Donald Leon Farrow Memorial 1960 – 1992

6 Jan

Published Death for Donald Leon Farrow

My name is Kathy, daughter of Donald Leon Farrow. I purchased this post to remember my dad. I was seven years old when he died, so there was allot that I did not know about him. This memorial is not meant to be sentimental, or a celebration, or anything more than me talking or telling stories from other people about him, and what he meant to his family and others that I could get information from. His death was unexpected and odd and sometimes I am asked questions that I cannot answer. So I decided to just write of my memories which are good. I’m not a writer and hope to get better with time.

So it won’t be a history but the best that I can do. This memorial is mostly for me and my kids and those who knew dad, to understand what is known and allot that is not known of his death, and more importantly to share stories of his life, as I continue to pull stories from my relatives and his friends I will add to this post.

In order to keep this posting relevant and easily findable to my family, I must keep using his full name Donald Leon Farrow as I write. I find this uncomfortable but I understand that it is necessary, so I’m sorry for that. So I will begin by rewriting the newspaper and funeral home information that I have here of his death, and follow this by what I know of him and what he meant to me. I will post the better photos that I can find recent to his death, and as I get used to writing and understand more, I believe this will be easier to read. I was advised to just start writing what comes into my head.

I will rewrite the death notices and add anything else as I find it. Then I will make a section for memories. Last – he did allot of writing so he had some thoughts, allot of things bothered him – so I will write about that, along with good things that he wanted to accomplish and never lived to do.

Article:
Man Found Dead by River

January 10, 1992

The man found dead at the intersection of Ash Road and Riverview Drive outside of Three Rivers, Michigan on Friday morning, has been identified by police as 32-year-old Donald Leon Farrow of Park Township.

According to police, an area resident saw the body lying in tall weeds at the rural intersection and called police. Farrow’s Chevy Citation was found at the scene with the driver’s door open. There was no apparent cause of death.

Farrow is registered as an engineer and previously resided in Battle Creek. He worked at First Source Servall Appliance in Byron Center. He was the father of a girl, age 7.

Obituary:
Previous Obituaries headlines
January 14th, 1992

Donald Leon Farrow

Donald Leon Farrow, 32, died Thursday, Jan. 9, 1992 unexpectedly. He was born in Romulus, Mich. on October 8, 1960, the son of Scott and Hazel (Andersen) Farrow. Donald was a graduate of Romulus High School, and later earned his Bachelors science Degree in Engineering from Michigan State University. Donald was a single man with a daughter. He lived and worked in Battle Creek, and later in Park Township working at 1st Source Servall Appliance in Byron Center. Donald enjoyed deer hunting and fishing.

Memorial:
Donald Leon Farrow
(October 8, 1960 – January 9, 1992)

Donald Leon Farrow, of Park Township, MI, formerly of Battle Creek and Romulus areas, died Thursday, Jan. 9, 1992. Donald was born October 8, 1960 in Romulus the son of Scott and Hazel (Andersen) Farrow. He was an engineer, and employee of Servall Appliance in Byron Center. Donald was an avid hunter, loved nature and was one of MSU’s biggest fans. He is survived by his mother Hazel (Andersen) Farrow of Romulus, and daughter Kathy. He was preceded in death by his father Scott Farrow (Shelby). According to his family’s request, cremation has taken place. No visitation or services will be held. arrangements by Craig K. Kempf Funeral Home of Marshall.

Remembrances – Kathy
My dad Donald Leon Farrow liked to hunt and fish, and play pool at the bar, but he was also just the best dad to me. Most weekdays I was usually at Ms. Angie’s house my babysitter. She had kids my age and older and younger and four dogs. More on that later. Seldom she would order pizza, and she was really good a cooking but kept it basic; either spaghetti or chicken stew or chicken and rice or chicken and potatoes. And lots of tea without sugar. There were blankets on the seats in her country house. She was a housewife without being married. She was not middle class but not poor, and her very basic house was always really clean even with the dogs. It was an open house and a big house and not cluttered with anything. She used white sheets with hooks and rods for curtains, and once I saw her take them down to wash them, not that they needed it. The house was white wood outside and painted white inside with a wood floor and rugs. Ms. Angie’s boyfriend was a cook in a restaurant and sometimes brought home really good food like a pan of lasagna or meatloaf or a cake. He sometimes smoked outside but never in the house. He drove an old Ford station wagon with seats in the back and we would all ride together to Meijers Thrifty Acres in Kalamazoo or sometimes to a restaurant. Her boyfriend drove fast and I remember my dad working on his brakes with him in their driveway.

On a few weekends at hunting season I did not see my dad Donald Leon Farrow during the day, but he did take me fishing many times. He had an old green row boat with dents in it. He would have books and food and for me and showed me how to paddle it and steer even though the paddle was too big. He usually did not talk much unless there was a need, so without the books and the food I would have been bored. He brought beer, and hot pig skins for himself which I did not like. In the summer sometimes we would drive a long way to another lake – or go to the High Wheeler for ice-cream. He would try to explain the bike in the restaurant – but the big wheel on it never made sense to me.

I remember my dad Donald Leon Farrow always seemed to be helping his friends. They were nice people but I remember all the rides that they needed or they might need to stay at our apartment or somewhere else for a night. Dad would always fix breakfast in the morning. One man ran dad’s car out of gas, and had no money so my dad had to get it back home himself. He did not seem upset.

Donald Leon Farrow Memorial 1960 – 1992

6 Jan

Donald Leon Farrow Remembrances and Stories

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My dad Donald Leon Farrow hunted alone. He knew people who owned land and would pay them for his time. I remember that he knew of someone that was killed hunting with a group of men, and another man who was killed hunting alone when other men were hunting on the same land. He also knew of people who were killed in their cars when they encountered deer on the roads.

One of dad’s friends who hunted lived in a trailer home park off a side road to 131. We would sometimes stop by his house on the way to Kalamazoo. Most of the time his friend was eating jerky, drinking and smoking with the t.v. on loud. If his friends kids and girlfriend were at home, my dad Donald Leon Farrow had me stay in the car and he either stood in the door and talked or his friend would come outside. He said his friend was a good man who had a rough life.

Sitting in my car seat – I could see under their house from panels that were missing or torn open with mold on them, and the rusty car with mismatched wheels that they drove. Their place was dirty and junky inside and I didn’t like going in anyway. There was trash, and broken toys and garbage outside. Sometimes I saw a dead deer hanging in the yard. I remember a few times when my dad Donald Leon Farrow would pick up this friend and drop him off at another house. His friend was usually mad and smelled of alcohol and using bad language. My dad was mainly quiet during the rides, but when his friend used bad language, dad would tell him to watch his mouth, and his friend would look back and apologize.

My dad did not have any deer heads or deer skins processed, nor did he have any pictures of the deer he shot like his friends did. Dad said it was disrespectful and his friends knew this. In fact, I never saw the deer my dad Donald Leon Farrow shot, although I saw his friend’s green truck that he would borrow when he went hunting in his old hunting clothes and boots. He would bring home deer meat days later wrapped and stacked in a box. Most of it would go to Ms. Angie and a few other friends to use.

What meat he kept my dad Donald Leon Farrow would cook in stir-fry’s. Our diet was healthy, and other than the occasional ice-cream, we did not eat sweets or what dad called junk. Ms. Angie said that when dad worked for the cereal plant he would give the new sweet cereal employee handouts to her. We ate mainly Kix and Life cereals.

Donald Leon Farrow Memorial – Papers and Thoughts

1 Jan

Donald Leon Farrow Memorial Papers and Thoughts

My dad Donald Leon Farrow read allot of books. I don’t remember him watching much t.v. He said it was junk including the news. He said that the news is a distraction and not what we need to know. He said that its not news because the names and faces change but its the same mess anywhere you go. Dad said that we are not told what we really need to know.

Each day my dad Donald Leon Farrow would pick me up from Ms. Angie’s house late in the day. Of her six kids – she had a daughter my age, and we hung together whenever I was there so I didn’t much interact with the other kids. I usually ate my lunch and dinner at Ms. Angie’s house.

If my dad Donald Leon Farrow picked me up earlier, he would have dinner at Ms. Angie’s with us. If we were almost done eating when he arrived, he would go into the kitchen and get food that was left on the stove, and open the refrigerator to get whatever else. It seemed that Ms. Angie always had something for dad to take home and eat. I used to think we were related to Ms. Angie and I asked my dad, but he said no they were just good friends.

After dinner we would all sit in the living room that had big furniture with blankets or sheets on them. The t.v. was until Ms. Angie went to bed. Dad, Donald Leon Farrow would talk with Ms. Angie and her boyfriend for a long time. They would sometimes laugh and sometimes their discussions were serious. Dad would talk to one or the other and once in a while Ms. Angie or Tim would glance at the t.v. while the other was talking to dad.

Usually I was asleep by the time my dad Donald Leon Farrow was ready to go home. Sometimes he would wake me up before we left and sometimes he would wake me up at home. Dad would get me cleaned up and to bed. He had books by his recliner in the living room so I assumed that he would sit and read before going to bed. Sometimes I woke up and found him asleep in the recliner.

When dad could not get home in the evening for some reason, Ms. Angie would tell me that dad’s car broke down or whatever the problem was and that he was fine and would be here to get me tomorrow. She would always call me over to the phone and dial where-ever he was, then hand me the receiver to speak with him. Ms. Angie would get me cleaned up and I slept with her and her daughter (who was excited because she got to sleep in her mom’s bed). Ms. Angie’s boyfriend slept in the living room on those nights and he would turn the sound down – but left the t.v. on.

Fishing was fun. Dad had a small beat up row boat on a small trailer which he hooked to his car. We sent to different lakes to fish. Dad always put lots of repellant on us because the biting bugs were worse at the lakes. Dad always put a float coat on me and said that I could only stand on the middle line of the boat. My dad Donald Leon Farrow had a lunch for us and books and poems which he read to me. I remember the colorful lures that he kept in a box and told me not to open because of the hooks. My favorite lure was one that looked like bright green alligator skin. Dad would dig in the woods to get the worms.

Dad had a friend in Muskegon who owned wooded property right on the lake. More than once we took the long drive there to day camp and fish. My dad Donald Leon Farrow would clean and coat and cook the fish we caught in a black frying pan over the camp fire we made. My dad Donald Leon Farrow told me that by the time I was grown, the man who owned the property would be dead and the woods would be gone.

A few years ago through a friend of his, I found the place in Muskegon where we went to day camp and fish on the lake. The woods are gone and in its place are condos on the lake… Things like this bothered my dad Donald Leon Farrow and he told me and wrote about many things that have come true over the years. Through some difficult times, he learned valuable lessons about people an the direction collective society was headed.

Although my dad Donald Leon Farrow was quiet and kind he had limits. Dad said to never loan money. He said that if you have it to give and its right then give it, but never ask for it back. He would help his friends with money or rides, but he kept a distance from their personal problems. He told me to always keep out of other people’s business and did not tolerate gossip from me or other people. He didn’t want to know. He said that I should always expect the worst out of other people no matter how friendly they appear don’t trust them, and that i must learn to think and solve my own problems.

Other than a hand full of friends including Ms. Angie, dad kept to himself. although he would transport his friends or loan them money, he would stop them if they started talking about their personal business. This included Ms. Angie and Tim. Once my dad Donald Leon Farrow snapped at them as they started to discuss family issues – he cut in and said “that’s your business and none of mine”. He would tell other friends “I don’t want to hear it” or he would get up and walk outside.

Through his journals and much later as an adult – I found out what made him this way and why he did not trust people or agencies or government. My grandmother knew but waited for me to find out from his journals. As I grow older I see evermore that what my dad Donald Leon Farrow believed about institutions and the politics of division and destruction is true and even worse.

My dad Donald Leon Farrow had a black girlfriend from the time I was very young until the year of his death. She was pretty and kind and smart and she wore lots of bracelets and good perfume. He understood why his choice of this wonderful lady bothered a person to the point where she would twist his words and destroy a family in the process. His journal contained this and other stories of awful people.

Dad wrote that this caustic behavior in others is from dissatisfaction in their own lives, and they look to harm other people in comparison to themselves. My dad Donald Leon Farrow believed that those at peace with themselves are at peace with others.

My dad believed that this condition in people is so strong that politicians harness this dissatisfaction, and turn the masses against each other, while they rob all of us, incrementally, of any semblance of our freedom and prosperity. Dad predicted that this will grow worse in the coming years.

He said that increasingly people will be turned against each other because of race, because of an honest job that pays better, because they are a woman, and for any number of reasons. And that what happens to the minority, my dad Donald Leon Farrow believed will happen to us all.