High School Charlie was allot of fun to be around. He was always into something ,getting in mischief and just being Charlie.It was a full time job for him to be Charlie. Good buddy, bill greer
It's hard for me to believe that Charlie Calloway is not with us anymore. What a guy. I remember his first day at Hogg Junior High with the slicked back hair and moccasins. He was a Houston stud and someone challenged him to take on the biggest and baddest guy at school, Alfred Humphries, who normally would not hurt a flea, and Charlie was up for the task. He was a tough dude. Like a lot of us, he took some wrong turns but he had a good heart, a big heart. This reunion will not be as much fun for me because I always wanted to know about his latest mischief.
Many of you have asked me what happened to Charlie
Charlie was up in a tree cutting limbs with a chain saw out at Hide-a-Way, when he fell from the tree onto a fence and broke his back in two places. He was air lifted to the hospital. He was left with very little movement on the right side and none on the left side of his body. He was later moved from the hospital to a nursing home in Palestine where his mother and his son Chase who both live in Palestine could be close to him.
Charlie had developed Lupus quite some time ago and it had become harder and harder for him to get around without alot of pain. When I saw him last, it broke my heart to see him, his body was just giving out on him. It was hard for him to walk without seeming to be in alot of pain. He just should never have been up in that tree in the first place.
His son Chase told me that he developed some type of staph infection and that is what caused his death. Not sure if he ever would have gained any movement or mobility with his body, he did not get through much rehab there. They were considering moving him to a rehab facility in San Antonio, thinking this place could help him but he never got there. He died on August 24, 2005.
I miss him and Sandy so much. Two of the best friends I ever had, that anyone could have. Charlie since 9th grade and Sandy since 6th grade. They are both gone from me and I feel lost sometimes not having either one of them with me anymore. Charlie would pick me up on Saturdays when we were in high school and we would go messing around together. He helped me pick out every dress I ever wore to any high school dance even taking me to Dallas to shop for one even though we never went to these dances together He loved me trying on the dresses for him and him choosing which one he liked. He was there for my first wedding and there right after my son Aaron was born. You could have always found him at my house on Fridays around supper time because that was fried chicken and mashed potato night each week. He would not come to my second wedding. Warned me, I should have listened. He was there at my last in 96.
Sandy and Charlie both had the biggest hearts of anyone I have ever known. Never met a stranger, would do anything they could for anyone. Don't know how any of you felt about him or how you knew him or how well you knew him in different ways, but he was the kindest, most caring, gracious, and so gently he cared for me in so many different ways after my car accideny in 87. Even when I was able to walk again, for several years after, there were times when my legs would hurt so bad and felt so weak, I thought they would buckle from beneath me. He always felt or somehow knew those times as he would pull my body against him where I could lean upon him so he could hold me up. When the sun would set in the evenings and we may be out somewhere, he always took hold of my hand and led me beside him so that I would not fall, trip or hurt myself on something. I never had to ask him, he always remembered and knew I had that need. I miss his friendship and the unconditional love we shared with each other. I thank God for giving me this wonderful man in my life for all of those years. I feel so selfish sometimes though, when I think of them, missing them and wanting them back when I know it was a blessing for them to be taken. There is just such a loss in my heart and in my life without them. I feel sad for me.
I met Charlie at Fun Forest swimming pool one day many years ago. It had to be when we were in the 6th or 7th grade. We had a great time that day water fighting some other guys. I went by his house one day after that and we hung out. He was the type of person you are instantly drawn too when you meet them. He looked more mature than his years, but always managed to act younger than he was. We went our seperate ways after those brief meetings and I saw him again when he was living somewhere on the eastside of town during the longhair hippie days. The next and last I saw Charlie was in 1978 at some disco on 5th street where an old shopping center at the corner of Beckham use to be. I was going into the club in the middle of the day to shoot some pool and make some lunch money. As I walked down the sidewalk there was a little space between two pillars of brick built in the wall. Between those two pillars Charlie was leaning up against the wall. He was wearing a bright yellow leisure suit with a bright yellow fedora. The color stood out so that it shocked me when I first glaned over there. Then out of all that yellow glow came the fimilar smiling face of Charlie. Both of us recognized each other and said our," hey man", and I went on.
If you knew Charlie, you would understand that he is probably the only guy in the world that could have worn that outfit and got away with it. I still see him in that suit everytime I think of him. He was a good guy and I never knew of anyone he didn't like.
Bill Greer
High School Charlie was allot of fun to be around. He was always into something ,getting in mischief and just being Charlie.It was a full time job for him to be Charlie. Good buddy, bill greer
Pat Wheeler
It's hard for me to believe that Charlie Calloway is not with us anymore. What a guy. I remember his first day at Hogg Junior High with the slicked back hair and moccasins. He was a Houston stud and someone challenged him to take on the biggest and baddest guy at school, Alfred Humphries, who normally would not hurt a flea, and Charlie was up for the task. He was a tough dude. Like a lot of us, he took some wrong turns but he had a good heart, a big heart. This reunion will not be as much fun for me because I always wanted to know about his latest mischief.
Susan Hall (Calley)
Many of you have asked me what happened to Charlie
Charlie was up in a tree cutting limbs with a chain saw out at Hide-a-Way, when he fell from the tree onto a fence and broke his back in two places. He was air lifted to the hospital. He was left with very little movement on the right side and none on the left side of his body. He was later moved from the hospital to a nursing home in Palestine where his mother and his son Chase who both live in Palestine could be close to him.
Charlie had developed Lupus quite some time ago and it had become harder and harder for him to get around without alot of pain. When I saw him last, it broke my heart to see him, his body was just giving out on him. It was hard for him to walk without seeming to be in alot of pain. He just should never have been up in that tree in the first place.
His son Chase told me that he developed some type of staph infection and that is what caused his death. Not sure if he ever would have gained any movement or mobility with his body, he did not get through much rehab there. They were considering moving him to a rehab facility in San Antonio, thinking this place could help him but he never got there. He died on August 24, 2005.
I miss him and Sandy so much. Two of the best friends I ever had, that anyone could have. Charlie since 9th grade and Sandy since 6th grade. They are both gone from me and I feel lost sometimes not having either one of them with me anymore. Charlie would pick me up on Saturdays when we were in high school and we would go messing around together. He helped me pick out every dress I ever wore to any high school dance even taking me to Dallas to shop for one even though we never went to these dances together He loved me trying on the dresses for him and him choosing which one he liked. He was there for my first wedding and there right after my son Aaron was born. You could have always found him at my house on Fridays around supper time because that was fried chicken and mashed potato night each week. He would not come to my second wedding. Warned me, I should have listened. He was there at my last in 96.
Sandy and Charlie both had the biggest hearts of anyone I have ever known. Never met a stranger, would do anything they could for anyone. Don't know how any of you felt about him or how you knew him or how well you knew him in different ways, but he was the kindest, most caring, gracious, and so gently he cared for me in so many different ways after my car accideny in 87. Even when I was able to walk again, for several years after, there were times when my legs would hurt so bad and felt so weak, I thought they would buckle from beneath me. He always felt or somehow knew those times as he would pull my body against him where I could lean upon him so he could hold me up. When the sun would set in the evenings and we may be out somewhere, he always took hold of my hand and led me beside him so that I would not fall, trip or hurt myself on something. I never had to ask him, he always remembered and knew I had that need. I miss his friendship and the unconditional love we shared with each other. I thank God for giving me this wonderful man in my life for all of those years. I feel so selfish sometimes though, when I think of them, missing them and wanting them back when I know it was a blessing for them to be taken. There is just such a loss in my heart and in my life without them. I feel sad for me.
Mike Broussard
I met Charlie at Fun Forest swimming pool one day many years ago. It had to be when we were in the 6th or 7th grade. We had a great time that day water fighting some other guys. I went by his house one day after that and we hung out. He was the type of person you are instantly drawn too when you meet them. He looked more mature than his years, but always managed to act younger than he was. We went our seperate ways after those brief meetings and I saw him again when he was living somewhere on the eastside of town during the longhair hippie days. The next and last I saw Charlie was in 1978 at some disco on 5th street where an old shopping center at the corner of Beckham use to be. I was going into the club in the middle of the day to shoot some pool and make some lunch money. As I walked down the sidewalk there was a little space between two pillars of brick built in the wall. Between those two pillars Charlie was leaning up against the wall. He was wearing a bright yellow leisure suit with a bright yellow fedora. The color stood out so that it shocked me when I first glaned over there. Then out of all that yellow glow came the fimilar smiling face of Charlie. Both of us recognized each other and said our," hey man", and I went on.
If you knew Charlie, you would understand that he is probably the only guy in the world that could have worn that outfit and got away with it. I still see him in that suit everytime I think of him. He was a good guy and I never knew of anyone he didn't like.