Friday, February 29, 2008
This picture was taken from the photo album of Richard's brother Newton. Newton had this to say about the photo:
Little Richard after Father’s death, was taken by “Uncle” Ned Millard and Aunt Minnie, childless couple in Milwaukee. They lived in an apartment near us; then moved in with his father Uncle Samuel and Aunt Mattie, and rich Aunt Lucinda Holton in their fine mansion on Grand Ave. near Pilgrim Church. This picture was probably taken in front of the 21st St. dwelling, soon after he came to them.
This picture is from the photo album of Richard's brother Newton. He had this to say about it:
Richard’s last picture. Ten days after my 10th birthday he died of “diphtheritic croup”. I remember riding in a funeral procession in a swell coach, across 16th St. Viaduct, to Forest Home cemetery. I’ll never forget the hysterical sobs which came from them both as they knelt at the grave. He was a cherub, altogether more fit for heaven than his brothers—to good to live in this evil world. While Uncle Ned was something of a maverick, being no good in a job, he had a near-genius for electricity, sunk Uncle Samuel’s savings in an invention which, he said, would revolutionize telegraphy. I remember the wet batteries and elaborate apparatus in their parlor. He never got a patent for it. They moved to Minot, ND and I kept in touch until he was perhaps 85, when my Christmas letter wasn’t answered. They tried to get me to stay with them, since I reminded them of little Richard, “Dickie”. I preferred to be with cousins Millard and Edith at Grandma’s. I’ve often repined at fate, which dealt me a rotten deal—nobody would have wept over me—if there were any tears, they came because I didn’t die, but survived to be a nuisance to my sadistic Uncle Will Millard, and his wife, who not unnaturally hated me.
This photo is from the photo album of Philip Barrett's brother Newton who wrote the following about it:
Philip remembered this occasion--someone came to get what was then a snap-shot. He had been disciplined or denied something; and his mouth was well down (the picture is too faint to show this). Grandpa was at this time staying with Uncle Ed--he is shown in the background sitting in his chair on the porch of the parsonage, 40 Market St., Iowa City.