My grandfather, Preston Farmer, also known to many in the Santa Barbara community as the music man, is the most amazing man I have ever got the chance to love and receive love from.
They say there’s no love like the love of grandparents, and I have come to know that could not be more then true. Unfortunately, at the age of 76, my grandfather transitioned on after battling cancer for a couple of months. He passed away on Dec. 7, 2020.
He was a devoted member of the Santa Barbara community, serving in the U.S. Air Force, hosting a segment on KCSB-FM 91.9, a Greyhound employee for many years, and later retiring from UCSB.
In his retirement, he spent his free time enjoying music, new and old, and helping raise his grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Born in Mineral, Virginia, on Oct. 10, 1944, Preston Hampton Farmer was the baby of the family, and the only son.
My grandfather was what I like to call an early “unknown feminist” — he was destined, nurtured, and taught to love women, in a way that heals generations of families and society, and in a way the healed me and enabled me to the powerful Black woman that I am today.
Watching him love and cherish my grandmother, his children, and the women in my family the way he did for many years empowered me.
At a young age, he journeyed to California, where he served in the Air Force, stationed at Vandenberg Village in Lompoc, California.
This journey led him to the love of his life, Stephanie Rowles Farmer, my grandmother, and a Santa Barbara native herself.
They fell in love, that fairytale, magic kind of love, the love we see in movies, but do not always get to experience in real life.
My grandfather spent his time driving up and down the road from Lompoc visiting my grandmother until she finally gave in and married him. My grandfather gave her the best years of his life, devoting himself to be the best husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather for 51 years.
Although my grandfather is no longer with us, he left behind a legacy. A legacy of love, lessons, and healing.
The love my grandfather passed down, is the love of action, showing people how much they mean to you by showing up for them, consistently, even when you don’t want to. That love will live on in my heart, and in my family for generations to come.
He loved so honestly, so purely, and so selflessly. There was nothing more important to him then loving the family that he created.
He lived an amazing life, a life that had meaning, a life that gave others life, a life that he was proud of. And even in the last of his days, he was still asking everyone how they were doing, if they were okay, and he did it all with a smile on his face.
That was my grandfather, he loved us so much, so much so that he did not even want us to see him in pain.
The Farmer family will miss you so much, Grandpa, and we are so honored that God chose us to get to experience your love.
Thank you for everything you have taught me, thank you for loving me the way you did, and thank you for your wisdom, honesty, courage and devotion to your family.
I can only hope and pray that I am half the partner, parent, grandmother and person that you were. Your existence was a blessing to everyone whom you encountered, to everyone who had the privilege of having a moment with you.
If you have ever had the pleasure of meeting my grandfather, even if it was for a moment, or even if you have experienced his spirit through me, or reading this right now, send a prayer up for him in Heaven.
He deserves the world, and I will cherish the memory of him for as long as I live.
Grandpa, I know you are no longer physically with us, but your spirit lives on, through your wife, through your children, and through you grandchildren and great-grandchildren. But most importantly, your spirit lives on through the way you loved.
I made a playlist of our favorite songs, and as they play, I am reminded of your energy, an energy that I channel to feel close to you, and for that moment, it feels like you never left and you’re right beside me jamming to the music.
Jam on in heaven, Grandpa, until we meet again, I’ll see you in my dreams. I love you.
Your loving grandchild
Krystle Farmer Sieghart
In lieu of flowers, if you would like to send condolences in memory of Preston’s life, you can make a donation in his memory to these two organizations:
KCSB-FM 91.9 – KCSB.org
Organization: KCSB 91.9
Dedication: Preston Farmer (Music Man)
Salem Missionary Baptist Church – www.thechurchwithzeal.org
Dedication: Member – Preston Farmer