wheat bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon. He usually had carrots or something else like rabbit food on the side. And he drank, ugh..boring bottled water! In those days, bottled water was a weird thing to me. Sometimes he had alfalfa sprouts on this bagel. I did all that I could to concentrate on the main points on which we were to assist the students and not think of how is mustache wiggled as whiskers on a rabbit!
Peter's eyes were always alive with intelligence and bright with the excitement of 'knowing.' His voice was always calm and he epitomized, "being smart." I was too thick at that time to get most of his humorous side comments, but I never felt he was making fun of me. I always felt he had eternal patience.
As a kid from D.C. in those days, I had not had such close dialogue and exchange with white people that weren't policemen or some other official. I was never sure if he ever realized that about me at the time. Calling him 'Peter' just about blew my mind! He broke down several barriers and stereotypes that I had lived with until then, and allowed me to not "get ready for flight or fight' when white people came around; but to actually listen, hear him and be listened to! I could hardly believe that this white man was listening to me as a person; and that my comments mattered and that I was welcome to offer even a differing opinion or point of view. He actually, sometimes, noted what I said as if it mattered! It seems strange to look back at those thoughts now, but that was where I had come from at that time. That had not been my experience up until then; I was 17 when I arrived at EC and 18 that particular summer when I worked as Peter's tutor for that pre-term. I had thought that white men usually spend their time putting black folk down, dismissing our complaints, locking us up or being frightened of us. Peter silently and perhaps unknowingly, taught me to see white people in an entirely different light. He freed me; he and Stephen Butler. They taught me and equipped me for the multi-cultural, international life that I have today and I am forever grateful.
I wish I could be there for his funeral and memorial. But, the next time I am in the bush on safari (in a few days we are going to do game counts of desert lions and elephants), I will concentrate on the beauty of the pristine Namibian vista; listen to the lions' roar at night, and think of Peter.
Jackie Wilson Asheeke '82
I owe many thanks to Peter Cline. He was the single greatest influence on me in regards to developing my writing skills. The extra time and attention he gave me will always stay with me. I remember his calm demeanor and encouragement, for which I have no way to begin to thank him.
It seems like yesterday he was editing something I had written. I can still see him clacking away at the keyboard with suggestions of how to reword or organize the thought more effectively.
Thank you, Peter. May your spirit live on in the lives of the people who were lucky to have known you.
Jason Slayton ‘98
Peter Cline was one of the best educators I have had the privilege to have studied under. I had Peter as my professor for Hum I, and every semester thereafter took every class I could that he taught. By far my favorite was History of Sexuality, Society, and the State; which my roommate also took and we affectionately called "Sex with Pete". Peter had a great wit that snuck up on you if you weren't paying close attention in class. He respected the intelligence and individualism of his students, and I am so sad that other students won't have the opportunity I did to learn with him.
Samantha Barnes ‘01
I took many classes with Peter as a history major, and feel that I learned a great deal with and from him. I while I remember vividly my time in his classes, the engaging discussions, Peter's historical descants, and the number of hours I spent trying to figure out what he was talking about, I remember more the kindness and quality of Peter's character. I remember sitting in his office for over five hours talking about everything and anything, only checking the time upon leaving to realize it was past dinner time. Our discussion that evening, and on others, covered every topic from ancient, medieval, and modern history, to literature, his time at Stanford in the mid-60's, music, especially our shared appreciation for the Grateful Dead, friendships that had affected us both, travel experiences, and life in general. I will hold on to my memories of Peter for they have become a part of me, and I hope that I can be a teacher, a mentor, and a person of great quality and character as he was. He is and will be missed, my condolences to his family, fellow friends, and loved ones.
Andy Nelson ‘06
Peter taught my Humanities A course during my first semester at Earlham, and therefore played a unique role in welcoming me to the community. I will never forget a class, mid-way through the semester, when it quickly became evident that a majority of the students were behind in our reading. Peter reacted indignantly, even encouraging students to leave the classroom if they couldn't contribute to the discussion (in fairness, I think he was having a rough day). At the time, I thought he was overreacting, but with hindsight I've come to believe that that was an indication of how seriously Peter took his vocation, even in an "intro" class such as Humanities. I remember him fondly and with great respect.
Jim Stokes-Buckles ‘03
We never discussed faith -- yours or mine, yet you knew belief in the Divine played a large role in my life journey. And so when my senior comps fell on the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter and I bemoaned the timing, you quipped, "We thought it appropriate for you to experience your own personal holy week." On that Saturday morning when I sat down to take my comps, you gave me comfort and courage with your typed words: "The question asks a lot of you, but you bring a lot to it. Godspeed, Peter." As I wrote on your question and the questions of my other two advisors, if I felt lost in any way, I turned to your encouraging words and pressed forward knowing you had confidence in me.
And so now Peter I say to you, life asked a lot of you, but you brought a lot to life.
Godspeed dear friend
Evelyn S Garner Araujo ‘86
Peter loved his students and loved the ways in which worlds of inquiry and knowledge would become available to young minds during discussions. His capacity for remembering names, faces, events and individual strengths created special moments in class. His standards were always worth working toward and his spirit was one to emulate.
I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to have taken my final history class with Peter Cline.
Mary Brunelle Simon ‘80
In 1987 during winter term of my senior year at Earlham, I had the great fortune of participating in the London program, which was led by Peter. It remains to this day a highlight. Every Thursday, we would gather at Peter's flat to study London history, have lunch, and share our experiences of London's theaters, museums, neighborhoods, pubs, etc.... These meetings were made all the more memorable by Peter's wonderful wit and humor. Our weekend jaunts to Oxford, Avon, Bath, Canterbury, et. al. were equally remarkable and were so ably lead by Peter.
As a science major, I regrettably didn't find much time in my schedule for classes offered in Tyler Hall, but I consider myself extremely privileged to have had the time in London with Peter and my fellow Earlhamites.
The college has indeed lost a terrific teacher, mentor, and friend.
Jenny (Carson) Goeglein ‘87
When I think of Peter I'll continue thinking of his courage. I know of no one who met continued escalating physical misfortune so directly and with such good humor. He knew what triggered his various discomforts through close observation and occasional experimentation. He played the hand he was dealt with an acute intelligence actively engaged. He seemed without self pity. He was matter of fact. He was astounding. I shall miss him.
Hal Hanes
I am so saddened to read of Peter's unexpected death. He was an important teacher to me. I appreciated his openness to chats at reunions and will miss his presence.
Anne Supplee ‘89
I only had Peter Cline for one class as well - Humanities 1. I found his class to be very interesting and challenging. He made it clear that he genuinely cared for his students. I recall one incident in particular - a fellow student in my Humanities group told me that he hated to be the bearer of bad news, but my first paper stunk. Peter Cline gently pointed out the positive aspects of my paper during our group discussion and made it clear that it was not that bad an effort (I think earned a B on that one). I also recall that he was generous with his time and always had a warm greeting when we crossed paths on campus. I am sorry to hear of his passing. My father died three years ago just shy of his 71st birthday - still too young.
Thea Warner ‘87
My wife Emily (EC'94) and I were devastated to hear about Peter's passing. He was in our thoughts the day of his retirement dinner. This news was shocking to say the least...and in fact, doubly so with the passing of Bob as well.
I originally wrote this for Peter's retirement dinner and I wanted to share it here. I only wish Peter could see it as well.
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I remember the first time I saw Peter walking from his car to Tyler Hall. It must have been about 1990. He was dressed in a brown tweed hat and matching sport coat. He was walking slowly, as he always did. That image of him will be forever burned in my brain.
Those who have had talks with Peter outside of the normal boundaries of academic discussion will always remember the devious twinkle in the eye that Peter got when he was about to impart a particularly juicy or funny tidbit about someone or some place. Usually that merry twinkle was followed by a particularly unvarnished view that I really loved during my time at Earlham and continued to appreciate during all my talks with him after Earlham.
I remember when Peter was hospitalized back in 1991. I tried to visit in the hospital at least a couple times. I remember the first visit in particular. Peter was propped up in his bed as some nurses buzzed in and out. I sat off to the side at first while his ex-wife and friend Ann was tidying things up around Peter and he was watching her with a slight smile on his face. After she left for some errands we got to talking and Bob Johnstone walked in.
Bob looked a bit flustered and was somewhat at a loss for what to say. It was funny. Bob J was my first advisor at Earlham and I never knew him to be at a loss for words. After Bob left, Peter said “I tell you, it feels like I am holding court here. Everyone comes in and pays their respects. It’s wonderful, but it can be tiring. Thank God I’m not dying; I wouldn’t have the energy at all.”
We talked a bit more and I gave Peter a book I had recently read (Charles Kuralt: A Life on the Road) and indicated it was lighthearted, interesting reading. Peter asked if I would put it on the pile in the corner for him. Over in the corner was a pile of about 20 books. On top was a large book: Rituals of Dinner. It was about the origins and evolution of table manners. Peter said that Evan Farber had brought it over. It was new in the library and he thought it would be good reading. Peter looked at me and said “I don’t know whether I should read it for interest or take it as a not so subtle hint.”
That was Peter in a nutshell for me.
A couple years after leaving Earlham, I decided to head off to do my MBA at Notre Dame. During a visit to Earlham, I dropped by Peter’s house and we talked for a bit. I told Peter that I was going to sell out and work for "The Man" instead of pursue History. Peter said “That’s all right. Every school needs big donors."
I had innumerable talks with Peter during my time at Earlham. He was a great advisor, a witty & excellent professor, and a wonderful friend. As Maria Morgan correctly noted, he was a wonderful gossip at times. He was never malicious, but his sense of humor was always at the root of it. I cannot count the number of times he got me laughing in the course of our discussions.
Since leaving Earlham, I talked with Peter a few times a year to see how he was doing, keep him updated on my family, and check on the Earlham family. I would usually I call during my evening commute and sometimes only via e-mail. Despite the fact that I could not see him, I always pictured that twinkle in his eye and that sly smile on his face.
Bill Asch ’93, History
Peter Cline taught my Hum IV class at Earlham - Introduction to European History. Peter was a master at helping students learn. In his class I learned history and was introduced to the importance of history. I grew to admire history as a discipline and admire Peter for his ability to make history come alive. The introduction to his 1991 syllabus on European History was Peter in a nutshell: "... for coherence, we shall pass quickly over the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries and decelerate for leisurely deliberation with the seventeenth century..." As a senior, I thought his transparency was so cool. How cool? So cool that I kept the syllabus even though I wasn't a history major and had no expectations of studying history in the future.
Jonathan Singer ‘92
How sad to hear of Peter's passing. He was my Hum I prof in 1994 for the 3rd floor EH Living Learning group. I'll always remember him for being challenging and just slightly intimidating to a first year, first term student. By the end of the term, however, my intimidation was replaced by respect and affection. He did indeed write extensive comments for each paper, and it challenged me to put as much time and effort into my work as he did. It was just one class for one trimester, but Peter put me on the correct path for the rest of my Earlham career.
Amy Kimball ‘98
Earlham has lost yet another treasure with the passing of first Bob and now Peter. As a European history major I had the pleasure of taking many a course with Peter. Perhaps most memorable was a Fork/Knight seminar I took with him and just two other students on this history of sexuality. Earlham classes are usually small, but being in such a tiny group really allowed me to get to know him on a personal level and catch a glimpse of the immense intellect and down-right snarky attitude that made him such a joy to be around. As someone mentioned above he was forced to live in constant pain towards the end of his life, but not once did I ever hear him complain nor did it stop him from his academic curiosities or dampen his love of both learning and teaching. Peter will be missed.
Jon Spencer ’99
I don't believe I ever had a class with Peter, but after I graduated I was secretary to the history department for a year, and did a lot of typing for him. I was a very good proofreader, and my most prominent memory of working with Peter was how much of a kick he got out of the fact that I made a typo on the word Bris, and then when he corrected me, it became clear that I didn't know what it meant (for anyone else out there who may be like me, it is the word used for a ritual circumcision). I have never forgotten the meaning of that word, and always think of Peter when I see it!
After working for the history department, I spent a year as administrative assistant to the CCEMP (Comprehensive Community Energy Management Program) director in Richmond's City Building, who happened to be Peter's wife, Ann. Ann was also a wonderful person, and many of you may remember her unexpected death some years ago.
I exchanged Christmas cards with Ann for many years, and then after her death, I began to exchange them with Peter. It was always a great pleasure to hear about his travels with his sisters all over the world in recent years, and his cats.
When my daughter visited Earlham last spring (she chose instead to go to the University of Maine at Orono, which is only 45 minutes from our home), I went by Peter's office, hoping to see him again, but he was not there at the time. I am so sad that I did not get the opportunity to reconnect with him in person. I will miss him very much. Thank you for letting us know about his death.
Marta Rieman ‘78
I fondly remember Peter's genial nature. He was easy to talk to. I especially enjoyed my Senior Seminar with him, in which he facilitated interesting discussions. He seemed to be genuinely interested in my thought process.
Anne Rettenberg ‘85
In Peter Cline's Humanities II class my freshman year, one of our reading selections was "Peasants into Frenchmen." It was a pivotal book and set me on a path as a history major. Fittingly I asked Peter to be my advisor; a task he graciously agreed to. As my advisor Peter was kind and encouraging.
I can attribute my continuous love for history and learning, in part to having been in Peter's Humanites II class back in 1988.
I am sad to hear of his untimely passing.
Mary Girard ‘91
I had the pleasure of completing my degree with a class with Peter Cline and Bob Horn. We had a small, diverse group of individuals in the class, but it was one of the most enjoyable and memorable experiences at Earlham. Peter was an incredible teacher and always created a challenging and welcome environment for everyone. So sorry on this loss.
Allison Austin ‘90
Peter Cline was my first adviser at EC. The first time I met him was the weekend before classes started. He had invited all of his new advisees to his house for dinner. Though I don't remember what we ate, or what we talked about, I do remember that I felt at home. Quick to smile and even quicker at cracking dry jokes, Peter made me feel at ease. He was a dedicated and passionate teacher and, perhaps because he was so wise, he was not afraid to share authority in his classroom.
I miss him already.
Stella Ress ‘02
When I left Egypt to come to Earlham, my writing skills were very poor. As my humanities professor, Peter did not stop at providing comments on my papers. Instead, every week, Peter would spend hours after class teaching me how to present analytical thoughts on paper. He would also engage me in discussions and arguments on every topic imaginable (including modern Egyptian history - a personal favorite for both of us). He was always very thoughtful but also incredibly funny. I learned so much from Peter, and I owe him much more. I will truly miss him.
P.S. By the way, thanks to Peter, the comments on my papers went from "see me after class" to "A"s. I even published a couple of articles after college. I am eternally grateful to Peter.
Tamer Nagy Mahmoud ‘02
I am deeply saddened to learn of Peter's death. He was my faculty advisor at Earlham, a great mentor, and a good friend. His enthusiasm and dedication to history and to academic learning was infectious. He will be greatly missed by all.
Charles Gurd ‘82
I have fond memories of Peter because he helped me apply for and receive a Fulbright Teaching Assistantship in France after I graduated from Earlham. I did not know him well when I started the application process, but it was evident to me that he cared deeply about his students. Thanks to Peter, I was able to live in Paris for a year, teach English in a French high school, and have the best time of my life. I know many in the Earlham family will miss him, but we were blessed to have him.
Mary Landrum ‘96
Peter Cline was not only an excellent history teacher; he would spend a tremendous amount of time helping his students refine their work. I really respected Peter and enjoyed his courses. The discussion was always lively. I only regret I didn't have more courses with him.
Kathryn Flynn ‘80
It is with great sadness that I learned of the passing of Peter Cline. I have had little direct contact with Earlham in the decades since my graduation, but, as with many of us, the College and its people remain in my heart forever. Peter has always been and will always be one of the fondest and most profound memories of those long past but never forgotten days. I recall with great affection and with a keenness that makes it seem almost yesterday an afternoon spent in his office, talking not just about the classroom material but about the college experience as a whole, about life, history and philosophy. A simple half-hour professor-student appointment turned into a three-hour conversation. My girlfriend at the time, who was waiting for me back in my dorm room, nearly did not believe that I had been there that long. I'm sure she suspected I'd found another girl! But I hadn’t. Instead, I had found a passion for life, a love of history and all things philosophic, the joy of scholarship, gossip and storytelling--all in the person of Peter Cline. He made me feel as if I were so much more than just a mere student. No—to him, I was a fellow scholar, a learner, a friend. He had wet my appetite for the pursuit of history, the joy to be found in the stories of the past and their relevance to the present and the future. It is a passion that has never left me. It is a memory I cherish.
Peter may have passed on, but he will never leave. His legacy will be forever found in all of those whose lives he touched--mine and so many others. He taught with a passion for his scholarship and a respect for those who sat in his classes. He taught his subject, but even more, he taught his methodology--how to encourage learning through gentle guidance and enthusiasm. Even today, whenever I find myself in the role of teacher, Peter is one of the models I use to perform my assignment. I can only hope that I will always measure up to the lessons he taught so well and that live in me still.
Stephen B. Knowlton, III ‘81
I'll never forget Peter. He was my academic adviser from the start and meant a tremendous amount to me as I transitioned to college and dealt with the death of my father the spring before. He was a man capable of amazing warmth and wisdom.
His dry wit was unforgettable. He made a discussion a discussion of Randolph Churchill, Foucault, and Victorian morality downright hilarious but nonetheless enlightening, with his mixture of critical insight and off the cuff humor.
Indeed, I credit a great deal of what I have become personally as an adult and professionally as an attorney to Peter's influence.
I will miss him sorely. In the years since graduation, whenever I returned to Richmond, I would have lunch with him at Little Sheba's and two hour discussion of history, democratic politics, British politics, and what was both right and wrong with the world. I mourn not having that opportunity just one more time.
David Fuller ‘01
Peter was my professor for the final year of the Humanities program, my freshman year. I struggled quite a bit in my adjustment to Earlham, but Peter never gave up on me. He was supportive when he needed to be, and pushy when he needed to be. When he was in his office, his door was always open. When I needed an incomplete, not only did he give it to me, but I spent much of my winter break on the phone with him, discussing ideas and ways to work within deadlines. When I came back from a leave of absence, I saw Peter from time to time, exchanging pleasantries and occasional conversation. At my graduation, Peter was up front, with a big smile on his face. I was never very close with Peter, but he was to me the epitome of what a professor should be: devoted to his students as growing human beings who needed nurture and care. He will be greatly missed.
Jake Adler ‘07
I was shocked to receive the news of Peter's passing, and like others, I was shaken to the core. Thinking over what Peter has meant to me, I realized that he is the only prof with whom I have kept up contact (albeit sporadically) over the long years since graduating from EC. I, too, enjoyed Peter's teaching, both in the classroom on campus and in the living laboratory of the England Programme, as well as the personal touches that Peter brought into our relationship... Compassionate Teaching, I suppose one might call it. More like being himself and "burning brightly" I'd say.
Peter likened himself to a curmudgeon, but those of us who spent any time with him know that he was in fact one of the kindest and most generous souls on this benighted planet. I am especially saddened to know that Peter does not get to enjoy his retirement with the passion and glee with which he approached the rest of his life. He was a mentor and a model of living truthfully, honestly and with an open heart for whatever life might bring.
He helped me through several tough times, just by being himself and sharing the wisdom of his experiences as a man, human, scholar, teacher, compatriot and a kind of friend.
Happily, our most recent correspondence was about the Jane Austen films that have been broadcast this winter/spring on PBS; I know Peter got a kick out of them. I wish I had a more brilliant story to tell, but all I can remember are flashes here and there, of London, and Stonehenge, and the glorious White Cliffs of Dover, and chocolate, and how each group of roommates nervously dined at Peter's at least once during our stay, when we were still too young and foolish to realize that he was not just our professor but a human being in his own right, expecting nor offering perfection. But Peter was of that class of temperament that made one feel so comfortable in his presence that I would forget to pretend around him, let down my guard, and find that I was still as highly regarded and respected as I had been when I was trying to be what I thought I was supposed to be, instead of being myself.
Although I'm sure there are many other wonderful profs and people all around EC, Peter's many gifts will be sorely missed.
Holly McEntyre ‘88
As I sit here sharing other former student's memories of Peter, my eyes swollen and the Kleenex piling up, I am awash in my thoughts of my most-beloved professor. As I returned to EC this past October for our 25th reunion, one of the items on my to-do list was to rekindle my friendship with Peter. It did not happen and it is now a great regret with which I will live for my remaining days. I had so much personal and professional respect for him.
Peter was dedicated to teaching students how to learn. I was lucky to have him in Humanities as a freshman because, as a product of a large public school, I was in serious need of being taught how to teach myself. Peter not only did that but ignited a passion in life-long learning in me. I would later take two more classes with him. He was an essential and integral part of my maximizing my learning experience at EC and, afterwards, in post-graduate studies and my continued love of history. Peter, you would be happy to know that all of the books you assigned are still on my bookshelves by my side (most re-read several times and some missing their paperback covers) as I type this memoriam to you, my friend. As always when I pick one of them up, I will think of you.
When I think back to those many late afternoon and early evenings, sitting in Peter's crowded little office, discussing history, politics, and life in general, I am reminded of two particular conversations. One regarded my indecision between wanting to pursue medicine or to pursue a career teaching history. Though I can't recall exact words, from that day forward Peter had given me the assurance that I could be a doctor but still continue a life long engagement with history, which I have done. Peter, you would also be happy to know that I have as many history subscriptions as anything else and have yet to find a museum I don't find fascinating (much to the chagrin of my family.) Thank you.
The second conversation was of a much more personal nature. Having been raised an only child in an evangelical Christian home (by two very loving parents,) I was coming to the realization that I was probably gay. The late 70's was a different time for young people coming out in the midwest and Peter was the first "adult" and mentor with whom I ever spoke. His caring wisdom and advice would later come flooding back when I finally came out and engaged living life as an openly, and more importantly, proudly, gay man. Peter, my partner of twenty years and I, owe you thanks for our life together as well.
I could go on, but, in every bluebook, Peter always berated me for my lack of any sense of brevity or conciseness. So, in honor of you, my friend, I shall stop and say, "Goodbye.” You will always be remembered in my thoughts. Thank you.
Brad Johnson ’82
Peter was really one of my favorite professors and given that I was a Computer Science major, I think that speaks to how exciting he made the study of history.
When I came back in ‘98 for my 10th reunion, I really enjoyed speaking with him again.
Peter led the London program in 1987 when I went on it. He was a terrific guy, and handled all of us smart-alecks with skillful ease. He was a bit of a smart aleck himself, which didn’t hurt! He also took to living in Camden Town for that winter term as if he were a native of the neighborhood.
My one (humorous) memory of Peter was one where he sought to quell my New York snobbery. He allowed as how New Yorkers were such snobs that they would become incensed even if people from other cities or towns claimed to have a worse – problem- than New York did. I think the exact quote was (with Peter role-playing as a New Yorker) "You want crime and pollution? I'll show you crime and pollution." Somehow he worked this into a lecture on the History of London. It doesn't convey well in writing, but he had me laughing in stitches.
Peter used all tools at his disposal to be a wonderful teacher, his sense of humor most definitely included. I will certainly miss him.
Andrew J. Brust ‘88
Peter introduced me to college level writing. He was kind and helpful and offered to spend extra time after class until I caught on. I am saddened by his untimely death and will always remember his warm smile.
Alysha Hearn ‘02
I had the opportunity to serve as Peter’s assistant in England for the study abroad program in 1997. He was well liked by his students and had a tremendous impact on my life in the time that I got to know him. My prayers are with the Earlham community as well as with his family. He will be missed deeply.
DuJuan Harris ‘96
Peter was my academic adviser and teacher of many of my classes, including an independent study that focused on his dissertation research. He taught me to think and gave me a strong appreciation for academic scholarship and the liberal arts. I certainly would not have become a professor without him and even if I had I would not have had the benefit of his example which influences my teaching every day. I will miss him greatly.
Michael McQuarrie ‘90
I had the pleasure of having Peter for humanites II. He was always patient, insightful and very pleasant. I lived in Richmond for three years after graduating and I saw him regularly. We both enjoyed sports cars. He always would stop and chat with me, even though I was not a history student. I always thought that he absolutely loved his work and really cared about his students. Peter was a truly decent man.
My thoughts and prayers go out to Peter's friends and family.
Rohin Ullberg ‘87
I was sorry to learn of the news of Peter's death and yet touched that he continued to do something for which he was passionate. I have never read War and Peace again since I graduated from Earlham, but I did appreciate Peter's leadership and discussion style. May God rest his soul.
Sandra C. Paran '81
I am so saddened to hear of Peter's sudden death. I took Humanities III with Peter back in 1980. He was a wonderful professor... kind, funny, witty, always believing in and encouraging our cognitive and written expression with a heartfelt spirit. Peter embodied the Earlham Professor... creating the wonderful learning environment that Earlham is so known for.
Cindy Beanblossom '84
The love that Peter's students and friends display in their e-mails allow me to know the person that I've known for 55+ years but really have never known. Peter was "peter" back in the 50's and we were lucky to have lived with the upbringing we had and the disciplines we had to abide by, even though, in our mind they were too tough for the times. Peter found his way and he did it with purpose and resolve and that is what I respect. While I shall not cry I am truly saddened by his passing because he represents what a journey well traveled can do for those who have purpose. Respect and compassion are a just and deserved reward.
Anonymous
What I will remember about Peter... One time, early on in my career at Earlham, I was busily getting ready for my 10:30 am class in the copy room when Peter entered the room. I quickly ducked my head down and looked busy as he was a "senior" faculty member and I was very much his "junior." I was quite sure he did not know me or, if he did, did not care to exchange empty pleasantries. "Hello, Jay" he said, as he went around me to pick up his mail. "What are you so busy getting ready for?" I stammered something about an Education course and he proceeded to share a very warm and engaging five minutes worth of conversation with me.
Since that first exchange, I grew very fond of Peter (mostly and unfortunately from a distance) but I was lucky enough to have a few more of those brief copy room exchanges and his passing only makes me wish we had time for a few more.
Jay Roberts
I was honored to have Peter Cline for one Humanities IV class in 1987 or there abouts. What I remember about Peter is the truly amazing amount of time he gave to his students - in and out of class. He communicated a genuine sense of interest in our ideas - sometimes for hour-long sessions. I think now these must have been very self-obsessed on my part. But there was Peter Cline - charming, engaging an 18-year-old in conversation on The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire (or something along those lines) as if I could have possibly had some insight that was worth an hour of his time. It amazes me today - and makes me very much hope my own children can find guides and teachers to extend to them the serious consideration, the kindness and the real liberalness of thought that Peter extended to us at Earlham.
He - and others - exemplified what I hold in my heart as the real gift of Earlham. The Teachers. What terrific, terrific people. What a priviledge it was to be among them.
Jane Walsh ‘90
I am saddened by the news about Peter Cline. He was really one of the ingredients that made Earlham so special while I was there, and important for me after I left. He taught me how to write a paper during 'Pre-term' and Humanities classes. I still remember the specifics of his encouragement and feedback every time I write an article or paper today. I became a Biology Major but still had him as my advisor because he had opened my mind in a way described by others.
I agree that he will be missed tremendously and remain an important part of my memories of Earlham.
Thanks, Peter.
Hans Kersten ‘86
In studying history, we often deal with remembrances of things past. So there is perhaps an irony in Peter's passing giving us the chance to share remembrances of his, and our, past.
While not a history major, I had the great fortune of having Peter for great classes such as History of Philosophy and Philosophy of History. Working with professors such as Peter helped me understand the value of a liberal arts education. His accomplishments are all the more amazing given his pain. Staggering to think what classes would have been like without it.
I am the better for having known him, learned from him, and talked with him. I am so glad that I went to Earlham, all the more so for working with Peter. There is a special place in my heart for him.
Andy Qualls ‘81
I was saddened to hear recently, in attending a social gathering of fellow Earlham alumns, that Peter Cline had passed. I was a History major and was in several of Peter's courses. I found him to be highly entertaining, with his sharp wit. In addition, his commitment to the student-learning process was always evident in his facilitation of group discussions and in providing his own insights into course material. At various points during my college career I had some struggles and greatly appreciated his support and the suggestions he provided to make my life easier. I know from talking to many other Earlham students that they share my sentiments of Peter so I know that he will be deeply missed as an integral part of the Earlham community. Thanks Peter.
Jeffery G. Wellington ‘00
I was one of those students lucky enough to have Peter during my first year at Earlham. He introduced me to some of my favorite literature.
The grades that most of us received on our essays were lower than many of my classmates and I were used to - this frustrated many of us, but lit a fire under me to become better. It was an open challenge that he offered us. This led me to re-write essays countless times, visit him during office hours and struggle with what quickly became apparent - that my writing was shabby.
I hadn't met my goals (or "good enough" grades) during that first semester, so the next year, my sophomore, I took a independent study with him to continue reading literature he'd choose and write essays reflecting on what I had read.
This led to my fondest and strongest memories of Peter - the hours we'd spend in his office talking about literature, often leading to our personal lives. My sophomore year I was heartbroken, devastated by the loss of a lover - and Peter was the one who I could easily connect with about it because he opened himself up to me and the heartbreak he had experienced during his lifetime. This was so unique in our culture because of our age difference - he was an old man, and I just a kid. Somehow he had the strength to equate us, and we connected over an emotion that many might claim can only be fully understood by those more mature, older, than I was then. His stewardship of my emotional and academic innocence – his calm caring and willingness to open to me, makes him as much a part of Earlham as any other factor.
The news of his death has left me heartbroken again, and I’m left here at this computer screen with only his words of years past to remind me that it’s okay.
Peter - I miss you. You made Earlham Home.
Nate Kayhoe '06
Peter Cline led an overseas study program to London, and I was fortunate to be able to go in 1985. He was a fantastic trip leader- sharing is passion for the city and history, and really pushed us to engage in the culture. I had had him in a humanities class, so I was ready for his sense of humor. What I hadn't appreciated was his compassion. Even in the relative safety of London, Peter was always very concerned for our welfare. He ensured we had a great time as a group, and individually.
On the last night, a few of us took him out, and he told us about the first time he traveled to London. I'll always be grateful that Peter Cline introduced me to London.
Samuel Garst ‘88
My memories of Peter are tied more to England than Earlham; he lead our semester in London in the Spring of 1997. I could tell he was enjoying being there- the first mental image that always comes to mind is him sitting on a bench at Warwick castle, sharing a laugh with the TA (whose name I'm ashamed to say I can't recall at the moment). I think I'll try to dig up my box of photos tonight.
Kevin Inouye ‘98
I was truly saddened to hear of Peter's death. Even though I only ever had Peter for one class (Humanities III), I thoroughly enjoyed his class. His manner of leading discussion was wonderful, in that he was able to bring out not only the most pertinent points in any discussion, he was also able to bring out the best in each student. He will remain forever as one of my fondest memories of EC.
Eric Deibler ‘87
Peter was a mentor and close friend for five months during a study abroad program in England in 1997. When students gathered at his apartment every week, he doled out reimbursements for cultural events that we attended. Many of us tried to stretch the definition of "culture" to include rock concerts, shooting billiards at local pubs, etc. Peter didn't approve all of our claims, but it was always a lively discussion. He will be missed deeply.
Alex Davis ‘94
I always enjoyed peter cline when attending EC. This past fall, I had the extreme pleasure of sitting in on one of his first year classes with my son, who was on a campus visit. We enjoyed ourselves immensely, and I chatted with Peter via email afterwards. We are deeply saddened by the news of his passing.
Anne Kirchgraber Mckee ‘81
Peter was my first college history professor when I began at UC Davis in fall 1973 where I took his History of Western Civilization class (1500 to 1815). He opened my mind to the intellectual study of the past. Later I took his 19th Century British History class. Through his encouragement I spent my junior year studying British History at Edinburgh University. Sadly for me when I returned to Davis he had moved on to Earlham College. Yet over the next 30 years we maintained a periodic correspondence, occasional telephone communications and developed meaningful friendship. I always considered him the most influential mentor in my life. His brilliance was inspiring, his wit was charming, but most importantly, his kindness was enveloping. A part of Peter will always live on in the enduring humanity he brought to me.
Randy Bunn, UC Davis '77
I was so very sad to learn of Peter's death. I was a student when Peter had just started teaching at Earlham. "Cosmic Order and Earthly Change in Early Modern England" was the intriguing title of the first course I took with him. I still appreciate what I learned in that class. The reading—consisting of the writings of various seventeenth-century political figures and philosophers—was intense and difficult for me as a first-year student; but what a feeling of accomplishment I had as I managed to join in class discussion and write on this challenging material! Peter was always kind and encouraging to me. His many comments on papers were incredibly helpful. As a history major, I took other classes taught by Peter, including a class in the Philosophy of History, which he team-taught with Bob Horn. Peter's classes were mostly in a discussion format, as I remember them, and I appreciate this aspect of his teaching especially. Along with Bob Southard, whose recent death still saddens me, Peter will remain a central part of my wonderful memories of Earlham.
Amy Slotten Schutt ‘80
I only had Peter for one course, my first course at Earlham (Hum I), and it really helped to define the rich and wonderful experience that I had as an undergrad. Peter exemplified the academic rigor that makes Earlham's liberal arts education such a unique experience. From Peter, I learned the true meaning of critical thinking, as well as intellectual humility. I'll always remember the wit & sarcasm in his teaching as well; Peter always kept you on your toes, and I can honestly say there was never a dull moment in his seminar.
In my own career in teaching in higher education, I consider Peter to be a mentor and aspire to the excellence that he modeled. He will be missed!
Ben Gorvine ‘94
I was upset that I was to miss Peter's tea last Friday, because I was away that day and he has always been a special person to me. I had planned to pen a note to share my thoughts with him. I am so saddened to have missed that opportunity and even greater to have lost a treasured friendship.
What makes a person special.........I guess it depends on the individual. For me, Peter was that special individual. He was kind, he was so intelligent, he was genuine, he was witty, he could deliver a line with the right panache without missing a beat and whoever was on the receiving end got the message.....and I feel fortunate to have had my time with him.
Goodbye Peter.........thanks for the gift of you.
Cindy Parshall, Earlham Faculty
Peter was my colleague for twenty-one years. I was fortunate that when I arrived at Earlham as a new faculty member he took me under his wing, appointing himself my Humanities Program "buddie" and generally introducing me to Earlham's ways. He was a wise and thoughtful mentor.
Peter was one of the most tenacious, resilient people I've ever known. He lived with almost constant pain, I think, for at least the last decade, and probably longer, yet absolutely refused to give in to it. It was sad but moving to see him slowly make his way from his parking place into the Bolling Center, knowing how difficult movement was for him. But he was determined to stay on his feet, no matter how challenging walking had become.
In some ways, it seems cruel that on Friday afternoon, as we gathered in the Richmond Room to watch a video and honor Peter, he was already in his last illness. Yet I think that he would have preferred laughter and celebration for the rest of us, even if he couldn't be there.
Thomas Hamm, Earlham Faculty
Peter Cline was an excellent professor. He managed to both respect and challenge his students' ideas. He will be missed.
Brendhan Flynn ‘00
It was so hard to learn of Bob's death, and now Peter, I can hardly speak or stop shaking. Peter was my adviser and friend. I adored him. We would talk in his office where he would eat popcorn out of a white paper bag from the coffee shop. He would always ask me to open his drink because his hands were so bad.
He talked of how good it felt every morning to swim. His body was free from pain and constriction in the water. I told him that I had an aunt and a cousin with the same affliction. We talked of surgeries and medications.
He taught me how to write and critique others and I learned so much history. Oh to hear his jokes. There was a distinctive group of professors that represented Earlham for me. That represented the education and knowledge I took away from there and Peter was at the top of that list.
Earlham is losing the best. I hate that I have not been able to get back for my 5 or 10 year reunions, and now with Bob and Peter both gone my 15 next year will be so sad. They live on forever in the books on my shelves that I have always kept from their classes.
The Saturday that Peter died I had reconnected with an Earlham Alum, and we talked of Peter, I hope he heard us, because he was in our hearts and minds and will be forever.
Jocelyn Lambert ‘94
A conversation with Peter was always pleasurable because of his wit -- and yes, love of gossip. Perhaps because Peter remembered that I am a collector of postcards, he would drop me postcards from rather exotic places in his travels. The last one I received was from Nordkapp on July 4th of 2007, and in typical witty fashion, Peter wrote: "There is not much to recommend North Cape other than its distinction as northern most point in Europe.....Our fellow passengers used words like "remote" and "isolated", ignoring that we were tramping about on their glacier."
As befitting a scholar of Great Britain, Peter loved books as much as he loved cats and gardening. . He had come to Bloomington to stay with us several times when we lived there, on one such occasion; he sent us a flowering plum tree afterwards. It is a hardy tree with pink flowers in early spring and crimson color leaves that last well into the fall. There is no lovelier sight than when an early morning sun sets the leaves ablaze with a red translucent glow. When a loquat tree in our yard here in Pacific Grove was felled by a storm several years ago, I wasted no time to replace it with what I had called "Peter's tree". It now stands as a glorious memorial to Peter. He will be missed, but never forgotten.
Maria Morgan, Former Colleague