by Florence Richardson Street, December 1943
The spirit of reminiscence has seized me as I have been
lying here on our living-room couch convalescing from the 1943 type of
influenza. For the first time I've had leisure to leaf through an old volume of
original verse written by my father's mother, Caroline Fay Richardson. Besides
the poems she had written from time to time on birthdays or wedding
anniversaries short, revealing observations.
This volume was willed to me by Aunt Emma upon her death the
first of October, together with a few family heirlooms and treasures which I am
to pass on to the next generation. Reading her writings has given me such an
insight into her charming personality and unselfish character that I've been
wondering if I, too, might not make a contribution to our family lore by
telling you things of interest about my father and mother and Father's only
sister, aunt Emma, whom I have known as long as I have my parents.
These three strong, interesting characters have passed away within one year, leaving me the eldest of our branch of the family. My older sister Ella died in 1936. It is especially for her children and grandchildren that I am recording these personal sketches.
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