Obituary for Peter Hull Lamb
Peter Hull Lamb, beloved husband of Lorena Patricia Alejo Rojas, died on August 1, 2023 while visiting his parents. He was 44. Born in Hartford on January 8, 1979 to Peter Perry and Hilda Hull Lamb, he grew up in Canton Center, CT. He attended Canton schools and graduated from Canton High School in 1997. He graduated from Hampshire College with a degree in photography.
Pete had an adventurous spirit. He had no fears and wanted to live life to its fullest, the good and the bad. He lived life on his own terms. He had wanderlust. He traveled to Russia, Cuba, Vietnam, Thailand, Cambodia, Bolivia, Peru, Columbia, all of Central America, Canada and 48 states before arriving in San Cristobal de las Casas Chiapas, Mexico. There he fell in love with the Maya people. Their culture deeply influenced his life and work. He opened a shop selling beautiful Mayan textiles made on back strap looms. Pete traveled to remote villages to buy their wares and knew each small enclave’s patterns and colors. He visited most of the Maya archaeological sites throughout Belize, Guatemala and Mexico.
He then moved to the small beach town of Mazunte on the Pacific coast where he and Lorena owned three shops that catered to tourist trade. He was active in his community.
His love for Truro, Cape Cod where he spent the summers of his youth endured throughout his life. He recently spent 10 days there with his parents where he loved to walk the beach and hike in the dunes and pine forests.
He was continuously exploring and deep dive learning. He was very spiritual. He had uncompromising beliefs and an insatiable curiosity. He was opinionated, funny, smart, irreverent, kind, generous, loving, totally loyal to those he cared about, outspoken and did not suffer fools. He was very political and loved to argue and debate. He cared deeply about the poor, the oppressed, the downtrodden and the environment. He loved reading, music, movies, the beach, science and nature. Play a few chords and lyrics of any Grateful Dead song and he knew all the words and could tell you what concert, the year, who was in the band at the time. Ask him about any movie and he could tell you the year it was made, the director, and every movie he directed, who the actors were and every movie those actors were ever in.
His mother recalls a harrowing by life changing trip through Guatemala with him where they hitch hiked to the Mayan ruin of Tikal. He woke her before dawn to climb a pyramid so they could watch the sunrise. From there they rode chicken buses into the remote highlands to visit small Maya communities.
As a friend said “He will have lived more life than I ever will even if I live to be 300 years old.”
Besides his wife and parents, he leaves behind to grieve his aunts and uncles, Carolyn Hull (Ernest) Fuller, Hannah Hull (Arthur) Rice, Peter (Gail) Hull, all of Gettysburg, PA, Lucia Lamb of Farmington and his cousins, Lisa, Richard, Daniel, Preston, Emily and Christian. He was predeceased by his grandparents, Louise and Stanley Hull and Vera and Richard Lamb, his uncle Curtiss Lamb and aunt, Jeannie Lamb Scraggs.
Quoting the same sentiments about his beloved Grandma Louise when she died, “Know that all that Pete was is still out there making its way through All of us in one form or another, shaping the world in his image.”
There will be no calling hours. Pete’s ashes will be spread at Ballston Beach, Truro and Punta Cometa, Mazunte.
In lieu of flowers, please honor his memory by being kind and loving to one another. Give back to your community, help the needy, travel, explore and continue to learn and better yourselves daily.
Pete had an adventurous spirit. He had no fears and wanted to live life to its fullest, the good and the bad. He lived life on his own terms. He had wanderlust. He traveled to Russia, Cuba, Vietnam, Thailand, Cambodia, Bolivia, Peru, Columbia, all of Central America, Canada and 48 states before arriving in San Cristobal de las Casas Chiapas, Mexico. There he fell in love with the Maya people. Their culture deeply influenced his life and work. He opened a shop selling beautiful Mayan textiles made on back strap looms. Pete traveled to remote villages to buy their wares and knew each small enclave’s patterns and colors. He visited most of the Maya archaeological sites throughout Belize, Guatemala and Mexico.
He then moved to the small beach town of Mazunte on the Pacific coast where he and Lorena owned three shops that catered to tourist trade. He was active in his community.
His love for Truro, Cape Cod where he spent the summers of his youth endured throughout his life. He recently spent 10 days there with his parents where he loved to walk the beach and hike in the dunes and pine forests.
He was continuously exploring and deep dive learning. He was very spiritual. He had uncompromising beliefs and an insatiable curiosity. He was opinionated, funny, smart, irreverent, kind, generous, loving, totally loyal to those he cared about, outspoken and did not suffer fools. He was very political and loved to argue and debate. He cared deeply about the poor, the oppressed, the downtrodden and the environment. He loved reading, music, movies, the beach, science and nature. Play a few chords and lyrics of any Grateful Dead song and he knew all the words and could tell you what concert, the year, who was in the band at the time. Ask him about any movie and he could tell you the year it was made, the director, and every movie he directed, who the actors were and every movie those actors were ever in.
His mother recalls a harrowing by life changing trip through Guatemala with him where they hitch hiked to the Mayan ruin of Tikal. He woke her before dawn to climb a pyramid so they could watch the sunrise. From there they rode chicken buses into the remote highlands to visit small Maya communities.
As a friend said “He will have lived more life than I ever will even if I live to be 300 years old.”
Besides his wife and parents, he leaves behind to grieve his aunts and uncles, Carolyn Hull (Ernest) Fuller, Hannah Hull (Arthur) Rice, Peter (Gail) Hull, all of Gettysburg, PA, Lucia Lamb of Farmington and his cousins, Lisa, Richard, Daniel, Preston, Emily and Christian. He was predeceased by his grandparents, Louise and Stanley Hull and Vera and Richard Lamb, his uncle Curtiss Lamb and aunt, Jeannie Lamb Scraggs.
Quoting the same sentiments about his beloved Grandma Louise when she died, “Know that all that Pete was is still out there making its way through All of us in one form or another, shaping the world in his image.”
There will be no calling hours. Pete’s ashes will be spread at Ballston Beach, Truro and Punta Cometa, Mazunte.
In lieu of flowers, please honor his memory by being kind and loving to one another. Give back to your community, help the needy, travel, explore and continue to learn and better yourselves daily.