Clarence A. Crenshaw, Jr.

February 9, 1940-July 11, 1976

 

One day I will write a poem or a short story, maybe an entire book about my father. I want to tell all about the women who loved him, married him and birth his children. I want you to see his rich, deep chocolate skin and those slanted eyes with the Nat "King" Cole twinkle. Smell him fresh from the shower, after shave and pomade mingled with maleness. A million watt smile. Should have been on T.V. He was a smooth operator. He could cook too. My favorite then was hamhocks and pinto beans.One time he put in more hamhocks than beans. We didn't care. We laughed and ate.

One day I will tell you about my father.

But not today.

September 1,1998-March 25, 2002

 

You came here on wings to light to hold  all the love we gave you.

So you returned home to wait for us.

 

First grandchild & first child of my only son.