Friday, July 24, 2015

Sing, Sing, Sing

This is my Great, Great Grandfather Richard Brooks Goodworth. He is the Grandfather of my Grandfather Beard.

Richard was born in Crowle, Lincolnshire, England on March 26, 1846, to a large family with three half-brothers, four half-sisters, and later two younger brothers rounded it out to an even ten children. His mother had been widowed with seven children and her second husband, Richard's father, passed away when Richard was only seven years old.

Great, Great Grandfather Goodworth's appearance was very distinctive with an abundance of black, straight stiff hair. A very creative person, he enjoyed changing his look often by wearing different styles of facial hair, sometimes chin bare and sometimes not.

Although the exact date is unknown, he was probably baptized in his native land, and after emigrating to America he served as a Sunday School teacher in the Kamas Ward. 

As sometimes happens through miscommunication and misunderstandings, Richard became offended. He chose to let his feelings keep him away from church activity and could not be persuaded to return. Nevertheless, he was known in the community for his friendliness, honesty and consideration.


Everyone knows that the Beard family is blessed with superior musical talent. Some of that musicality was inherited from this good man. His talents and hobbies were writing poetry and singing. 

It was said that he could sing all night long and not repeat himself. Many neighbors were invited to spend evenings in the Goodworth home enjoying this entertainment.


At the age of 50 he contracted severe pneumonia. There were no doctors in the area, so his wife Johanna treated him with every remedy she could acquire, but his strength never returned. 

Richard did not feel worthy due to his inactivity, but obviously had great faith he God. He knew that his eighteen year old son Joseph was a righteous man and that the Lord would answer his prayers. So one evening he asked Joseph, "Mind doing me a favor?" His son eagerly replied, "Anything I can." Richard's request shocked his son, "Before you go to bed, pray that if I can't get well, I may die. Pray for me to die without suffering." Joseph protested vigorously, "I can't." But his father was insistent and reminded him, "I've always taught you to keep your word." 

From that moment on Richard refused further medication. Joseph's prayer was answered and Richard passed away on May 9, 1896. He is buried in the Old Cemetery located in Francis, Utah.