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FAYETTE O. RICHARDSON |
Grave marker for Fayette O. Richardson in Strykersville Cemetery,
Strykersville (Wyoming County), New York. |
The Pathfinder emblem is inscribed on the reverse side of
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(Photos courtesy of Jon Richardson) |
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March 30, 2010 / News / Park Slope
Rich Richardson, 86, beloved columnist is dead
By Claire Glass
for The Brooklyn Paper
Beloved former Brooklyn Paper columnist Fayette Richardson, a passionate
liberal and World War II veteran, died on Friday morning in his Park Slope
home. He was 86.
Richardson had been suffering from kidney disease for several years, and had
been debilitated since a 1992 stroke. But before that, he wrote passionate
columns from the progressive point of view in his column Straight Talk.
Richardson’s political opinion pieces appeared in the paper from 1987 to
1988, using the byline that reflected the name everyone used for him: Rich
Richardson.
“Rich elicited strong feedback from our readers because he spoke
articulately from a left leaning point of view,” said Ed Weintrob, founder
of The Brooklyn Paper, who sold the publication to News Corporation last
year. “Rich was very provocative.”
Richardson moved to Brooklyn more than 40 years ago and lived here for the
rest of his life. Before working for The Brooklyn Paper, he published a
regular newsletter called The Brooklyn Voice, and published the children’s
book, “Sam Adams: The Boy Who Became Father of the American Revolution.”
He is survived by his wife Nancy, and three children.
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Our former columnist, Rich Richardson, has died. He was a champion of
liberal causes during his two years at The Brooklyn Paper in the 1980s.
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Memorial Service Handout
distributed at a gathering honoring "Rich" on April 17, 2010 at the
Brooklyn Center for Ethical Culture(courtesy John
Downes) |
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the
weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
- From The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Charles Swinburne |
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