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Oh the memories, From the first time I rode next door on my tricycle and entered his turf and was told, "Get out of my yawd!"(I was 3 and he was 4) to our formative years when we played wiffle ball and basketball at Ronnie's house, rode motorcycles, and later partied, took girls to concerts together, worked on cars, and just hung out and had a good time. Farmer was always the life of the party. I will always hold close to my heart the many, many memories of him. Condolences to Mama Jean,...
William Harman
February 15, 2014 | Westville, IN