Peter Charles Hearne
August 3, 1933 – January 7, 2021
Peter Charles Hearne of New City, New York passed away peacefully on January 7, 2021; he was 87. Peter was born on August 3, 1933 in Mount Vernon, New York to Mary and Peter Hearne. After graduating from St Cecilia’s High School in Englewood, New Jersey, he served in the United States Army during the Korean War. After military service he graduated from St Peter’s College. He enjoyed the pursuit of knowledge and was well-read, often seen with a book or newspaper under his arm. He enjoyed well-constructed reporting and animated discussion of the news of the day. His love of current events, storytelling and politics landed him a job as a reporter at the Bergen Record. While at the Record, he attended Harvard University’s Executive Management Development program. Peter retired after a 32-year career as the Record’s Managing Editor in 1990. In retirement he shared his craft teaching journalism at New York University.
Peter was a faithful Catholic. He enjoyed reading, writing and travel and was a competitive player of scrabble, bridge and tennis. He is survived by his wife of 62 years, Carol, and daughters Jennifer St. Denis and Megan Smith, and son John Hearne. He is also survived by his sisters Fran Bannon and Pat Froechtenigt, and his brother Greg Hearne, as well as his grandchildren, Christopher, Stephen, Caroline, Jillian, Claire and Sophie, and many nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his eldest son, Peter.
A funeral Mass of Christian Burial will be held on Thursday, January 14 at 10am, at The Church of the Presentation, Upper Saddle River, New Jersey, followed by interment at St. Anthony’s Cemetery in Nanuet, New York. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Valley Hospice, 15 Essex Road, Paramus, New Jersey 07652.
Michael J. Higgins Funeral Service Inc. 321 South Main Street New City, New York 10956 (845) 634-6110 www.mjhigginsnewcity.com
Thursday, January 14, 2021
Peter Charles Hearne
January 13, 2021
My memory of Mr. Peter Hearne isn’t a particular one, but rather a general and distinct recollection of how I felt when in his presence. I was just a kid coming in and out of his home constantly because I was friends (and still am) with his daughter Jenn.
And the memory that comes up whenever I think of him is that he was glad to see me pop in. I can see his welcoming face even now. He would always take a minute to ask me something about what was going on in my life. I’ve come to realize what a long lasting impact that has had on me. I hope in some way I’m paying that forward. I pray that God bless all of you guys who will dearly miss him. Love, Sue