11/07/08 - NNHS Newsletter - Randy "Pop" Richardson
Newport News High School Class of 196_
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.
From the Daily Press - 11/07/08:
Randolph "Pop" Jefferson Richardson, Sr.
POQUOSON - Randolph "Pop"
Jefferson Richardson Sr., 66, peacefully departed this life on Tuesday, Nov.
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.
Published in the Daily Press
Our sincerest sympathies are extended to the Richardson family at this time.
This information will also be posted here:
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,
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 , 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 and a foil bag of Snyder's potato chips.
|This is an
old tune: I had planned to look him up, plan a quick visit, and reminisce
about those days of innocence,
and baseball. Sadly, I will never have that chance,
Here is an image showing that driveway and a portion of the Richardson home.
Thank you so much, David - for the story, the precious image, and most especially for the reminder of the importance of tending to the eternal aspects of life.
|Summer of 1947|
|Art and Davey Spriggs|
Y'all take good care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
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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 Fatherís world, and to
my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Fatherís world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Fatherís world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Makerís praise.
This is my Fatherís world: He shines in all thatís fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Fatherís world. O let me neíer forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Fatherís world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heavín be one.
This is my Fatherís world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, ďThe Lord is in this place.Ē
This is my Fatherís world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Cameóa pledge of deathless love.
This is my Fatherís world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is Kingólet the heavens ring. God reignsólet the earth be glad.
This is my Fatherís world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.
This is my Fatherís world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Fatherís world, a wanderer I may roam
Whateíer my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.
This Is My Father's World midi and lyrics courtesy of http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/t/i/tismyfw.htm - 06/19/07
Greg Olsen Paintings courtesy of http://gregolsengallery.com Ė 01/27/05
Animated Navy Flag clip art courtesy of http://www.angelfire.com/ny4/KevsGifsGalore/Patriotic.html - 06/18/03
Blackwork Flowers Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.bravenet.com - 08/12/04
Navy Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06
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