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Richard Williams
Richard Williams was killed in a motorcycle accident in July in Arcata, California. He leaves his wife Carol and five children, Rose, Sara, Grace, Emma & Ben. Richard was a surgical nurse at St. Joseph's Hospital in Eureka. Hundreds of people mourned his death at a memorial service held at Patrick's Point in Trinidad, California.
Richard and his brother Don were both members of the Wolverton Staff during the 1960s and 1970s.
If you would like to send photos or remembrances of Richard I will post them on this page.
A trust has been established for Richard's family at:
Richard Williams Family Trust Fund
c/o Coast Central Credit Union
1551 Giuntoli Lane
Arcata CA 95521
Mike Robbins is gathering donations from Camp Wolverton Staff to send to the trust. If you are interested in contributing to the fund, please send Mike a pledge by email and follow up with your check. He will send the check on Monday, 23 December, via overnight delivery.
Around the Corner
by Henson Towne
Around the corner I have a friend
in this great city that has no end.
Yet days go by and weeks rush on
and before I know it a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face
for life is swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
as in the days when I rang his bell
and he rang mine. We were younger then
and now we are busy, tired men.
Tired with playing a foolish game,
tired with trying to make a name.
Tomorrow, I say, I will call on Jim
just to show that I’m thinking of him.
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes
and the distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner yet miles away
here’s a telegram sir, Jim died today.
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end
around the corner a vanished friend.