THEME: STORIES FROM MY PAST
C = CHANCE
This entry is about a man ... my step grandaddy.... the only grandaddy I knew on my Dad's side.
I adored my Grandaddy Chance (I called him that). He always had a smile for me and made time to speak to me when I would go see him at his store (Selma Curb Market). He would always give me candy or surprise me with a toy when I would see him.
Grandaddy Chance saved my life. My MeMaw (Dad's Mom) had me as a baby in the pool at Grandaddy Chance's house. She slipped and I fell out of her arms into the deep end of the pool. MeMaw didn't know how to swim (or so I was told) and Grandaddy Chance saved me pulling my little blue turning baby butt out of the pool before I drowned.
Thank you Grandaddy Chance. I can never repay you for that.
Sadly my Grandaddy Chance was shot dead ... murdered in front of the Selma Curb Market in 1986.
My Dad loved his step-dad VERY much saying to me one day that Grandaddy Chance was "more of a father to me than my own father ever was". (For the record my Dad's REAL Dad was a Methodist Preacher who skipped out on my MeMaw and 4 kids for another woman).
Grandaddy Chance was a special man who brought light and smiles when he was around. That's how I remember him... and that's what I will ALWAYS remember.