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.
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.
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.
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.