06/16/2024
In the town of familiar faces and old-time grace,
Lived Richard Currier, a man of many a trace.
At seventy, he left this earthly place,
A housebuilder, mailman, and Ford Model T's embrace.
With skilled hands, he shaped homes of love and care,
In each nail driven, a life's story to declare.
He knew the foundations, the walls, and the stair,
A housebuilder's touch, a craftsmanship so rare.
As a mailman, he'd tread the streets so wide,
A messenger of news, where paths of life collide.
With letters and parcels, he'd be the guide,
Through wind and rain, he'd serve with endless pride.
And in the garage, in the twilight's golden hue,
Lay treasures of a bygone era, known to a chosen few.
Ford Model T's, each polished and true,
Richard's collection, a testament to what collectors do.
At seventy, he took his final ride,
But in our hearts, his memory will reside.
A housebuilder, a mailman, and car collector's stride,
Richard Currier's legacy, forever by our side.
