I have always loved this picture of my "Papa" Richardson. He died when I was about 7 I think, so he wasn't around for very long. But I loved him, he was such a tease, he always saved the last of his water in his glass so that he could flip it on someone. He was bow legged from riding horses his whole life, he was a true cowboy. He would tell us we were eating skunk for dinner. He loved my Grandma and took care of her wonderfully.
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