4 H. D. Richardson & Co., Willards, Maryland 

HARRY D. RICHARDSON 
FOUNDER 
I never.would put my picture in 
the catalogue because I was 
afraid it might not take so good 
and hurt my business. However, 
since the boys were fresh home 
from the service they thought 
that being we were all together 
we should have all of our pictures 
in the catalogue. You know what 
happened? My picture came out 
better than any of them. 
Some of my. old girls, who are 
around 75, say that I look as well 
as I ever did. As much as I like 
to hear it I think the trick is that 
their eyes have failed about as 
fast as I have wrinkled. 
Pimesnotiekidding.sapout gethe 
strawberry plants. We never had 
better plants. and no other com- 
pany ever had any better plants. 
We have a lot of them. We have 
taken care of our commercial 
growers when plants were scarce. 
He made a pocket-full of money. 
We never let him down because 
we could sell small orders for 
more money. Our customers come 
back and bring their neighbor. 
This method of doing business 
never grows old. 
HARRY D. RICHARDSON 

WELTON A. RICHARDSON 
GENERAL MANAGER 
I happen to be another farm 
boy that served a hitch in the 
U.S. Navy. I was more fortunate 
than many other sailors. I left 
San Diego on an old ship called 
The Indian Island. She missed a 
lot of bombs and mines but finally 
hit a mine. Then I got another 
ship called The U.S.S. Dixie. She 
is well known and well liked by 
all sailors. 
The Dixie total sea voyage was 
four years and had never docked 
at a home port. On December 5, 
1945, was my happiest day in 
Shanghai, China, when the 1100 
foot long homeward bound pen- 
nant was raised which represent- 
ed her crew of 1100 men. My du- 
ties were in the engine room. 
When the orders came to stand by 
to get underway and tne bell rang 
to give one-third forward I gent- 
ly opened the throttle. 
Then the ship slowly moved off 
and the music began toa play. I 
then thought “Maybe it is true 
that we are homeward bound’. 
When she bumped the wharf at 
Seattle, Wash., Pier 91, I said, 
“This is home,” although I had 
3,000 more miles. 
WELTON A. RICHARDSON 
