Henry Clifford Moultroup
October 18, 1930 -- March 17, 2022
If you have lived in the Richmond area over the past 91 years, especially if you frequent the main road leading from the center of Richmond out into Huntington and beyond -- chances are, you have crossed paths with Henry Moultroup. Though the little yellow house in the valley was not his first home, having spent his boyhood on Kenyon Road and his teen years in Jericho, that is the house he built in 1951 and made home with his wife, Charlotte. And that is the home where they raised their five boys: Bruce, David, Mark, Jeffrey and Terry.
After 91 years of life, Henry Clifford Moultroup went to be with his Lord while lying in his own bed, his oldest grandson holding his hand. It is impossible to sum up a man’s life. Much could be said of Henry’s service and involvement in his town and wider community. But as the years wore on, it was the things he loved most that came to the surface and became central. Henry was a keeper of places and people: his expansive gardens and vegetable stand, his sugar works, his farm, his friends, his family – and the stories he told about them all.
His neighbors remember stopping to buy veggies or maple syrup – and receiving much more: a connection, a story – or if you were a child, maybe a sample of syrup, a molasses cookie or a tiny pumpkin “too small to sell anyway”.
His friends remember golf on a Saturday or a night of dominoes or bowling.
His church family remembers him cutting boughs for the annual Christmas decorating party or singing his favorite hymns.
His grandchildren and great grandchildren remember tapping trees on “Grandpa’s Mountain”, four-wheeler rides, weeding cucumbers or squash, finding the golf balls he hit into the field near the house, eating his homemade donuts, watching the Red Sox play every game of the season – and especially -- calling him for help in getting out of one fix or another. It seemed he was always home when you needed him.
His daughters-in-law became the daughters he never had. They remember his playful jesting, mowing his lawn, weeding and reaping the benefits from his gardens and the way he enjoyed their cooking.
His sons remember working and playing beside a man who was hard to beat at either. Milking cows, haying fields, running chainsaws, digging with his backhoe – and then a boisterous game of O’ Heck, pick-up baseball in the field, or tracking down the big one on the first day of hunting season.
Years ago, while weeding with one of his granddaughters, Henry said “I want to wear out, not rust out.” He wore himself out doing the things that he loved. There was never a spring that he didn’t break ground and plant his seeds. This spring he is the seed, and we bury him in the hope that this planting is not the end, that one day he will realize the new life in Jesus in which he quietly, firmly hoped.
Henry was predeceased by his parents Reta (Goodrich) and Clyde Moultroup; his step-father, John Goodrich; his sister, Claire “Sis” (Moultroup) Woodard; his brother, Willard “Bill” Moultroup and also a daughter-in-law Josie (Wood) Moultroup. He leaves behind his loving and faithful wife of 72 years, Charlotte (Tomlinson) Moultroup, with whom he raised their five sons: Bruce (and Connie) Moultroup, David (and Bonnie) Moultroup, Mark (and Alice) Moultroup, Jeff (and Debbie) Moultroup and Terry (and Dawna) Moultroup. He also leaves 15 grandchildren and nearly 40 great-grandchildren. We are all so grateful to have known and loved him.
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