Tinker

Dear Tinker, Tinker, Tinkerbelle,
Can’t you come and sit a spell?
To spin a yarn and fairy tale,
where imaginations dare to dwell,
of mountaintops and old thimbles?
Oh, dear Tinker, do tell…..

Lite upon this soft maple leaf –
steal my mind like a tiny thief –
run away through the doors
or the gates of Heaven’s moors….
show me colors so worldly wise –
and clouds so soft within the skies…
Fly dear Tinker, through the stars
leaving such trails of glitter.

But won’t you please, this awful day,
take sister’s hand for one last play?
Show her love and gladfulness,
release her awkward bashfulness –
tell her of our happiness –
that she shall soar away.

And watch over her, dear tinker,
until such day should come,
that brother and I may join her,
in God’s wonderland……

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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1965 City Directory for Richmond, Indiana

Following are links to the 1965 City Directory for my hometown, Richmond, Indiana. You may search the index by street or last name of residents who lived there in 1965.

The links will open a book “chapter” which will let you “flip” through the pages.  When you get to the page you want you can use the “magnifying glass” symbol to enlarge or decrease the size of the text.  With the text enlarged you will need to “left click and drag” on the page to move around to different parts of it.

If the “page flip” book does not work properly or seems to be missing pages you can download the original PDF file by clicking on the link near the bottom left of the page.

This is an excellent way to find old friends, neighbors, and family members from long ago.  I urge you to support your local libraries with donations to help support all the volunteers and efforts that make genealogy searches so easy for us all.

Scanning these pages was a lot of work but certainly worth it.  Have Fun!

Street Index

Numbered Streets  (1st Street thru 36th Street)
Six Chapters

1st Street thru 3rd Street – Click Here
4th Street thru 6th Street – Click Here
7th Street thru 10th Street – Click Here
11th Street thru 14th Street – Click Here
15th Street thru 18th Street – Click Here
19th Street Thru 36th Street – Click Here
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Named Streets (Abbington Pike Thru Zoar Ave)
Three Chapters

Abbington Pike thru Main Street (East) – Click Here
Main Street (West) thru Quaker Hill Drive – Click Here
Randolph Street thru Zoar Ave – Click Here

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LAST NAME INDEX
Below is a List of Index chapters by last name, broken down by letter.  Find the first letter of the name you are looking for below and click on that link.

Names beginning with the letter “A” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “B” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “C” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “D” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “E, F, and G” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “H” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “I, J, and K” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “L” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “M” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “N, O, P, and Q” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “R” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “S” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “T, U and V” – Click Here
Names beginning with the letter “W, Y and Z” – Click Here

Love Goes By

Copyright John Richter 2015

It’s All Your Fault 2

This is a remake of one of my latest songs.  Was playing around it Muvizu, a cartoon creation software….  Had massive problems inside the learning curve, but managed to finally create this with my sound track added to Timmy’s lip sync…  He’s a lot cuter than I am and I thought he would be a little less distractive to viewers than my beastly self….

Anyway, here’s a tip:  Cell phone and laptop speakers are notoriously horrible.  Use earbuds.  Not that it will help my cat scratching blackboard noises, but for other real artists it might help….

Is this worth my time?

Lyrics:

I like the way you look tonight
Dressed up baby, so nice and tight…
And got me thinking when was
the first time I saw you in
that moonlight….

You know I was like Frankenstein baby
just bouncing off those walls
I needed that lightning
to start my heart
And that’s what you did
You started my heart
So it’s all your fault

And now I’m just left here wondering
why you’re dressed up so fine tonight
You’re stepping out with that other guy
Tell me what happened Darling
‘Cause my heart’s still going, yeah
Yes it is
It’s all your fault.

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Invisible Man

Written, composed and performed by John Richter

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Desperado Cover Midi-Cheat

If you can’t see the youtube video of me above – singing – then you should go buy a lottery ticket….  Man, you dodged that bullet…

Charlie

Them ole’ weeds was higher than I was… Thick too.  Couldn’t see through ’em.  So I’d just mosey on through, didn’t matter.  No tellin’ what I’d come up on.  That little field was behind my house in Richmond Indiana, ….but you couldn’t tell me that!  Cuz to me it was the jungles of Viet Nam!  At least it was when them weeds was taller than I was….  Charlie was out there, coming to kill me….  Ka-thump!  Grenade would land next to me and I’d hit the deck if it was too far away to jump on and save everybody else, though everybody else really weren’t there – only in my mind…  But I’d save ’em anyhow….  If I could.  Cuz that’s how I roll…..  Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat….  Ole’ Charlie trying to kill my whole platoon with machine guns…  Though there weren’t really no platoon, I just made that up….  But you’d a thought there was a platoon cuz they’d be talking and doing hand signals, real quite-like, to sneak up on Charlie and kill ’em all….  Mortars coming in, whistlin’ like a Devil!  Hit the deck!  Hit the deck!

A week later Mom’d have me covered in that ole’ pink cal-o-mine lotion… itchin’, poison assed ivy….  Damn that Charlie….

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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I Remember You

Press the Play Button to hear the song – may not work on phone

Saw her walking on the beach, looking mighty fine
Sipping on a soda down at the five and dime
Took her to a movie, honey, it was show time
Sat in the back, baby, gon’ make you mine…

I remember you, girl, I remember you
Big blue eyes and that beautiful smile
Bob Seeger playin’ on the radio
wish I could go back for a while

Summer days back in my early days
having fun with nothing but the sun
colors were bright and your eyes begun
to make me feel, baby, to make me feel

Sittin outside the Dog ‘n Suds
puttin’ pennies on the track
Walking through the old graveyard
in the late night pitch black

I didn’t know what love was back then
I didn’t see the way you looked at me
Now I look back and understand –
The summer love we had…

I remember you, girl, I remember you
Big blue eyes and that beautiful smile
Bob Seeger playin’ on the radio
wish I could go back for a while

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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I Dream

Dreams come, when they come –
They drum like marching drums,
-sometimes.
My hands are cold sometimes –
when I hold her,
hold that woman I don’t know
but wish that I did –
in awake life,
which is sometimes better.
sometimes not.
She is so warm, so soft –
in my dreams.
She holds me because I am,
not because I say,
or think, or do –
or look this way – or that.
Her love is not for that –
or for marching drums
or for tit for tat.
I do not need to be Clark Gable,
or Cary Grant or tiny kitten cat –
She holds me for one reason,
which is simply that –
I am.

And so I fly in my dreams…..

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Little Bubbles

Of one thing I’m certain –
and feel most assured –
That life comes in little bubbles –
that come and meander go…..

Some are colored brightly –
in sunshine rainbow flow –
others visit nightly –
for dreams and frightful show.

Some have no luster –
and are sure to simply pop…
others come in clusters –
with bouncy little hops.

But of all the little bubbles
that I have ever known –
or all the little bubbles
that I’ve ever seen or grown –
I think none could stand the troubles
of your God-awful moaning groan…

The tongue is your instrument –
its point quite sharp and stabbing –
and those finding your detriment –
will someday rejoice your slabbing –

For as you burst our bubbles
with little or no care –
your punishment surely doubles –
the Creator sternly stares…
and you’ll stand amidst the rubble
of our popped bubbles everywhere –

and then wonder why you’re being picked on.

I will still hold your hand…
Do you understand?

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