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Jimmy Dean died gently 06/13/2010

while he was watching TV in his favorite chair at home. His wife had walked out to the kitchen for something and upon her return, found that he was gone.

I think this is a fitting, gentle way to go for a man that brought many smiles to kids and adults with his skits on TV in the early 1960s. These sketches featured the first Muppet many of us ever saw – Rowlf, the piano playing down. It was funny then and a good memory now. Rowlf was always calling, “Hey, Jimmy!”

JIMMY DEAN [1928 – 2010]

I don’t remember much about Jimmy Dean, except he was an adult that would play with a talking puppet to make kids laugh. That made him a hero to me and we need heroes in every generation. Hey, Jimmy!

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