Again a drawing on a 14” x 17” newsprint pad. Richard’s feet were of interest to me as were all other physical features, for they, no less than more conspicuous and more frequently depicted anatomical parts, identified the person. Though time ages all, one can discern in the present what existed in the past; the past is layered by strata of maturation, but proportions and distinctive marks remain. As elegant as were Richard’s hands so too were his other extremities. But elegance did not preclude manual dexterity. Richard was adept at making and doing, as I witnessed in Canterbury Connecticut. He transformed an oblong chicken coop into a potentially small and lovely cottage overlooking fields and forest. He raised the roof so that it was angled to allow rain-water to safely run-off, inserted windows in the opened spaces, and then crafted a beautiful red-brick fireplace from bricks we hauled from the ruins of mill in a nearby town. Richard’s father Giuseppe (Joseph) Brignoli, whom I fondly remember as a strong handsome man skilled in the construction industry, taught his son well and further skills, especially in wiring, were learned at Boston Trade, which Richard attended before he entered the Merchant Marines. The end of our marriage halted any further work on the coop--cottage. For more on Richard’s life, see the obituary at http://www.acorn-online.com/news/exec/view.cgi/21/5095

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