CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

May 23, 2013

Russell E. “Rusty Earl” Roy

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
RUSSELL E. “Rusty Earl” Roy

Russell E. “Rusty Earl” Roy, 77, died at 7:45 a.m., Saturday, May 4, 2013, at Countryside Convalescent Home. Although he lived at the Home for seven years, he was a lifelong resident of Jamestown, Pennsylvania.
Russell was born February 7, 1936, in Jamestown, Pennsylvania, to King C. and Minnie B. Wiser Roy.

A memorial service was held for Russell on May 25th at the Allegheny Wesleyan Methodist Church in Jamestown.

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The following post is from interviews with Russ in 1997.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Entering Russell E. Roy’s soul, however, requires a different route.

Russell, a. k. a. Rusty and Russ, opens the window to his soul through poetic writing.

He began writing poems when his sister Alice Hoover, Mercer, asked him to write a table blessing for her bowling banquet. Although he wanted to help his sister he felt uncomfortable fulfilling her request because he opposes serving alcoholic beverages at bowling alleys. His way of helping Alice without compromising his own values was to write an appropriate allegorical poem, The Final Frame, through which he began opening the window to his soul.

Russ’s writing method is unique. He bypasses the common writing tools—pen and paper, typewriter and computer. Instead, he picks up a (more…)

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March 6, 2008

DEAR A’NONNIEMOUSE FROM COCHRAN (COCKROACH)

Now that I’ve introduced myself, let me share a letter I wrote to my friend, A’nonniemouse, my best friend created by Rustie, who is my creator’s best friend. It will tell you more about ME! It was written in June, 1997, and shows my struggles in self-esteem and gaining maturity. I’m a different cockroach today!

Dear A’nonniemouse,

I received your letter of May 30 a couple of weeks ago and must truly thank you for your two letters, especially the second, a real bonus, since I didn’t answer your first one.
You mentioned mitigating circumstances as to why I haven’t written to you.
A’nonnie, you just don’t know!

You said you didn’t know what to say to me because you don’t know me. Well, I must confess—therein lies the problem! I’m struggling (more…)

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