Grandaddy has always told me “I paid $1000K for you and brought you home from the hospital.”
Now if that was supposed to make me feel loved it did. Grandaddy was the first man in my life. I respected him. I trusted his word. I listened to him. He is my first memory….
After grandaddy picked me and mama up from the hospital we went and lived with he, Granny and their 6 year old daughter, my aunt Ang.
Daddy was out on the road at that time singing with Memaw so he wasn’t there when I was born.
Mama says Memaw and Dad came to Granny’s as soon as they pulled into town and brought over tons of diapers and stayed all day playin with me. Or so its said…(you know how mama tell a story, everyone love Katrina the Ballerina)
Granny’s house became part of me. Immediately. I know it. The bones of that home are the one thing that stayed wrapped around me no matter what storm came. And believe me the storms were just rollin in with the name change.
Back to the story…
Mama hated bein back under her Mothers roof. She was a free spirit, a young unwed mother and had no idea how to raise a baby alone.
She figured she would need me a daddy if we were gonna get out of Granny’s and make a life for ourselves.
She was waitin tables at a place in downtown Franklin at the time. She had known John for a while but this day she saw him differently. He was a good-looking, soft-spoken sweet man. He asked her out, she told him she had a baby, he said he would love to meet me and so it went.
They were married a few short months later. John adopted me. I called him daddy until I was probably 25 years old.
23 months later they had my brother, David. David is absolutely my closest family member. I would take a bullet for him in a second. He knows this. I know he would do the same.
See, mama and John got divorced when David was 2 and I was 4…Then bub and I just started kinda raisin each other. Mama was only 22 or so. She was so green to life much less raisin kids. Now that ain’t to say Mama wasn’t a good mama. She was. She taught us the truth, how to be affectionate, honest, sweet, manners, not to make fun of people……
So….with husband number 2 down, where else was there to go…..