Born in Carmel, Indiana, Tom never had doubts about the life he wanted. The boy who grew up hunting rabbits and squirrels, and member of the Future Farmers Association (National FFA), would pursue his ambition to be a dairy farmer.
The quiet and soft-spoken 88-year-old Tom was, long ago, a handsome and boastful 20-something who rode classic motorcycles, drove too fast and had eyes for a pretty redhead. The story goes that a carnival barker once called out to the redhead, or touched her arm, and Tom dragged him across the counter of the ring toss game.
Margaret Marie Petty and Tom wed in 1957. They raised four children – all of whom are grateful for the magnetism of his steely blue eyes that did all the work of smiling for him and an Indian Chief motorcycle.
Faith and determination are required to operate a small family farm. Tom had both in abundance. He endured flooded rivers, harsh winters, failed crops, wobbly farm markets, sickly cows and more.
Family farms also lend themselves to wiener roasts, hayrides, family dinners, all manner of pets, and the physically demanding work a man takes pride in.
Today, as you recall your own fond memories of Tom, the likely setting for those remembrances is on the farm. For his brother memories of a boyhood farm, for his wife the little farm in Noblesville; most of us will picture Tom at the farmhouse on River Road.
What a wonderful legacy! Tom pursued his passion for farming, and in doing so, created the safe, happy, and loving space for our most cherished memories! Hundreds of people have visited the Williamsons, loved the Williamson, been comforted by the Williamsons, laughed with the Williamsons at parties, prayer meetings, and celebrations on the farm.
The farm was the ideal setting for Halloween parties, somber pet funerals, lessons in commerce (selling sweet corn). The perfect setting for vivid childhood memories like your father squirting milk from cows’ teats directly into cats’ mouths.
He was wholly devoted to his loving wife of 62 years, the pretty redhead Marie.
Tom’s faith and trust are in the Lord, and now, joyous reunions are taking place, including Tom embracing his son David. Father and son together, made whole and free from pain.
We love you Tomcat. Thank you for your faithfulness and devotion that made all of these special memories possible. In the end of course, a farm is only a place. The farm, with the love and gentleness of Thomas Williamson was, and forever remains, a special place in our hearts.
Memorial contributions to honor Thomas can be made to National FFA Foundation at ffa.org.
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