Richard Adams

Dicker was always one of my favorites. He acted like he was gruff and mean, but if you took the time to get to know him, he was on old softie at heart. We used to vacation in Florida, with Dicker and my Aunt Jitters, and we always had a wonderful time, playing "Old Hell" or just sitting on the beach. He (and my Dad) was a great babysitter, and I knew my son was in good hands with those two. Thank you Dick Adams for all the contributions you made to our family!
Jan Malinowski Martin

Great Uncle Dick was one of the funniest guys I ever met. My mom (his niece) and I used to visit him and Jitters when I was younger, and I remember how this little wooden rod with toilet paper on the kitchen table to blow his nose. I was amazed. He and his brother's are courageous men and we owe our fredom to them. My Grandpa Don is the only Adams brother left. I love you Uncle Dick, and will never forget you! Love you too Jitters!

"Uncle Dick'er, That's what we called him. My son did a story on Dick for high school and Dick was pleased to tell him a little bit. It made him feel good that a youngster and relative would ask him some hard questions. Thanks Dick for for being you and sharing."
Rod Martin, MSG, US Army (Retired) Radcliff KY and currently - Kinshasa, Congo

Semper Fi, Dick. I didn't know you, but I knew and loved one of the Marines on Wake Island and who, like you, was a POW until the end of the war. His name was Fr. Eugene Lutz. He was trained as an engineer and ordained a priest later. I will say a Mass for you, Dick, and for all the survivors of Wake Island.
Fr. Ray Olinger (USMC, 1st Marine Division, '63-'66)

Thank you for your suffering for our freedom Mr. Adams.

"Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be."
Douglas MacArthur

Farewell...

I grew up next door to Mr. and Mrs. Adams. They were such good friends to my parents and to my brother, sister and I. They were always there in good times and bad. I loved listening to Mr. Adams' stories and have fond memories of sitting at their kitchen table with a cup of instant coffee and gabbing away. Mr. Adams you are loved and will be missed.

I have know Mr. Adams since I was young and he moved in next door to our family on 48th Street. He and my dad were good friends. He was one of the few people who could put my dad in his place and get away with it. My dad passed away when I was 16 years old. My dad died at home, minutes before he passed away he told my mom to run next door and get Mr. Adams. When Mr. Adams came into my dad's room he said goodbye and told him to take care of me. Mr. Adams picked me up at school and told me that...

I've known my Grandpa Dick since I was a very little girl. I was the first grand daughter and he spoiled me rotten. We once walked into a shopping center and I just pointed at a purple cow and he got it for me. He called me "blue eyes" and loved me in such a special, tender way. He always showed interest in whatever I was involved in. He holds a very special place in my heart. He will be greatly missed. I loved hearing about his POW experiences. I could listen to the stories for...