Even though Sally Richardson was genetically not related to any member of my family, she was a beloved and long standing member of many generations of my family dating back to the early 1900’s. Sally’s mother, Wilma Tull Richardson, and her parents the Tull family back in Amarillo, Texas, basically raised my grandmother Jane Craig Hutchinson Priest. My grandmother was an only child and was raised by her immigrant father, a stone mason from Scotland and the Tull family, a neighbor to my grandmother and her father. Wilma (Sally’s mother) and my grandmother were best of friends and considered themselves to be sisters. After both married, they both started their families and Wilma and Emory had their daughter Sally and my grandparents, Jane Craig and Otis Priest had one son (James Otis) and two daughters (Audrey Jane and Wilma Lee). My mother Audrey Jane was the oldest and after she married she had two sons, David Craig and Robert Jason (me). My older brother David was the closest in age of all of my cousins to Sally so they had an extra special relationship growing up. My mother’s sister Wilma Lee was born next and after she married she had two sons, Jeffery Allen and Bradley Craig. My mother’s younger brother James Otis came next and after he married had one daughter Mary Jane and three sons Charles Herbert, James Otis and Gregory Allen. This was the beginning of the post-World War II era and boom and as cousins we all lived in Amarillo and Sally loved every one of us. I still recall the wonderful Christmas gifts she would send us at Christmas time from Dallas. Sally was special and we all loved seeing her either in Dallas or Amarillo when she and her parents would come to visit. It was always such a special time.
Many years later after Sally moved to Houston, most of us were much older as well and scattered all over. Several of us cousins did live in Houston and we were eager to see and be with Sally when we could. I know she was at my wedding here in Houston in 1990 and I know my cousins Jeff and Brad and their mother Wilma Lee have fond memories of going to Galveston beach house with Sally.
I am so glad that I never missed sending Sally a Christmas card each year because it was that final Christmas card that enabled Farley Lobdell to find and contact me and let me know about Sally’s failing health and move back to Juliet Fowler in Dallas. I will always be thankful for her act of kindness not only shown to me and our family but for taking care of Sally when she needed help the most. How fortunate to have such a dear friend.
We miss you dear Sally and want you to know that you will never be forgotten.
Much love,
Robert Moore
Bellaire, Texas