Royal Rosamond was severely crippled in a automobile accident. There was no Welfare, or SSD. He sold newspapers on a corner, and never missed a day, because he could not afford to. Every penny counted. After his mother died at 28, Royal lost another sister. Ida C. Rosamond was seventeen months old. These folks were poor. They had no medical insurance. The people who had money and doctors, knew many people were dying. Royal was bound out to kinfolk who had some money. They worked him like a slave. Paul Ryan and the Wealthy Conservatives who promise to take us back to the Good Ol Days – are sincere! These were hard times. Then the Depression hit – hard!
Royal Reuben Rosamond was born of two roses. After his accident with a car owned by Stephen Farish, which left him a cripple, my grandfather moved into an attic in Oklahoma City where he tutored young folks on how to write poetry. He made a living selling newspapers and magazines from a stand on the street. He had fought his dragon, and lost. His wife and four beautiful daughters wanted nothing to do with him. When he died, June Rice went and put him in the ground. She did not purchase a tombstone. Ten years ago I found where Royal’s bones lay under the earth. I found a company that made headstones and met with a woman who showed me some designs. I chose the one above, and aunt Lillian paid for it.
Alas, this total failure was remembered by his kindred. I, my daughter, and my grandson, have his…
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