My Uncle How-Who was my mother’s older brother. She often talked about him because growing up they played together. She said they would take turns playing each other’s games. She would play what he wanted to play and then he would play house with her. I have often wondered if this was one of the tradeoffs. One day they went behind the barn to smoke grape leaves. My mother was 5 years old. When he lit the cigarette it exploded in her face and burned off her eyelashes and eyebrows. This ended her smoking career but unfortunately not his.
While attending Boerne High School, Uncle Howard was active in the Texas Association of Future Farmers of America. He raised lambs for show. In 1940 he was recognized for fitting and showing fat lambs and in 1941 he received an award for mutton production. The family lived at the corner of Turner and San Antonio Streets on a large lot. While raising lambs and attending high school he had a job at a gas station that was located on the corner of Main and San Antonio Streets. He was working on 7 December 1941 when he heard the news about the bombing of Pearl Harbor. He ran the three blocks from the gas station to the house to tell his parents.
His high school years were interrupted in 1943 when he was drafted into the Army Air Force. He became a sergeant in the 877th Bombardment Squadron with a specialty as an Army Air and Engine Mechanic 747. As part of his oversees assignment, he was stationed in Hawaii. When he returned home in 1946 he attended Fox Tech High School in San Antonio. They provided an evening program where WWII veterans could complete high school course work and graduate. After receiving his diploma, he continued his education at the Texas College of Arts and Industries in Kingsville graduating with a Bachelor in Agriculture Education. He student taught at Goliad High School in Goliad, Texas. In 1952 he taught 5th grade in Schertz-Cibolo because there weren’t any job openings for Ag teachers. The next year he was where he wanted to be teaching Ag at Southwest High School in San Antonio.
He would come to Boerne to visit several Sunday afternoons a month. We always enjoyed his visits. He brought stuff, groceries for my grandmother and boxes of magazines and books and other goodies for the rest of us. He always made Christmas so much fun. He lavished gifts on all of the family. One of my favorite Christmas’ with him was while I was in college. He gave all the nieces and nephews framed goofy photographs he had taken of us when were we little. We laughed a lot that Christmas Eve.
One of the goofy pictures I received. It’s cute little me with two of my first cousins.
Uncle Howard made a difference in my life. I was attending Southwest Texas State and did not like my classes so I was thinking of dropping out and getting a job. He asked me how school was and I said I hated it. He asked “Well, what do you want to do?” I said I want to be a librarian. He asked a very simple question, “Why aren’t you doing it?”. Duh! Sometimes you just need a knock on the head.
It was a great loss to the family when he passed away in 1975 with lung cancer.
Richardson. Digital copy privately held by Kathryn Adam-Hurst. Boerne, Texas. 2014.
2 thoughts on “52 Ancestors – #8: My Uncle How-Who, Howard Ware Richardson”
I have to ask — was it you or your mother who pronounced Howard as How-Who? That is so cute 🙂
My Cousin Phil was the one who started saying Uncle How-Who. It was an easy name for the kids to say so it stuck!