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11/07/08 - NNHS Newsletter - Randy "Pop" Richardson
Randolph Jefferson
Richardson, Sr. Newport News High School Class of 196_ |
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Dear
Friends and Schoolmates,
Sad news returns to us
this morning.
Randy
"Pop" Richardson,
Class of 196_, passed away in Poquoson on Tuesday, November 4, 2008 at the age
of 66.
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From the Daily Press - 11/07/08:
Randolph "Pop" Jefferson Richardson, Sr. |
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POQUOSON - Randolph "Pop"
Jefferson Richardson Sr., 66, peacefully departed this life on Tuesday, Nov.
4, 2008. He was a beloved father, husband, grandfather, brother, uncle and friend. He was a lifelong Peninsula resident and graduate of Newport News High School. He was a veteran of the U.S. Navy. Pop was known and loved by many. He was a hard working man and proud American, and worked as a plumber and welder throughout the area. He enjoyed time spent on the water or fishing with family and friends. In death he will be reunited with his parents, Thomas and Della; his brother, Norman; and son-in-law, James. |
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Published in the Daily Press
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Our sincerest sympathies are extended to the Richardson family at this time.
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From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA -
11/08/08 - "RE:
11-07-08-NNHS-Pop-Richardson":
The obituary said that his father's name was Thomas.
In the 1954 Hills Directory for North End, which I
extracted for the web site some years ago,
Thomas Richardson was listed at 333 -47th Street. This was next door to
my grandparents' home at 337. You may recall my comment that this home once
stood next to Jackson School on 46th
Street and that my grandfather was enumerated as a roomer there in the 1910
census.
If all that is true, then Pop Richardson was known to me in 1953-1955 as Randy
Richardson, and our connection is so much more than mere proximity. You see,
those two houses shared a driveway, and it was in that driveway that Randy
taught me how to throw and catch a baseball at my tender age of 7-9, when I
visited my grandparents from my home in Ferguson
Park. My vivid recollection is that he threw very hard, and I learned to
catch more out of a sense of survival than one of athleticism. It seems to me
that he spent many hours over many days over many months, patiently showing me
the fundamentals, which stood me in good stead during a stellar
Little League career in
Glen Burnie, MD, during the summers of 1956/57/58. Just two years ago I
confirmed all of this with
Richie Allen, NNHS 1966, who lived nearby on
then-Virginia Avenue, and
also played catch with Randy.
Like most boys of that time, my father taught me to play baseball. But, I have
to say that Randy was a very close second in instilling in me a love for the
game and the skills to play it.
I also have a recollection of spending
hot summer afternoons in
Randy's home, sprawled on a cool linoleum floor, learning the surgical precision
of playing Pick-Up Sticks. My visual memory, even after all these years, is that
I rarely saw Randy in that driveway without a bottle
Pepsi and a foil bag of Snyder's potato chips.
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Y'all take good care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
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Carol Buckley
Harty
219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305
910-488-9408
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This Is My Father's World
Words by Maltbie D. Babcock, 1901
Traditional English Melody (Terra Beata), arranged by Franklin L.
Sheppard, 1915
This is my Father’s world, and to
my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.
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The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.
This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.”
This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.
This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.
This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.
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