Warrior One - My Dad

Charles McCall Born 1872 Carry Terrell McCall Born 1886, Charles F McCall 1913 and Sandra McCall 1944

Warrior Men in my life, for 75 years. Happy Birthday to me.

Today it has been 75 years since I was born to the Warrior that was my Daddy. Last week it occurred to me that I was born to a warrior and married a warrior. I chose this photo of my dad because I have none of him when he was young and looked very much like the Cowboy Actor Rory Calhoun. Daddy was 90 in this photo and still loved his shotgun. In this photo the men were skeet shooting and I the Warrior Princess was target shooting with pistol, rifle.

I was not satisfied with the oxford definition, although brave and combatant and fearsome fits my Dad and my husband Bob. Below is a list of the warrior traits they share.

Robust

Lusty

active

energetic

mighty

able-bodied

stalwart

hard as nails

Confident

Strong

Aggressive

Disciplined

BRAVE! 

Both my Dad and my husband will fight to the death to protect their own, Daddy was that way until he died at 93 and Bob is still all of the above at 83. 

YES! it was and still is a challenge to live with these two Warriors! 

I was age 23, with 2 boys in diapers. A storm came, the lighting hit the fan in the hall causing it to dance all over the hall, I used a broom to unplug, the power went out. I simply called my Daddy and he drove 3 miles in the storm, put the sofa cushions on the floor in front of the screen door and sleep there all night. Sighing with relief that the warrior would protect me, I went to sleep.
Daddy has a temper and was a protector to the bone.
On a Wed night, I left Choir practice to drive home. a few blocks from the church, I saw a man on the side of the road, he was watching cars drive by, focusing on each driver. Being the Fearful Person I was born, I watched him carefully.
As I got close to him suddenly he leaped into the air and threw himself on to the fender of my car, fell to the road and started screaming and  cursing.
I had no idea Daddy (the pastor of our church) was only a car length behind me, and behind him was the organist of our church.
they both stopped and Daddy came roaring up to the man rolling in the street, screaming at him Get UP! I saw what you did, this is my DAUGHTER, get up and move on down the road, if you do anything to hurt my daughter I will kick your ass all over this town.
The man got up and hoofed it down the street. Daddy said go home., I said what if he follows me. He said He will not follow you, I will. He will never get the chance to hurt you...
I never saw or heard from him again... the man not Daddy...
But I do remember the organist/deacon standing staring at my Warrior Daddy in Warrior Mode

To Be Continued Tomorrow