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It is with a very heavy heart that I must announce that my best friend, and the only father I have ever known, has gone to meet Jesus in Heaven. He was a great man, he was a wonderful friend, and he was my inspiration for starting this great organization of like minded people doing the work that is necessary to help those in need. Most of all, he was the only and best example of a father I could ever ask for! Not knowing my own father and not learning what to look for in a father, I suppose one would suspect that I wouldn't know an honorable father if he walked in the room...I didn't need to! Fred D Abernethy took out all the guess work! He was kind, gentle, humble, and my superhero. Please join me and my family in wishing him well as he takes over the best garden ever! 

Our family wishes to convey our sincerest appreciation for your prayers, donations, flowers, hugs and support during Fred’s passing. We are blessed to have friends like you and are thankful for all you’ve done.
If you would like to make a donation in memory of Fred D Abernethy to Hickory Greenway Harvest,

please contact Marcus Miller at 704-201-2060. 

The Miller and Abernethy Family

We shared this poem with Dad on his birthday.......


And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer!


God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!


I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!


God said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!


God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!


God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!


It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer!


So, God made YOU Dad!

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