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On the 28th of this month, I will have my 75th birthday.
In one way it seems the time has flown but when you start pulling out all the memories one at a time and examine them, all the places I've been and the things I've done it could have well been two hundred years.
I was born on October 28th, 1936 and about the only other notable thing I can find out about that happened on that date is that the Statue of Liberty had her 50th birthday. Most of the other happenings were pretty trivial, bordering the mundane, or at least I think so since I don't really remember a whole lot of what happened that day.
I was born in Wilmington, North Carolina, a seaport town whose population stayed a static 33,000 people from the time I was born until the time I left for good at which time it began to grow in leaps and bounds and attracting all kinds of exciting things like a major motion picture studio.
It was almost as if I was holding the place back or something.
The first house I remember living in was on the Carolina Beach Road and had electricity but our plumbing consisted of a hand pump on the back porch and a sanitary facility you had to walk to, and yes folks it's true, the old Sears and Roebuck catalog did spend its dotage in the little house behind the big house growing thinner by the day and titillating the imaginations of little boys who would sit there ogling the scantily clad models in the lingerie section.
My young years were spent pretending to be Gene Autry and picking sand spurs out of my bare feet and just generally having a good time. But everybody has to start to school some time, which I did at William Hooper Elementary where I went for all of two weeks before Daddy changed jobs and moved us to Valdosta, Georgia, which might as well have been the moon for a naive six year old who had never been anywhere.
I was soon to learn however that changing addresses and schools were to be the pattern of young life. I attended three schools in one year more than once.
I finally managed to graduate in1955 in Goldstone, North Carolina along with 21 other country boys and girls and shortly thereafter set out with a guitar and a dream to play honkytonks and beer joints for the next thirteen years.
I bounced around
the country living out of a suitcase until I got to Tulsa, Oklahoma
and found a curvy little blonde Okie named Hazel who completely stole
my heart. We were married and became the proud parents of Charles William
Daniels, our one and only child.
To say that God has blessed me would be an understatement tantamount to calling the Atlantic Ocean a mud puddle and the blessings just keep on coming.
I live with my wife of 48 years who is the love of my life our beloved son lives just down the road, I work with people who have been with me for decades and are family to me, I spend my life doing something I truly love, my cows are fat, my horses are healthy and I'm a member of the Grand Ole Opry!!!
What more could a country boy want.
All of us here at the CDB would like to extend our heartfelt gratitude for the overwhelming outpouring of love that has been expressed through your e-mails, tweets and phone calls about the untimely death of our friend and brother, Taz DiGregorio.
Taz had a lot of fans and friends. He will be much missed by them and his CDB family.
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Pray for our troops, and for our country.
God Bless America
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