Richard

Richard Powell October 10, 1939/ may, 2008
My earliest memory of my brother was at Carrollton Arkansas . I invented this game, the game went like this I gave Richard orders and he had to do what I said. I would say Richard run to that tree and he had to do what I said. I loved the game but Richard soon decided that this game wasn't to his liking.
another memory was we were walking beside the road and we found this large saucer sized sea shell. Someone must have thrown it from a car. I thought the pearl coating was very pretty.
I remember we took sticks and played that they were horses. we rode our stick horses for hours.
most of my memories of Richard were at Denver. we played all day long and lived the good life.
when we moved to the farm I remember the first time we saw fox fire we were amazed and some what frighten but the first time we encountered seed tick we were both covered and I was sure we would both die.
I remember standing on the ground and begging Richard to throw me black hulls and persimmons. Richard could climb any tree and I was never able to get my feet off the ground.
If Richard were alive today I would call and say happy birthday and we would argue about his age. Richard would shave a year or so off just to get me going about how old he was then he would tell me how many of his kids were there to help him celebrate his day.