Tag: Richard

  • Richard Returns

    Richard Returns

    It’s been over 14 months since Richard’s death. Last night was the second time I’ve seen him in a dream.

    This still surprises me. Seems like I’d dream about him all the time. But I don’t.

    This time he was only there for a few seconds. I don’t remember the exact details, but it seems he was breathing hard and sweaty, maybe he had been doing some type of sport. But he had that great smile.

    And then he was gone. I knew instantly that I was dreaming. I didn’t feel like he was there in the room with me.

    Still it was nice to see his smiling face again.

    I don’t really have that much to say about this, but I’m posting it here so I can remember when it happened.

  • Testing One, Two, Three…

    Testing One, Two, Three…

    It’s been there for over a year now.

    Sitting right on my computer desk.

    One of the things I brought home from Richard’s apartment was that microcassette recorder pictured above. There were several cassettes, all looking new and unused.

    I finally popped them into the recorder and hit play.

    They were mostly blank.

    But on one was Richard’s voice, “Testing one, two, three, four, five…” Yes he was thorough.

    It was nice to hear his voice again, like it sounded just 14 months ago. I wish there had been more.

    We have many videos of the kids. I haven’t developed the courage yet to watch them. But I think they were all from a time when he was young, still just a child. As he reached the teens and young adulthood he didn’t cooperate much with the movie thing.

    So this cassette may be the only recording of his adult voice.

    I’d like to hear the real thing, live.

    But maybe it’s better than nothing.

  • Richard the Cutlery Salesman

    Richard the Cutlery Salesman

    Richard and I were often told how much we were alike. I’m sure that didn’t bother me near as much as it did him. But it was true. In fact, I came to think of him as the new improved version of me.

    One example of the apple not falling far from the tree – Cutco.

    Back in the caveman era when I was attending the University of Kentucky I saw an ad in the Lexington paper offering a flexible good paying job to college kids. To find out more you had to attend a meeting at a local hotel. I went to the meeting.

    Turns out the “job” was being a salesman for Cutco Cutlery.

    Cutco makes kitchen knives and gadgets. They’re really great products. They’re also very expensive. They’re the kind of knives your kids will fight over when you pass on.

    One of Cutco’s marketing models it having college kids sell their products. The salesperson went to the prospects house and gave a presentation. When it came time to talk price they always wanted you to quote the price on a weekly basis. They setup payment plans. The full price for a set of knives and kitchen accessories would cause sticker shock.

    If you got good at selling knives they promised to move you up to the waterless cookware division where the money was better.

    I signed up to be a salesman.

    I have no idea why I did that. I was very shy. Going out and talking to strangers about expensive knives was way out of my comfort zone. The demonstrator set I bought was the only set I sold.

    Imagine my surprise when Richard came home and asked us to buy some knives from him. Yep, he had signed up to sell Cutco.

    He was much better at than I was.

    The first step they teach is to make a list of all your relatives, friends, and acquaintances. This is your “warm market” – people that know you and will be more likely to listen to your presentation.

    Richard did as instructed. He gave a lot of presentations. He sold something to just about everyone he talked to. He sold to the parents of his friends, his teachers, and people from church. I don’t think he hit the family members too much.

    We would get reports back from people we know that bought knives from him. They were amazed at his professionalism. He was well known for his rather “casual” style of dress. He wore shorts and a t-shirt to church, even in the worst of winter cold. Having him show up in dress clothes and a tie was a shock for them.

    This was one of his jobs during a summer break from college. I don’t think he ever sold a full set, but he sold something to just about everyone.

    Seems like he got about a 10% commission. So spending an hour to sell someone a $70 knife didn’t make him rich. He did end up with a full set of knives and several kitchen gadgets – many of them prizes for high sells.

    I was proud of him for overcoming his shyness and doing a hard job well.

  • Easter

    Easter

    It’s Easter Sunday.

    Another big family gathering day.

    Another check mark on our Year of Firsts check list. Our first Easter without Richard.

    I really hate these Year of Firsts check off items. But I’m pretty sure I’ll hate the Year of Seconds, and the Year of Thirds and on and on etc., etc., just as much.

    It was a really beautiful spring day.

    We started with Easter Mass at our church. As always on Easter, it was crowded, as the twice-a-year church goer’s showed up in force.

    Most of us were dressed up for the occasion. Easter was one of the twice-a-year-I’ll-wear-dress-clothes days for Richard.

    My sister and her husband had their whole family with them. We sat behind them. We as in Debbie and me. Sarah is in Texas. And Richard isn’t here.

    But Richard wouldn’t have sat with us anyway. He always stood in the back of church. Standing back there usually meant he would get volunteered to be an usher when one of the people assigned for that mass failed to show up – which happens most weeks. He would sometime complain about having to usher so often, but he always went back for more.

    After church we went to the cemetery. We took some candy for Richard and my mom. Yeah, I know it’s pretty silly to toss candy out on the ground at somebody’s grave, but that’s what we did. We’ll do it again I’m sure.

    Later in the afternoon we went to the farm for a family get-together. Lot’s of food, lot’s of dogs and cats, but mostly lot’s of loving family.

    The cousins shared a few more of their Richard stories with us. Really enjoyed that.

    It was a very nice day. But like everyday since that awful day, it was missing something, and we were missing someone.

    I was going to use the picture below as the spotlight image at the beginning of this post, but my fabulous daughter beat me to the punch. But he looked so cute, I had to share it here too.

    Young Richard in his Easter best.
    Richard showing off his Easter best, and his trademark smile.
  • Burnt Bacon

    Burnt Bacon

    Richard was a Boy Scout.

    His troop was very active. They did a lot of fun things, and of course camping was big on the list.

    One morning Debbie was fixing breakfast. Frying bacon.

    Richard came into the kitchen and asked, “Mom would you make some of the bacon black?”

    “Why?” she asked.

    “We had some like that at camp last weekend and it was really good.”

    So Debbie burned some of the bacon for him.

    At breakfast Richard dug in. He had a bit of a funny look, but he ate his black bacon.

    He later told Debbie that it hadn’t tasted as good as it had when he was camping out.

    And thus Richard learned one of life’s great lessons. Just about everything tastes better out in the open air. This is especially true for breakfast cooked over an open fire. There’s just something about the great outdoors that’s a flavor enhancer for food.

    He never asked his momma to cook black bacon again.