Dick was really a great cousin. And I remember one particular time that showed something of his mischievous side. It must have been sometime back in the late '50's or early '60's when our family had gone down to the farm south of Maroa where the Thomases were living then, as we often did on a Sunday--and they would also usually come up to our house on Saturday evenings.
This particular Sunday we had driven, I think, into Decatur with Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Glen and Glenda (Nellie, Harold, Judy, me, and maybe Jack too, and maybe also Uncle Bill and Aunt Geneva who often came down from Peoria). And when we pulled into the drive in front of the farmhouse, a very wild looking Indian charged on horseback out at us from behind the trees along the path to the pasture out back of the house. He had on warpaint, a headdress, no saddle, and had Lady, the horse, galloping at break-neck speed. At first we were all pretty startled. But we soon realized that it was Dick, and everyone had a great laugh. I'll always remember the fun of that day--and so many, many other days there on the farm, especially riding Lady and playing with wonderful
Skpper, the beautiful collie who loved to get all excited and start running non-stop all the way around the house over and over, nipping at our ankles as he flew by.
Those were the days. I hope they were always fond ones for Dick
too.
Joe Armstrong, Somerville, Massachusetts