While revisiting an old campsite we visited once (West Boggs). While here I discovered a large turtle sitting in the middle of the road. I promptly put on my hazard lights and carried it over to the side of the road, a signature Grandpa move. He was the reason for my 2 box turtles growing up. Good memories 

Grandpa—the original selfie taker 😊 

Silliest and spookiest story teller 📚 👻 

Expert hammock and tree swing maker 🌳 

Innovative harmonica player & song writer 🎶 

Kitty & Doggy Rescuer 🐱 

Wooden Christmas Tree Carpenter 🎄 

Most playful and🤸‍♀️ loving Grandpa there is ❤️ 

My Grandpa is missed daily, and he brought joy & laughter to all paths he crossed. His memory will always be a blessing. 

I am the oldest child in the family, leaving home at 17. MY earliest memories is all 5 of us kids surrounding daddy on the double bed as he told us ghost stories which we loved, as mom was working nights at the cookie factory (and we got lots of free cookies). Our favorite story of was one he made up called "the dusty blanket". He built us a play house in the back yard with bunkbeds and a table w/chairs & a little window with a curtain mom made. The outdoor shower in the summer was a bonus (especially since we only had 1 tub)! He came up with ingenious ways to entertain us. Riding in the back of the pickup truck every Sunday to go visit Granny Richey on the farm and stopping at the Tasty Freeze for 5 cent cones on the way home.  He loved playing practical jokes on us, laughing and tickling us.  Daddy truly was a "Girls Dad".  The best joke we loved is when he played them on mom. He was not much of a cook so one night when mom was working he served us cream corn on toast, when mom asked us the next day, we said he made us cornbread & she thought...wow! She liked having her own little quart of ice cream she kept hidden in the back of the freezer, and daddy gave it to us giving us one spoon at a time then he refilled the container with leftover mashed potatoes and smoothed it over, back in the freezer it went! As a teenager and dating time came, he would meet "my young man" on the front porch to " have a talk" before we left, and needless to say many boys never called me back, giving my dad proof they weren't the "right" one. Basically I had the best dad in the world. He worked so hard for our family to make sure our needs were met. As a child I never felt like we were poor, even though my parents struggled from time to time we didn't know it. We were loved so much,  and being told every day. As an adult I was constantly told "you are my baby girl" even at 69 years old.  Daddy you are one of a kind and am so gratefull that God saw fit to make you our Father. Love Jody 

I will always cherish the memories of our camping adventures together. Hiking the Rocky Mountains or fall camping at Indiana state parks. Listening to BoxcarWillie and Carl playing his harmonica around the campfire. After a long day of hiking, going for dinner and pie at Beverly Hills Cafe in Estes Park. Or, having  a camp dinner around the fire.  It was a grand adventure for all of us.

When my grandpa joined us camping and hiking in Rocky Mountain National Park in 2006, I slept in the back of his truck. One night we both got up to use the restroom, and on our way back I told him he was headed the wrong way back to the campsite. I promptly went back to sleep and he got lost for a while. Every time I would visit him in the years since he would always talk about the story and it always made me smile. I’ll always cherish the memories of the times we spent together.

The love I have is family love. I was honored as Chaplain to serve Carl in life and death. Cindy and I have the deepest gratitude and appreciation that you all would bring us to serve you in such a sacred capacity. We love you dearly. Thank you again from the bottom of our hearts.

Most of these memories are from childhood through my teenage years.
After a week of working, Pop would come home and occasionally we would go out out to a store so I could pick out an airplane model.
Many Sundays were the fishing trip, we would listen to Johnny Cash & Marty Robbins 8 track tapes in Pop's Ranchero.
When I got my driver's license at 16, Pop gave me his street legal Kawasaki 100 (pictured here) so I would have some transportation .
I saved money from my fast food job (Just Rite) in high school and bought my first car.  Pop helped me find it, and he rebuilt the lifters in the engine.  I drove that car for 2 years..
We worked on a lot of projects over the years, Pop taught me a lot of mechanical skills .
Later I worked with him 2 summers when I was in college.  He taught me how to paint with quality.
Pop was always there for us.  I know he is in heaven with the Lord and Mom, he was a believer in Jesus.

Dad was an avid reader throughout his life and enjoyed relaxing after a long workday with the evening paper. He had a favorite easy chair and would typically shift his weight to one side of the chair, leaving a little open nook in the corner. As a little girl, I remember strolling up to him many times, patting his knee, and saying: “Daddy, can I sit in your hole?” Without fail, he would pick me up and sit me beside him. And I thought my timing was excellent because he always turned to the comic strips we called the funny papers. Mommy always said I was Daddy’s girl, and for most of my life, I thought it was a grand secret that I was his favorite until I grew up and realized we were all his favorites. He was the most fantastic combination of a country boy and a perfect gentleman. Whenever I had a “what,” “why,” or “how” question throughout my life, he always had an answer for me. His love, dedication to family, integrity, faith, strength of character, storytelling, wit, and playfulness was a gift from God. I’ll love you forever, Daddy.  

From my earliest memories my Daddy was my hero. I have sweet memories of him picking me up in his arms and the smell of his Old Spice aftershave. He hung a swing in the tree in the backyard. I would yell, "Daddy, push me up to the treetops" and his push was so strong. He built us a playhouse and would put up his army tent for us in the backyard to play in.  He would make up stories, teach us songs and loved to make us laugh. He taught me how to play "Heart And Soul" and another song he made up on our old piano. As an adult I grew to appreciate his wisdom and advice and realized more the incredible man and father he was. I was blessed to be able to help care for him in his final years. His love, graciousness, humor and wit never failed up to the day God took him home. Daddy, your legacy will live forever in my heart, and I will love you forever.                          Your Rosie

I was the youngest of my five siblings, born when Mom was only 23. Mom had four other children to take care of, and she had to go to work when I was just 8 months old. I became Daddy’s baby. He carried me everywhere he went, strapping me into his truck to run errands. I became his baby Louie, because he said Louella was too big of a name for me.  I was his shadow, always following him around, asking what he was doing; his standard answer was “I’m laying brick. What are you doing?” The correct answer, I was taught, was “I’m mixing the mortar”, which became our  joke for the next 57 years. He taught me countless songs, and to never take life too seriously. He had a way of making each of us five kids know, without a doubt, that we were his favorite. I will forever be his little Louie, running to meet him every day after work with my friend Tracy, to hitch a ride on the back of his paint truck, for the short alley ride home. Thank you Daddy for your endless love. 💕

He was the best grandfather and friend I could have ever asked for. Countless memories of fishing, Atari games, shooting pop cans, and camping. He had a wit that has been imitated but never mastered. He had a knack for brightening up your day even when it was him that could use it. Unselfish, kind, gentle, and a heart of gold. My grandfather helped shape me into the person I am and the man I hope to be. It was an honor to be there with you and I'll cherish it always. 
Love you Gramps 
-Mikey

Thinking of you and your family, sending my Condolences. 

I stayed the night at Grandpa's house once last year before driving back to Florida. It took me right back to my childhood. When I got home he texted me, "Thanks for message and your safe return. My love for you is my great joy, gramps." I was so thankful he got into always texting on his cell phone. Even in person, he always had the wisest things to say and such inciteful intuition. He gave me so much love and inspiration and encouragement over the years.  I was so proud of all his many talents too and loved to watch him unload the work supplies and clean the paintbrushes and peel the paint off his hands. He kept everything so organized and had all the coolest tools in his garage. He put an arcade game into an old coffee table and had an atari with a bunch of games. We watched Laurel and Hardy together and laughed. When I was small he made a seat for me on his bicycle and took me routinely to Collett Park and taught me how to go down the slide. He was gentle with my timid nature and noticed my interest in math. He would draw silly pictures and write "stale" on Grandma's store-bought baked goods and 'accidentally' drop bread in a bowl of gravy just to make me laugh. He asked me to be happy and gave my fiancé permission to marry me. He treated my mother (Rose) like the angel she is and left a legacy of the truest and most everlasting love. His legacy will live on in my heart through the remainder of my days.

Before I even met Carl I was in love with him because of my friendship with Rose. She always spoke so highly of him and told such wonderful stories. Meeting Carl was a pleasure and I enjoyed the times I got to spend with him. He was always so happy and sweet and funny. Such a great mind. I loved to listen to him. I'll never forget one time he wanted to listen to me. He asked me if I could sing. I said sure. And he asked me to please sing for him. It was Christmas time so I sang Joy to the World. How fun. He loved it. Or acted like it. Lol  He was so kind. Carl was simply a blessing and he will be dearly missed.

What a blessing to have known Carl     We loved his humor and we loved how he loved Marc. You don’t get better than that. We will miss him greatly. 

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Carl W. Richey Sr.

3 octobre 1932 – 19 avril 2023

Roselawn Funeral Home & Memorial Park

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