I met Homer when I was in my 20's. A life long dairy farmer from NE Penna, his father purchased the land in the 30s I believe. And now the 4th generation of family operates the farm. Homer and his son Lew have been anchors for me. Lew is as my brother. A quick phone call, a visit at the farm and on Memorial Day weekend we were together during for a picnic and camp out. Last Sunday, after a day at spent with his son, grandson and great grandson working and planning the corn planting near Bushkill, Homer came home and made his transition while resting in his chair. A life complete.
Last winter I spoke to Homer at a luncheon where we honored his wife, Mary, who passed in February. In her memorial service people talked about how Homer and Mary had a stop in and talk, stop in to pick up eggs policy for neighbors and friends. They attracted many friends. That day Homer told me how he had always wanted to have 'the Farm' be a place where people could come, visit, and receive. He achieved that and that vision continues with his family. I received great gifts from Homer.
post note- Friday. Ted and I attended the funeral service yesterday. Driving by the farm there were about a half dozen people standing and talking by the barn. We stopped in to honor Homer, to come, visit and receive.
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