Robert Earl Harman, Jr.
OCEAN CITY — Robert Earl Harman, Jr. age 63, died Saturday, Oct. 29, 2016 at Atlantic General Hospital in Berlin.
Born in Ft Belvoir, Va., he was the son of the late Robert E. Harman, Sr. and Lillian M. Taylor Harman.
He is survived by his wife, Alison Levy Harman and children, Robert “Trey” Harman, III, of Ocean City, Lauren H. McGinnis and her husband Matt of Salisbury, Pamela R. Houck and her husband Kevin of West Ocean City, and Brooke H. Tribbitt and her husband Kyle of Roxanna, Del. There are two grandchildren, Kyle Harman and Cooper Houck. Also surviving are his brothers, David Harman of Ocean City and Charles Ridgley Harman, II, “Ridge” of West Ocean City, and numerous nieces and nephews.
Mr. Harman, a 1971 graduate of Stephen Decatur High School, had worked in construction and was a bus contractor for the Worcester County Board of Education. He was a member of St. Luke’s Catholic Church, Knights of Columbus and Worcester County Warriors.
His greatest accomplishments were his children and grandchildren. He was a dedicated husband, father, and grandfather. Outside of family life, his greatest passion was riding his motorcycle. He was loved by many and will be missed immensely.
A funeral service was held on Wednesday Nov. 2 at Burbage Funeral Home in Berlin.
A donation in his memory may be made to Worcester County Warriors, www.wocowarriors.org, c/o Heidi McNeely, 12005 Turtle Mill Rd, Bishopville Md. 21813. Letters of condolence may be sent via: www.burbagefuneralhome.com
Percival Franklin Adams
BERLIN — On July 24, 1958, a baby was born to Doris Marian Adams and Granville Lucious Adams, also known as “Cocky” Adams. His name was Percival Franklin Adams or “Frankie” as all his friends knew him. Frankie also had a brother, Granville Adams, and two sisters, who preceded him in death, Virginia Lee Birch and Lucy Star Adams. Frank had nieces, nephews and cousins galore.
Frank grew up in West Ocean City. At the age of about 10, he started living with his uncle, Paul Taylor, in a landlocked floating shanty that was common back in the day. It didn’t have indoor plumbing and consisted of two rooms and a kitchen. Water was drawn from a hand pump and an outhouse was used for the necessities. As Frank grew, he would spend his days riding his mini bike down the dirt road and helping his Uncle Paul catch minnows and rake clams to sell. This became an important part of Frank’s life as an eastern shoreman. As a teen, he became interested in cars, girls, smoking and drinking and thus, the dark side of life had put a target on his life. He loved cars and became proficient in fixing them and making them fast. He was also a good carpenter and an auto body man. In his manhood, it would provide a living for him. Frank was a talented man.
In the 1990’s, he moved to Brownville, Texas where he married a Christian lady named Carolyn Jones. In 1992, the crowning jewel of his life, his daughter Tiffany was born. Frank held an important and profitable job with Citgo Petroleum and for the first time in his life, he knew what love and family were and he understood the responsibilities that went with it. Sadly, the foundation of love and family that most of us learned in childhood, Frank had never received. Life just overpowered him and to escape he reverted back to alcohol. Alcohol destroyed his marriage, his relationship with his daughter and his life.
He moved home to Ocean City. He had times of sobriety but the old demons of alcoholism called him and took him to the darkest places in his mind. Frankie helped a friend with his 1960 Chevy and cooked some hotdogs on the grill and just have fellowship and talk about the good times as kids. Frank lived homeless the rest of his life.
On Oct. 25, 2016, Frank fell and was taken to Atlantic General Hospital. Due to his lifestyle, his body couldn’t take any more of not eating right or cold nights in a tent and being a fearlessly independent person. A determination was made by the doctors that life support was futile. God called him home to a mansion of glory.