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Sarah Vroman Slaby Geiser
May 28, 2025 | Family


Wellsboro, Pennsylvania
1924 - 2015
Thomas F. Vroman, world renowned artist, husband, father, brother and son passed away at his home on Saturday, February 7th, 2015. He was born in Olean, NY in 1924, attended the Beaux Art School in Paris and graduated from the University of the Arts in Philadelphia, PA. His career in painting and...
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Sarah Vroman Slaby Geiser
May 28, 2025 | Family

Sarah Vroman Slaby Geiser
May 28, 2025 | Family

Sarah Vroman Slaby Geiser
May 28, 2025 | Family

Sarah Vroman Slaby Geiser
May 28, 2025 | Family

Sarah Vroman Slaby Geiser
May 28, 2025 | Family
Beautiful Work. Found one of his pieces (christmas ornament) among my late father's (Joe Gray, also an artist) collection.
Bob Gray
November 09, 2015 | Washington, DC
I learn just today while planning a father son fishing trip to Kettle creek of Tom Vroman's passage into the sacred and mysterious genius known as eternal life.
I first met Tom as one of the hired guys working on his design team at his TVA Gaines, PA studio.
Let it be known that Tom's Elk Run Road studio wasn't just producing great communications design, it was also busy shaping the character of the many young people (sons) fortunate enough to have found a seat at a drafting...
John Formella
June 30, 2015 | Rochester, NY
I was very sad to hear of Tom's passing. It's hard to imagine the world without his presence brightening it. He had that way about him.
Years ago our families visited back and forth because Tom and my dad, Roy Parcels - also an artist - were great friends, and Thelma and my mother Vivian became dear friends as well. As the adults talked after dinner, I remember playing with his girls, and I do believe Vivian and Thelma maneuvered some power shopping expeditions.
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Vivian Parcels Showalter
March 06, 2015 | Denver, CO
Dear Dad,
Day before yesterday marked two weeks since you left us to go to be with the Lord. I miss you. There are no words to truly express how grateful I am to have had you as my Father. The memories are endless.
I remember when we were young, you knocking on our bedroom doors early in the morning: in you would come wearing a goofy hat, throwing pillows at us and singing one of your goofy songs like I was born under a wondering star, or wearing a goofy hat and singing and...
Joy Vroman
February 22, 2015