DC - 1961

My mother explains that  my grandfather called my great grandfather "DC".  My great grandfather was old when I knew him.  To me, he was born old.  I would visit as a child and find him in one of two places:  His chair - a green chair - with a lamp and pipe ashtray and books next it, or in "the garden" looking at plants or in the hammock relaxing.  He was 96 when he died.  I never saw him unhappy.

"Sunday and today have been regular spring openers with sunshine and the earth oozing life everywhere.  Yesterday was at the farm and sowed a few pounds of alfalfa in the second wash across the farm.  In several the January flood exposed the alfalfa root badly.  These will die or probably be handicapped.  In the other places some plants were covered with sand but the larger acreage was left in good shape and probably will make up for the loss of the other. 

The sweet clover I sowed in the corn was drowned, frozen and washed out.  This evening I did my first garden work - spading an onion bed and planting peas.

Henry (my Henry's namesake) and Gene came Saturday and left Sunday evening.  Sweet Mary E. was with us a good part of the day.  I showed her how to kneel on the floor and sit up like Ritz.  She got the pose and held it for a good laugh from us.  

E. bought a screen in Zanesville for in front of the grate.  We placed it there taking her "gate" down to the cellar.  She observed the change when she first came in and registered such disappointment that I brought the gate pen back."

D.C. Richard
March 22, 1937