May your
life be rich in blessings –
Your heart
be full of love –
Your acts
always reflect beauty and honesty –
Your faith
in God be endless –
And as your
future unfolds –
Mold it in
the likeness of a rose –
Remembering
always –
Few roses are
perfect –
But all are
beautiful.
Gaylia
Kenslow – Stogsdill
Copyright
Roy Richard
You may talk about your city,
With
its hurry, strife and noise,
Its great white ways and theatres,
Its
social life and joys.
The place you dine, the temple grand,
The
club you proudly boast,
The hurry and confusion,
And
the things you like the most.
But I am here to tell you,
If
you want to taste real charm,
Just turn you back on cities,
Make
a visit to the farm,
Why you’re going to have the pleasure,
Where
ever it may be,
Of knowing real enjoyment,
And
hospitality.
You’re going to get a welcome,
And
a handclasp that is true,
Not weighted by clothes nor money,
Nor
the kind of work you do,
But a real old-fashioned greeting,
Full
of pleasure and food fare,
That will thrill you o’er and o’er,
The
while you visit there.
You’re going to know the gladness,
Of
a real old-fashioned rest,
And taste the old-time cooking,
That
you used to like the best,
The chicken fried in golden brown,
With
biscuits light and neat,
A swimming in the gravy,
That
no city chef can beat.
With golden corn, right on the ear,
And
early fresh green peas,
Potatoes in a snowy heap.
And
honey made from bees.
A welcome that renews your years,
With
its simple grace and charm,
If you want to taste these pleasures,
Make
a visit to the farm.
Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Copyright Roy Richard
Oh say can “Thou” see what has happened to “Thee”?
Why, just
overnight – it has happened – Oh me!
I can’t
understand “Thy” thinning hair –
And it seems
“thy” waistline has drifted somewhere.
Now
yesterday “Thou” was dapper and sporty!
Is this what
happens when “Thy” turns 40?
Gaylia
Kenslow – Stogsdill
Written for
Howard Bishop on his 40th birthday
Copyright
Roy Richard
Oh, Autumn, in gorgeous raiment,
What artist is the blame?
He has
daubled his colors here and there,
In one great glory of color and
prayer,
Till the
woods are all aflame.
There are
browns and deepest crimsons,
Orange and sunny tans,
Scarlet and
dim old yellows,
Done by a Master’s hand,
It is spread
for eyes to feast on,
And it helps to understand.
Katherine
Carey-Place 1878-1934
October 1915
Copyright
Roy Richard
Sweet “16” –
long time gone –
“21” – has
rolled along –
“29” – well,
it’s gone too –
Though we’re
not late models, we’re good as new,
The chassis,
she ain’t what she once was I know –
But at times
she can really get up and go.
A look to
the future – what’s in store?
They say
“40” is better than what’s been before!
So thinking
back on the things we have done –
If “40” is
better, we’re just getting ready to run,
By the looks
of us now, as “40” draws near –
Who knows
what happens in our “80th” year!
Cheer up!
Gaylia
Kenslow – Stogsdill
Written for
Geneva Mosbey on her 40th birthday.
Copyright
Roy Richard
She came to
visit us at last,
Aunt Mary sweet and dear,
How we
planned to make her stay,
A time of joy and cheer.
The sky was
blue with, fleecy clouds,
The bird sang loud and clear,
As if to
tell Aunt Mary,
They were happy she was here.
She came
from out the golden west,
Back to her girlhood home,
Once again
to see the hills,
And o’er the fields to roam,
To meet and
greet the loved ones,
And renew old friendships o’er,
To clasp
their hands in greetings,
As in olden days of yore.
Dear Aunt
Mary,
How we love her,
How we’ll
miss her smile and cheer,
How we wish that we might keep
her,
Always hold
her with us here.
For we need
her wit and laughter,
We need her understanding heart,
If we could
we would not let her,
From our home or life depart.
And the
lessons which she taught us,
Of patience, faith and love,
Shall be a
beacon light to us,
When she shall rest above.
Katherine
Carey-Place 1878-1934
August 12,
1931
Copyright Roy Richard
My oldest granddaughter recently started attending Notre
Dame University of Maryland in Baltimore. Most of our family research has
centered around Missouri and parts south, but just before my sister Sula passed
she found the proof of the missing link in the Richard family. That of Edward
Richards (1678-1755). He came from England and lived in Baltimore for a time.
John Richards
Mary Kidder Edward
Richards
William Head Benjamin
Richards
Ann Bigger Mary
Head
Charles Merryman Sr
Mary Haile Charles
Merryman Jr
Thomas Long Ann
Merryman
Jane Peake Jane
Long
6th
Great-grandparents
Benjamin Richards
BIRTH: 1710, Baltimore County, Maryland, USA
DEATH: unknown, Franklin County, Virginia, USA
BURIAL: Richards Cemetery, Callaway, Franklin County,
Virginia, USA
MARYLAND ROOTS
- Benjamin was the first-born son of Edward Richards [1678] and Mary Head [1690]. His birth was recorded in St. Paul's Parish of Baltimore County MD. Benjamin first lived in the Dorchester County area on the east side of Chesapeake Bay.
- In 1729 Benjamin's father, Edward, sold property he owned in Dorchester County and prepared to move his family. They settled, perhaps late in 1729, and associated with the Gunpowder Meeting of Quakers north of Baltimore [in present-day Cockeysville]. In 1730 Benjamin had a tract named "Spring Garden" surveyed for future purchase according to Maryland Land records. This was probably the year he married Ann.
MARRIAGE
1. Edward [25 June 1731] MD
2. Ruth [27 April 1733] MD
3. Charles [23 Feb 1747] MD
4. unknown daughter
5. unknown daughter
MOVE TO VIRGINIA
TAX ROLLS
RICHARDS CEMETERY
LINEAGE:
Ann Merryman Richards
BIRTH: 1711, Maryland, USA
DEATH: unknown, Franklin County, Virginia, USA
BURIAL: Richards Cemetery, Callaway, Franklin County,
Virginia, USA
Their children were:
1. Edward [1731] MD
2. Ruth [27 April 1733] MD
3. Charles [23 Feb 1747] MD
Ann's father's estate:
NOTE: [Burials in the "Richards" cemetery are
speculative. The cemetery stones are lost to time, and only the location is
known. Please contact me if you have information that would be helpful.]
LINEAGE:
Thank you Harold Richard for your work on this
Copyright Roy Richard
