LORI – WHO’S 4 by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

 

 

Lori, the twister, can out twist them all –

For her age and her size, she will leave you appalled.

She is tiny and dainty to look at you see –

But her disposition would make up for three.

She can show more anger with a glimpse from her eyes –

Than any I know though they’re three times her size,

She not only eats with her shiny teeth –

With a bite she brings Randy ‘round to defeat.

Her lingo is charming – she talks all day long.

She does Rudolph the Reindeer with a great deal of pride –

And her lyrics will cause you to chuckle inside.

Rudolph doesn’t go down in history, oh, no!

To Lori he’s going down to Texaco,

She’s gay, she’s a charmer, a stinker and more –

She’s a sweet Li’l Niece Who’s all of “just 4”.

 

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Written for her niece, Lori Stogsdill’s 4^th birthday.

Copyright Roy Richard

MY MOTHER’S QUILTS by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

 

Back in the days of long ago,

                My Mother used to make,

Old-fashioned quilts of choice,

                And they were up-to-date.

 

She had a name for every one,

                It seems that I recall,

The Crown, the Fan, the Basket Quilt,

                And Mother made them all.

 

The Old Log Cabin Quilt was one,

                The Star of red and white,

The Court House Steps, the Memory Quilt,

                The Brick colors bright.

 

The Crazy Quilt, I see it now,

                Blocks different, yet the same,

Toads in a Puddle, Windmills too,

                The Double Irish Chain.

 

The Outline Quilt worked all in red,

                Seemed full of merry cheer,

And of them all, there’s still one quilt,

                I prize and hold most dear.

 

It’s just a little cradle Quilt,

                Of tiny blocks so queer,

My Mother made it for her boy,

                That’s why I hold it dear.

 

The years have passed and mother too,

                Has left this world of care,

But memories sweet still linger,

                Around my Mother’s chair.

 

And recollections come to me,

                When I recall her joy,

As she fashioned many tiny blocks,

                In a cover for her boy.

 

So I shall keep this little quilt,

                Of blocks so quaint and dear,

It brings so many memories sweet,

                Of Mother’s presence here.

 

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

 

Copyright Roy Richard

YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU MIGHT FIND

 

My sister Sula was an avid genealogist. She spent hours in the musty basements of courthouses looking for clues of our heritage. She sparked my interest in the fact finding and desire of answering the gene questions. But I must admit I do most of my searching online.

While filling the holes and gaps with new found knowledge is exciting, finding the “dirt” or “horse thieves” in the family takes the cake. Recently while working on my wife’s family line, imagine my surprise when my paternal fifth great grandparents names popped up! She also has the same paternal fifth grandparents! Which I think makes us sixth cousins?!?!

My Family Tree

1. Agnes White (1765-1817) (my 5^th Great Grandmother) married Zachariah Warren (1763-1817) (my 5^th Great Grandfather).
2. Sarah Ann (Sally) Warren (1783-1854) married Edmund Hendley Richards Sr (1783-1840)
3. Edward Nathaniel Richards (1804-1180) married Janie C Stewart (1798-1870)
4. Peter Warren Richards (1823-1917) married Elizabeth 'Eliza Lizzie' Warren (1828-1850)
5. Peterson Warren Richards (1850-1907) married Sarah Ann Wolfe (1854-1925)
6. William Oliver Richards (1872-1915) married Pheobe Ann Rogers (1878-1925)
7. Earl Richard (1907-1978) married Nan Marie Edmonds (1933-1978)
8. Roy

Her Family Tree

1. Agnes White (1765-1817) (her 5^th Great Grandmother) married Zachariah Warren (1763-1817) (her 5^th Great Grandfather).
2. Zephanian L. Warren (1792-1864) married Eleanor Reese Evans (1797-1840)
3. Lucy Jane Warren (@1840-?) married John Thomas Butts (1834-1914)
4. John W. Butts (1861-1937) married Barbara Ellen Sails (1861-1928)
5. Rosa E Butts ((1890-1969) married Hubert Leander Stogsdill (1879-1930)
6. Hubert Leo Stogsdill Sr (1910-1945) married Caroline May Gutch (1911-2002)
7. Hubert Leo Stogsdill Jr (1930-2014) married Gaylia Eulene Kenslow (1931-2015)
8. Kirstie

Copyright Roy Richard

PLAYBOYS by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

 

 

Two nephews have I! They’ve an interest in girls!

Not in their clothes, their smiles, or their pearls.

They marvel at the different shapes!

Those “PLAYBOY” curves, they appreciate!

BUT NEPHEWS!

Whether you know it now not –

This phase will pass – that is our lot.

With age there’s more to “bare” in mind –

Then “knockers” and a “bare behind”.

Have fun –

 

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Written for her two nephews, Randy and Tim Stogsdill. While on a fishing trip, they showed no desire to go out on the lake. After returning home the “adults” found a stash of adult magazines under the mattress in the camper. Seems the boys wanted to stay at camp and research girls.

 

Copyright Roy Richard

MEMORIES by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

  

Up in an attic high, so high,

Far above the city roar,

A poet sat when the day was done,

           And pondered a question o’er and o’er.

 

His hair was long and most unkept,

           Bushy and thick, was the poet’s hair,

His pen lay idle beside his pad,

            His clothes were old and worn threadbare.

 

“I have written,” said he, of love and life,

           I have dwelt on nature for weary hours,

I have raved of bees and birds and sky,

Of trees and woodland and vine-covered bowers.

 

Up in an attic high, so high,

          The shadows lengthened at close of day,

But a lingering sunbeam strayed within,

          Right on the poet’s pad it lay.

 

It danced about like a thing aflame,

          It sparkled and glittered as though to thrill,

Then softly as thistledown it rose,

          And softly slipped past the window-sill.

 

Up in an attic high, so high,

          A poet sat in fading light,

He reached for his idle pen nearby,

          And wrote on the pad, “tonight, tonight.”

 

Then straightway a vision came to him,

          No more he felt alone, forlorn,

As in a dream far, far away,

          He saw the home where he was born..

 

He wrote of the vine-clad cottage there,

          The hollyhock beside the wall,

The mother-love, the babbling brook,

          The fern-decked rocks and waterfall.

 

The tiny window, where the sun,

          Each morn came peepin in,

The light was gone, the room was dark,

          But fame had come to him.

 

For a little sunbeam filled with joy,

          Brought memories of a sturdy bot,

Of mother-love and bygone friends,

          Of a vine-clad cottage and fern-decked glens.

 

And swiftly they came in a merry row,

          The joys of the days he used to know,

So he wrote of the flowers and waterfall,

          And a tiny sunbeam on the wall.

 

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

April 26, 192

The Warrens and the Duckworths

 

As you work on the Richard family history, one fact continues to pop up. As they travel across the United States, the Duckworth family traveled with them. Virginia, Illinois, Missouri and Michigan all find the Richard clan living in close proximity of the Duckworths.

Are we related? You would think that some budding romance between the two families must have occurred. But not until my Father’s generation did a blood relative of mine marry a Duckworth and even then they were not  Richard.

My Dad’s father passed when he was eight and when he was thirteen his mother married Edward Chadwell. The story changed depending on the telling, either his new step-dad threw him out or he left home. Whichever might be the case, the two did not get along and so Earl began to run the roads.

During that time he lived with his half-brother Homer Warren in Illinois for a time. But most often he talked about staying with ‘Aunt May’ Duckworth or his cousin, Uncle ‘Lawn’ (Alonzo) and Aunt Effie Warren.

Aunt May was the grandmother to my Dad’s best friend Walter Duckworth.

The Warrens are related to the Richard’s through my paternal grandmother’s sibling Texas Rogers (1872-1903). Texas married Matthew Warren (1871–1900). Many of their children played a part in Earl’s life, but the most significant one was Alonzo (Lonzo) Warren (1891-1981). He married Effie Elizabeth Harris (1893-1966). Their daughter Retha Leona Warren (1919-2004) went on to marry Walter (Wicker) Duckworth (1916-2010).

At last a tie to the Duckworths!

Our trips to Missouri always included visiting Aunt May. I don’t remember a lot about those trips but it seemed that Dad coming in was like him visiting his mother.

Uncle ‘Lawn’ and Aunt Effie moved to Flint and lived just down Augusta St from our home.

Wicker and Retha moved to Flint and lived two doors from us on Augusta for a number of years.

Copyright Roy Richard

ECTOME? OTOMY? PHYS? PSY? by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

 

Hours you’ve spent in getting’ your schoolin’ –

Hard work you’ve accomplished and that’s no foolin’ –

You’ve learned a lot on “anatomy” –

And how our “innards” are s’posed to be.

You’ve studied what’s proper for us to eat –

And watched in “surgery”, while they sliced “meat”.

You’ve found blood pressures vary for other reasons –

Than the “opposite Sex” and “mating season”.

You know a “bedpan” has other “uses” –

Then eliminating “highway” abuses.

Your vocabulary now has many words –

That a few years ago, you’d never heard.

“Ectomy” and “otomy” are only two –

Then “ism” and “itis” – who knows better than you?

Of the work behind the “phys” and “pay” –

And the strain the studying put on your eyes.

So take all your “larnin” and education –

And be the “best darned nurse” in the entire nation.

 

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

Copyright Roy Richard