REMEMBERING
PETE
Peter Shawn Triplett, 54, went to be with the lord on May 13,
2020. He is survived by his brothers, Donald J.
Triplett, wife Glenna M. Triplett, Marshall Morgan
Triplett and Jim Asbury(Cheryl) from Daphne,
Alabama. He had two nieces, Carly and
Baylie. Peter loved life and had so many
friends. Anytime you saw him he always had a smile
on his face. He helped in our community whenever
possible. Our small town will surely miss his
smile and willingness to help anyone who asked. He
loved his small business, and was truly a world of
knowledge in this field. His capability to work on
local’s computers was unbelievable, as this knowledge
was all self-taught. He played a big role in many
local activities. He was a member of the Clay
Masonic Lodge, Clay Lion’s Club, 911 operator, solid
waste authority, helped with the local radio station and
many other things. He was a friend to
everyone. The family would like to thank everyone
that has prayed and shown support during this difficult
time. Graveside service will be at 1:00 pm, Saturday,
May 16, 2020 at Triplett Cemetery on Triplett Ridge,
with Wayne Litton officiating. There will also be
a Masonic ceremony . In lieu of flowers,
donations can be made to the Clay Lion’s Club.
Online condolences may be sent to the family at
carlwilsonfuneralhome@hotmail.com. Wilson Smith is
honored to be serving the Triplett family
Now five days after his funeral and 3 months
since going into the hospital, on this rainy cool night,
got started thinking about Peter Triplett, Pete, to most
of us. Here's a couple nuggets that just popped out.
Pete was shy. His preference was to be in the
background and quietly jump into high gear when a
problem showed.
Being a genius on a puter was surely a strong
suit. While every one else was just complaining about a
problem or hitting every button coming and going, Pete
worked maybe all night doing a Google search, he came up
with the right software, program, work around, or
otherwise solution.
His Sherlock Holmes skill was well known over at
Clay Auto and Convention Center where many of sat and
gabbed while he worked. Rev Wayne Litton said during the
service, Pete was a great parts man before but after
internet searches came about, nothing was out of reach
for the guy.

Pete would get out once in a long while to go to a dinner,
party, gathering or even a pool tournament. The guy was a
great shooter even when using just one hand.
With a strong work ethic, there came a time when he did
not have a job. It was like he was black balled from govt
employment. During those dark times, he had a stint working at
Go Mart. With aching aching swollen legs after eight hour
shifts, his Go mart days didn't last long, they couldn't last
long, it was obvious.
His long time friend Leonard Litton went to then
Commisioner Linky poo, and told him, if you don't get him a
job, I'll see you don't get one vote from Harrison. That
worked and Pete was hired for the 911 Center where he excelled
at his job.
You never heard him complain even when he was hurting
all over. After naggin him, he would finally tell you his
pains. A couple times, his legs were so swollen, the skin
broke open and fluid was streaming down. He still worked a
full shift. During his last normal days in February, while
suffering from numbness in his arms and fingers, he was still
helping people.
Saturday after work, Pete was over at the Ace Cub
Reporter's house figuring how to connect up a TV via a
"hotspot" a cellphone connection.
The very next morning, just one day before his fall
that led to his long suffering and eventual death, he
was at the local non profit radio station helping get the FM
non profit back on the dial after a move to its new location.
24 hours later, after a day of work, Pete was up at Don
Jarvis's giving him a hand.
It was like that every day of his life . Without
fail, someone needed a puter fixed, an emergency scanner
loaded with frequencies, finding an ancient puter cable
online, or a weird car problem, the irksome task sent him
scurrying for a solution.
He never took a penny for his Herculean efforts.
Clayonians took him for granted.

Pete was an original member of the WYAP FM Board
of Directors. Before that (20 years ago) he was active
with CB radios and was there at the very beginning of home
computers. He was one of the "geeks" that enjoyed writing
codes and making stuff happen via the old DOSS language
days.
That local radio station wasn't suppose to happen.
Somehow, some way, without aid of an FCC engineer, it was
Mr Triplett that filled out all three FCC licenses which
were accepted on his first try. The very operation would
not have been possible had it not been for Pete. WYAP,
WTUB, and WULL use a very completed internet transfer
method to get the audio from the station to the different
transmitters around the county. No other non commercial
station in the country figured out how to make it happen.
It was Pete that did the heavy lifting and made it happen
in Clayberry.
Behind the scene, Pete often purchased many
of the wires, cables, connectors, adapters, and more out
of his own meager pocket.
In Feb 2020, just before his fall and when
WYAP was nearly penny-less, Pete, once again, out of his
own pocket, paid a full years worth of rental storage fees
for the station's junk.
Tiffany Farmer donated her talents at the
station for several years. While talking one day in Jan
2020, Pete realized "The Tiffinator" needed help
purchasing a bunch of karaoke equipment for Tiff to get
back into singing. Without telling her squat, one day, the
new equipment just showed up for Tiff. Had he lived, he
would have never asked or sought repayment. It was just
his way of doing nice stuff. Pete's kindness was evident every day of his
life.

This writer showed up in Clayberry just 38 years ago. One of
the first people he met was Pete who never went out and
purchased a suit, dress slacks or coat and tie. Instead, bib
overalls and tee shirt was his daily wear. Often those
overalls were rolled up or cut off short enough for him via a
pair of scissors. For a dress occasion, a polo shirt was worn
over the bibs.
The Sherlock came out everyday of his adult life.
He sat there and studied financial reports, time
sheets... he paid close attention to the details.
An example of that came while serving as a County
Commissioner. Back then, the State Tax folks came to a meeting
and reported: we want to cut coal holding and equipment taxes
$12 million but raise taxes on private land owners. After
reading the fine print, Pete told em, Nope, we are not cutting
those taxes from the big boys. State Tax officials went ape
shirt crazy with demands to follow their orders. With Pete in
the lead, knowing what law said exactly, the County
Commission did NOT back down and several thousand dollars in
assessed values continued in the budget that year.
He was curious and that's a good trait. With his 911
scanner always turned on, he would hear about a response
needed at such and such an address. Immediately he would say
out loud, where is that or who was that for? In just a few
short minutes, after an internet search, Pete would figure out
where that address was and who lived there.
Even during his sickest days, his curiousness
continued. It was Pete that came up with a treasure trove of
old County Clay pictures that we often ran in The Communicator
Newspaper and now, Communicator Online newspaper.
There was an even stronger commitment, that of doing
the right thing, every time.
Back while serving as a Commissioner, Jimmy Sams
decided he needed some extra votes to win, so he placed a Ten
Commandment display in the CCC room. Immediately, the meetings
were packed on both sides of the separation of church and
state war. During one meeting, a jew stood and asked the
display be taken down. Clayberry went bonkers! With his arss
firmly in the hot seat and all eyes on him, Pete did the right
thing when he said, if a Judge orders me to take em down, I
will. No one was happy (including the Ace Cub
Reporter) but once again, even facing a possible ACLU lawsuit,
Peter Triplett did the right thing.


Two days before his death, a few locals went down to the
hospice facility, took down the screen wire on the windows
and peered into his room. Laying there with short panting
breaths, he was nearly motionless. It was very sad. No one
walks out of a hospice facility. What this reporter saw, no
one would have wanted to live like that.
Saturday May 16th was Pete's funeral
service. His plot over looks his home place. The sky was
blue and the rain stayed away. Upwards of 100 attended the
service. Truth is, after all the favors, there should have
been a 1000 there. Since Feb 12th, not a day has gone by
without saying something like, we need Pete to figure this
out.
Norman MacEwan: I do believe there are many
tears in the heart that never reach the eyes
This county and his friends are much better off
having known Peter S. Triplett
AW
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