Morenci’s mystery policeman?
“He used to be the best guy in town with the kids,” Dorothy Davis said.
Dick Baker remembers the big “Capt. Kangaroo” style pockets in Pete’s uniform.
“There was always plenty of candy inside that he would give to kids,” Dick said.
He remembers going up to say, “Hi, Pete,” just to get a treat.
Erma Mackey remembers being helped across the street by Pete when she was growing up here in the 1930s.
“He was a really nice guy,” she said. “I think he was probably the only officer in town.”
Lynn Farley remembers Pete’s chair that he used to observe life in Morenci.
“He often sat in front of city hall in a captain’s chair and watched the traffic go by.”
He didn’t just watch, says John VanValkenburg. He remembers that Pete had a popcorn stand and sold it while on duty. Times have certainly changed.
Beverly Bell Blaker sent a note from Leesburg, Fla. She has a tale to send chills up the spine of a parent. She left her Union Street home on a sleep walking venture one night when she was six or seven years old. Morenci’s downtown festival was underway, so there was some action on the streets.
When she reached the area where the water fountain stood by the hotel, Pete was there to find her.
“Pete spotted me in my PJs and took me home,” Beverly recalls. “I can’t remember when I woke up.”
The photo of Pete was brought in years ago by Bus Olmstead. It was taken in 1937.
Pete Stetten was too easy. Try the photo this week.