Richard was two years younger than I, my brother, my friend. His birthday was December 14th and mine was on the 15th.
We shared birthday parties while living at home during our younger years. Our mother would open the sewing room door and make a fishing pond by putting a white sheet across the entry way. Towards the end of the party we each got our turn putting a string on over the white sheet .That string was attached to a stick which was the fishing rod. Many children were excited about their catch, but I sometimes remember being disappointed with my catch because I had seen something some other child got that I liked better.
When cutting the cake, each piece would have a penny, nickel, or dime wrapped in wax paper as a surprise inside.
We spent many hours together playing with the cute little springer spaniel puppies that our Dad was breeding. It was fun to make a little noose and take them for walks together.
Richard was built just like his Dad. He was solid through and through. He was a great athlete. The other boys on the court would move aside if Richard were driving to the basket for a lay-up. When Richard was on the defense, his opponents would try to dribble around him instead of driving for the hoop. It was hard to break through his defense.
He loved reading and chose to spend many hours doing just that.
Richard was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes shortly after his mission. He served in the Toronto Canada Mission and finished his degree in Education at the University of Calgary when he got home.
He taught school for two years in northern Alberta.
Moiya
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