Randall Ray 'Randy' Peltier - Class of 1953

[Bob]

On Wednesday, July 13, Randall Peltier went home to be with the Lord. Born in Knoxville, Tennessee to Louise and Howard Peltier, he moved to Savannah in 1957, and here he stayed (“why leave Paradise?” he reasoned), married Betty O'Donnell (58 years last April), produced two beautiful daughters, Martha (married to Roy Swindelle), and Marie (married to Chip Fogarty), two wonderful grandchildren, Daniel Fogarty and Coleen Fogarty Robertson (married to Joey), and four beloved great grandchildren, Madison, Eva, and Lillie Harwood and Joseph Robertson.

Known fondly to his business associates as “Captain Advertising” he began his television career as a salesman with WSAV and ended it nearly fifty years later as General Sales Manager with WTOC, but to family and friends, he was Randy, Daddy, Boompa, and Boss – a man of many facets.

He was an innovator (even with the brain damage from his fall, he was still “inventing” devices to help him get out of bed and trying to figure out how to puree a hot dog for a sandwich).

He was a builder, converting a burnt out, broken down, overgrown piece of property (with help from Henry, his soul brother, and Betty White, his third daughter) into a solid (two 2x4's are better than one and don't spare the nails) and beautiful (those bricks are crooked – need to reset the whole driveway...twice!) family compound ..

He was a singer, lending his impressive baritone to the church choir, the Madrigal Singers, and the bathroom shower. (He was also known to belt out a chorus of “Old Man River,” especially after a few beers.)

He was a people lover, making friends on the spot (often bestowing a special nickname), who had a genius for recognizing talent (witness the peerless staff that he assembled at WTOC). Sometimes though, his faith led him out on a limb (how Stonewall Construction every completed Marie and Chip's house is known only to God).

He was funny (sometimes the jokes were old, but we laughed anyway), who knew how to laugh at himself (the Christmas Tree Adventure was a family favorite). And could he tell a story. (Who will of ever forget the “Cecil Clark” wake up call or the legendary Saga of Flagpole Hill!)

So let's remember him that way – creating, building, singing, believing, and laughing – fully enjoying his life along with those of us who were blessed to be a part of it.