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June 28, 2013
As read at his memorial...

Mr. Stanley - He reminded me of my Dad so much who I lost 18 years ago. Many times I told Richard how ornery my Dad was and how his Dad was the same and even worse!

I was reacquainted with Mr. Stanley about 8 years ago by a chance meeting when Richard was home and they stopped at my gift shop. A friendship ensued.

The gift shop bench was our meeting place. We spent many hours discussing family, Fords, shooting (nice job on the reloader Chet), aches and pains, the neighbors and life in general. He brightened my days and I hope I did the same for him.

During the winter months, we would talk on the phone every other week or so. I remember one time I could not get a hold of him. The answering machine was off for days. I panicked and called Richard getting him out of bed to call the police! Sorry Richard! Mr. Stanley was fine, but he did give me a scare.

Closing the shop & selling the building was a chaotic time and I failed to call during those 3 months and for that I am sorry.

I will miss him. I hope he can pick up where we left off with my Dad. I'm sure they will find each other!

I will miss you buddy.

Rest in peace.
June 27, 2013
My intended eulogy:

I am grateful.

I am grateful that my father was in my life:

-I am grateful because without him, and despite unwanted circumstances, here I am.

-I am grateful because he taught me to live life honestly, with integrity--and without artifice, dissembling or BS. With Richard H. Stanley, what you saw is what you got.

-I am grateful because, on Sunday drives, he taught me how to identify cars (by year, make and model), cows (by breed) and deer (buck, doe or fawn). I am still doing show-and-tell, albeit for a living, now.

-I am grateful because of scorching arguments between my mother and father, I knew from age four, that I was on my own--which was an essential gift in my self-formation and my own independent nature.

-I am grateful because I had to EARN his respect and love--against steep odds. I learned from him that, sometimes in life, love is not entitled, nor is anything.

-I am grateful because he took the training wheels off my 20-inch bike, so that I could take one more step from boyhood toward manhood.

-I am grateful because he bought me my first-and-only 26-inch “big” bike, an English Hercules three-speed, which he assembled in the Brobst Street basement for Christmas 1962. I still own this bike, and it just ran out of warranty after 50 years!

-I am grateful because he introduced me to the mysteries of cars by teaching me car maintenance and repair on my first car--even though it was a Chevy.

-I am grateful because, despite his prickly exterior, he was deeply sentimental and wounded. As Grandmother told me, as an aside non-sequitur, “He never grew up.” I loved him anyway. (There is something endearing to me about a puer aeternus, no matter how frustrating they can be.)

-I am grateful because we both loved cars, trains, geography, geology--and Gettysburg.

-I am grateful because he shared a ribald sense of humor: once, at the Hershey Swap Meet, he asked me to find a bigger steering wheel for the pickup, so that he could get more leverage pulling the truck into the Brobst Street garage. I knew the vendor who might have such a wheel--and indeed he did. I decided to buy the wheel for my father's birthday. I handed him the wheel and proceeded to pay the vendor, who was across the display table. As I was completing the transaction, a petite, Ellie Mae-type blonde woman in her 40s came up to my left. She was a dish: very pulled-together, with papered-on jeans, a red gingham blouse tied up under her bosom and a straw cowboy hat with the brim sides rolled up diploma-tight. “You've got a big one! You've got a big one!,” she burbled to my father, “I want a little one! I want a little one!” My father, who was on my right side and who was surveying her keenly, looked her straight in the eye and, without missing a beat, replied dryly, “Well you're the first woman who ever said THAT to me.” Non-plussed, she fumed. Before her hat blew off, the vendor and I finished, I grabbed my father with the “big” wheel and we headed to neutral turf.

-I am grateful because early one foggy October morning in 1992, as I left, alone, to drive the '54 Chrysler on its cross-continent journey to Los Angeles, we hugged each other--tearfully.

-I am grateful because, in my adulthood, he sought my counsel.

-I am grateful because he loved me as I am, even though he never understood.

-I am grateful that he was able to live independently almost to the end--he lived his life his way.

-I am grateful because the last time I saw him, I told him “I love you”, and he replied to me, “I love you.”

-I am grateful my father was in my life--because, all-in-all, we hit the jackpot together.
June 11, 2013
Had the pleasure of meeting Richard (Dick) back in the early Nineties. Never expected our friendship to grow as it did.we had a lot in common, we both had a love for older Fords and didnt really care for anything with a computer on board.I remember Dick making numerous special trips to me, for me to work on the T Bird, or the pick up. I asked him one time why he drove all this way to get little things fixed. He replied, " I want it the way I want it, and you`re about the only one that understands me or my vehicles"
That was Dick lol, then I understood.Kinda lost contact with him a few years ago as my job forced me to relocate, however the fond memories will never be forgotten , RIP Dick, you will be sadly missed.
June 07, 2013
May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.
June 04, 2013
Dick was a very nice and giving man that I met in 1962 through trapshooting. I thought of him often. God bless you Dick.

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