Peter David DeWolfe

September 15, 1937 ‒ September 11, 2018

Marion, Ohio

Our Dad, Peter David DeWolfe, passed away peacefully on September 11, 2018.

He was born on September 15, 1937, in Cleveland, Ohio. Dad lived the majority of his life in Marion; however, a large part of his heart has always been with Cleveland, which was apparent in his unwavering love (most of the time…“FOUL!”) for the Cleveland Indians. Naturally, this was then ingrained, for better or worse, in his children (Ann and George), grandchildren (Nicholas, Crosby, Jackson, and Parker) and great grandsons (Wyatt and Arthur).

Dad really did live life with a spirit that some people never get the chance to experience. We are so grateful to have had a front row seat to witness it and grow up being taught by example how to be kind, to help out when you can, that random acts of kindness can be done every single day and that being giving and generous should be done with a loving heart because it is right and good, not for recognition.

Dad was the funniest, and probably smartest, person in every room he ever entered. Anyone who met him certainly has at least one funny Pete story. He has kept us doubled over laughing even through this sad time. That is a gift he has left for us.

We know that some of his happiest moments were spent helping with sports and teaching at Marion Harding High School.  We are suggesting memorial contributions in his honor be made out to The Marion Harding Booster Club c/o Snyder Funeral Homes 360 E Center St, Marion, OH 43302.

Dad made so many friends throughout his life. He loved meeting people and hearing their stories and he enjoyed sharing his.

Please keep telling Pete stories. That is how we are celebrating him as a family.

We want to continue hearing the stories so that we can share them with our children and grandchildren. That’s how each of us, his family and friends, will keep his spirit shining.

If anyone would like to share a story, we have set up an email account specifically for that. Stories can be sent to We would like to share some of them in a tribute at a later time.

We are certain he is somewhere jogging, listening to the Grateful Dead, playing golf with his brother David, mowing a lawn to look like a baseball outfield and wanting us all to be happy remembering the wonderful moments we had together.

The DeWolfe and Franklin crews: George and Liss DeWolfe, Ann and Josh Franklin, Nick, Cros, Jack, Parker, Cameron, Wyatt and Arthur.

“Every silver lining’s got a touch of grey…
We will get by
We will get by
We will get by
We will survive.”

Snyder Funeral Homes, Denzer-Farison-Hottinger Chapel is honored to serve Peter’s family.  Online condolences and memories may be expressed by visiting

  • Anne & George, I was just thinking of your Mom & Dad and the fun days at Marion Country Club. I’m sorry for your loss.

  • So sorry to hear your dad has passed. My deepest sympathies Ann and George. I babysat you two quite a bit back in the early 1970’s.

  • Thoughts and prayers to Pete and his family. Pete was a dear friend and took care of me during my six seasons at Harding. He always provided great conversation and gave me a place to stay late Friday nights and was up early cooking a delicious breakfast before Saturday morning film sessions. Pete’s altruism, friendship, and huge heart will be missed dearly. Love ya buddy!

    Chris Harr

  • Our deepest condolences on the loss of your dad. You did a great job describing his many qualities. Many fun times at MCC playing golf and partying. Also an unforgettable trip to the 1973 Tangerine Bowl and visit to Disneyworld. Please know we are thinking of you. Pam and Jim Ellis

  • I wanted to say I’m so very sorry for your loss he was and always will be a good man .He was funny alot and he would always say what was on his . We will all miss him I will miss him dearly . Sending prayers to you and your family .I work at Community with . RIP PETE I will miss you.

  • I did not know Pete, but he was my mother’s neighbor. She lived on the corner of Durfee for 50 years. In her later years it was very difficult for her to walk and to navigate stairs.

    Each morning the newspaper was tossed onto her front sidewalk, but it would have been a major ordeal for her to get down the concrete stairs to get to it.

    Fortunately, a mystery person placed the paper right outside the front door each day. We finally figured out that it was Pete, taking his morning walk, and performing one of his random acts of kindness. It sounds like a small thing, but it meant so much to my mother and to her family.

    What a kind and thoughtful person! My condolences for your loss.