James Herman Freeh

I grew up with Herm. You see the Freeh Farm on Freeh Lane was a hop skip and a
jump from the Singer Farm on Township Road.

Herm worked for my Dad, Webster Singer, probably before I was born. This is how my brother Glenn remembers him. (Glenn is six years older than I am.) Even before this, Herm helped Dad in a very practical way. It would foreshadow his proclivity to help others. In March 1953, he milked the cows so that our parents could go on their honeymoon.

James,
Thank You for Your service to our country.

God Bless You!
God be with your family!

Sincerely,
A Grateful American