In Memoriam: Rich Paul, 1943-2020

By Sam Pickard

A. Richard “Rich” Paul, 1943-2020.

This is not the post I had planned to write next, but now it is the post I need—and want—to write. On December 29th A. Richard “Rich” Paul, the “History Hugger” of Marple Township, passed away. His death is a loss to not only Marple, but all of Delaware County. I have only known Rich for about four years and I am far from the most qualified eulogist, but I want to pause and share a few words about a man who always had time for me, and someone I was glad to call a friend. While I pride myself on my research and citations, this post is going to focus on the man I got to know through the stories he told—if I’ve misunderstood or misremembered anything, I will happily make corrections.

Rich had moved to Marple Township with his family when he was nine years old. He would have seen an area transitioning from a rural, agrarian community to “modern” suburbia. One of the anecdotes Rich would tell about his childhood was how he would play near the old Massey barn—land now occupied by the split-level houses of Lawrence Park. Later he attended Marple Newtown High School, where he was memorialized in his senior yearbook as “the last of the mad bombers”1—a nickname he earned when he and some older friends were caught by an off-duty police officer at the bottom of Greenhill Road after they threw a firecracker at the driveway of a girl they knew. Rich was possibly with those same friends when he rode in the last car down West Chester Pike before it was closed off for then-Senator John F. Kennedy’s motorcade.

Rich entered the US Navy after graduating high school and served four years, attaining the rank of petty officer. After leaving the navy, he studied at St. Joseph’s University and married his wife Pat, with whom he had three children: two daughters and a son.

Though he made a living working for Xerox, Rich’s real interest was local history. To my knowledge he never had any formal training, but instead, a gift and a passion for not only learning the local lore, but making it accessible and tangible for others. Rich had become president of what is now the Marple Historical Society by 1992, and over subsequent years became chairman of the Marple Historical Commission and the Delaware County Heritage Commission. The role he seemed (to me, at least) to relish the most was Vice President of Property at the 1696 Thomas Massey House. Wearing an 18th century farmers costume that included a floppy brown hat and woolen vest, Rich would lead tours of the house on Sundays throughout the summer. He always seemed to be striving to better understand the house and Pennsylvania life in the 1700s, paying particular attention to lighting technology. Sometimes he was so immersed in the past that he could “gossip” about the affair he’d discovered between a Marple farmer and his neighbor’s wife… 250 years ago.

While the 18th century and the Massey House were Rich’s special interests, in recent years he put substantial work into obtaining protections for Hayti Cemetery—a 19th century burial ground used by members of the local African American community into the 1930s. Working with community members and state legislators like Jenn O’Mara, Rich was able to bring attention to the cemetery and help organize cleanups and flag plantings to honor veterans interred there.

Finally, from a personal perspective, Rich was someone who I could “talk history” with. Twice during the past year we met at the Massey House—windows open, socially distanced, and masks on—to just chat. When I started this blog he was extremely supportive and encouraging, placing his knowledge, connections, and materials at my disposal. Rich made me feel like family at the Massey House. Whenever it is that things are “back to normal” and we once again gather around the wooden “kitchen table” at the Massey House, it won’t be entirely the same. I’ll miss Rich’s faux-serious greeting when I walk through the threshold, his black portfolio folder and legal pad, his jokes, and his wink. At risk of sounding too dramatic, I echo Edwin Stanton in saying that now Rich belongs to the ages, joining not only local historians like Hilda Lucas and Clarissa Smith, but the whole pantheon of individuals in Marple’s history.

I’d like to invite any readers who feel so inclined to share their memories of Rich in the comments.

  1. Marple Newtown High School Class of 1962, Memories yearbook (1962), 112.
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