Son of
Charles A. Gorman and
Marjorie MacDonald Gorman.

Brother of
Ellen (Nellie) Gorman McCarthy 1886
Jane H.(Jennie)Gorman Milrick 1887
Charles F. Gorman1888
Margery H. Gorman1891
Mary Ellen (Mame)Gorman 1893
Margory A. Gorman 1894
Edward Anthony Gorman 1896
Jessie Marie Gorman Preston 1898
Baby Girl Gorman1900
Harold Gorman 1904

Husband of
Mary Ellen Davis Gorman

No children

My Dear Great Uncle Richie

The pictures at the right are of Richie's Grave, his beloved Mary, his beloved mother Margery, and his beloved baby sisters Jessie, Nellie and Mame. I know there is at least one photo of Richie, and as soon as its located, it will be posted.

Richard Gorman was one of 11 children of Charles and Marjorie Gorman. Brother of Mary, Jennie, Ellen, Jessie, Margery, Edward, Charles, Baby Girl Gorman, and 2 other unnamed children that died at birth. Richie was born in Rhode Island the oldest of his brothers and sisters. He worked as a machinist and truck driver to help support his family.

On November 20, 1919 Richie married Mary Ellen Davis in Rhode Island.

Richie and Mary travelled and lived all over the United States. From Rhode Island, Pennsylvania, Michigan, Arizona, Ohio and New Jersey. In the 1930 census, Mary and Richie lived in Detriot Michigan where Richie worked for a tool company as a machinist. They never had children but seemed very happy enjoying life together. They would travel to visit family and then return to where ever home was at the time.

When they got up in age, Richie started having breathing problems, for a long time found Arizona as the ideal area to live in. They used to send long letters to Richie's sister Jessie,in New Jersey telling her how happy and peaceful the Arizona desert was.

Richie was the oldest child in the family, and Jessie the youngest of the surviving children. They seemed to have a very close bond that remained in place all their lives, even after their death.

As both Mary and Richie got up in age, they couldn't really take care of the house in Arizona any longer. At the encouragement of Mary's family they moved back to Ohio to be near her family and to live out their final years.

In February 1969, Richie's beloved sister, Jessie passed away in New Jersey. Richie had wanted so very much to come back to New Jersey for the funeral. The blizzard of 69 was going on and Mary's family was reluctant to let Richie and Mary make the trip. As months past, her family became more and more controlling and did not want Richie to make calls to his family in New Jersey or to Rhode Island.

Whenever Jessie's daughter called to check on her uncle, the calls where cut short and one day Richie told his neice he was not being treated well at all. He needed oxygen daily because of his difficulty breathing, and his in-laws didn't seem to care. He thought, Mary's family wanted to see him pass, so they could control the money Mary and Richie had saved over their lifetime.

Richie's health continued failing and in June of 1969 he was diagnosed with Lung Cancer. He called his neice and begged her to come for a visit. He missed saying goodbye to his little sister and wanted so very much to see her daughter. His neice made the trip and found Richie to be struggling for breathe. He was correct, none of the relatives seemed to want to help him. She tried to get him into a hospital, but Richie was afraid he would be left there to die alone. He begged his neice to be brought back to New Jersey to be cared for properly. She agreed, and had wanted Mary to come along too. Her family refused to let her join Richie. Saying Mary and Richie were too old to travel. Richie had a strong will and wasn't going to hear for anything in terms of being forced to stay. He brought his neice a new car with air conditioning to ensure a comfortable ride and his neice promised that Mary could come to live with her as soon as Richie got the treatment he needed.

Richie came back to New Jersey to live his remaining months. Every week his neice called Mary to tell her how her beloved husband was doing, after a few weeks, the calls were being denied. Something was always stopping Mary from coming to the phone. Richie, was now on constant oxygen and struggling for breathe even with aid. He told his neice he never wanted to go back to Ohio, his last wish was to be buried near his beloved little sister Jessie. He felt that if he had been brought back to Ohio, he would have been buried a pauper and his Mary would never rest near him. As much as his neice didn't really agree with separating a man and woman that had shared almost 50 years together she agreed to follow Richie's request, telling him she would offer to have Mary buried with Richie in New Jersey when her time came.

In September it became impossible for Richie to breath, he was put into the hospital and passed away there on September 9, 1969. His body was taken care of by Labash Funeral Home and on September 11, 1969 Richie was laid to rest in a grave several hundred feet from his beloved sister. Just 7 months after Jessie passed. The grave originally purchased for Jessie's two year old daughter, Dorothy. When Jessie passed away, Dorothy's remains were place in with her mother. Richie was placed in that grave with the hopes that one day, his dear Mary would join him there. He got his wish in being buried near his dear sister, but the hopes of Mary ever to join him died too.

Richie's neice called Mary to tell her that her husband was gone, but she never got to talk to Mary. Richie's neice told Mary's family that there was room in the double grave for Mary to join Richie when she passed away. His neice told them Richie had left enough money to cover all the charges of sending Mary's body to New Jersey for burial, for a funeral, and for a stone to be placed. Richie's neice never heard anything again from Mary's family. She tried several times without luck to reach her.

Richie was my great-uncle. His neice, my mom. My mom regretted the rest of her life that Mary and Richie were separated. They were married almost 50 years, missing it by 2 months. She was glad she was able to fulfill his final wish of burying him close to his sister Jessie, but the feeling that that sweet loving couple would never rest together bothered her always, as it does me now. What ever happened to Mary we never found out. Both Richie and Mary were about 84 when Richie died. My mom and I always knew though that when Mary passed away, Richie was there to greet his little wife with a great big hug and a kiss.

I'm glad my great uncle is buried near my grandma, I never drop over for a visit without stopping by Richie's grave. He wasn't buried a pauper and there is someone that remembers and loves him. I pray that Mary has someone to honor and care for her grave. Richie may not be resting with his beloved Mary in the same grave, but he is walking beside her holding her hand in heaven.

I think because Richie and Mary never had children, they relied on each other and were closer than many other couples. They just enjoyed life together, travelling and loving life. I pray that now reunited in heaven, they have enjoyed many years of love, peace, and joy together.

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A special thank you to Ruth~Ladypepper for restoring Richie's mother's picture. Her kindness and time is so appreciated. I'm sure Richie, my grandma, and my greatgrandma are smiling down on you Ruth. Thank you again.