Bloom Where You Are Planted

This blog was created March 11, 2015. The contents of this blog contain correspondence between Chuckwa Don Crabtree and Gina Gillispie.

Although the two have never met, they became friends via mail when Gina, editor of an online news site, first reported Chuckwa's story.

When Gina saw his arrest photo, there was something that tugged at her to believe this person had a story to tell.

She mailed her first letter September 7, 2012 and they have been writing ever since.

After several years, Chuckwa decided he wanted to begin to tell his life story and send a message of hope to those who still have choices to make...his goal is to spend his time doing good things and good work right where he is....

Chuckwa has decided...to bloom where he is planted.

The posts that you will read will be a mix of old letters, stories about his everyday life in the James V. Allred Unit in Iowa Park, Texas and stories from his boyhood growing up along the creek in Palo Pinto County, Texas.

He signs his letters...."The Callisburg Kid"

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

THE PATCH

If Chuckwa thought riding broncs and bulls was a challenge, he was about to find out it wasn't anything compared to real life.

(Chuckwa on his wedding day...age 16)

By the time he was 17 he was married with his first child--

"I left home and had my first kid on the ground by the age of 17.  Six months after he was born, me and his mama ran into some problems due to some unfaithfulness on both our parts and split up.  This caused me lots of problems and a great deal of heartache."

in the early 1960's came 
the 
creating one of the most prevalent and dangerous jobs in the nation

in a Texas minute...Chuckwa became a man...

a boy who had to grow up and work a man's job to provide for his family
Chuckwa became a roughneck..a slang term for a person who has a HARD MANUAL labor occupation working on oil rigs


"I went to work in the oilfield on a drilling rig and worked for that company until I was 22.   I got put in jail a few times and due to my heartache I started to do more drinking and the marijuana found its way into my life.  I was going from place to place, living it up and all the time doing whatever I could to kill the pain."

In the oil patch, drug and alcohol use is rampant as these rig crews try to muster through 12 hour shifts and labor up to 14 days in a row.

The roughneck is surrounded by heavy machinery that can kill or maim in an instant.  Falls from the "catwalk" (the top of the rig), being crushed by falling loads, explosions, being tangled in chains and cables...even hearing loss, are very common in this line of work.

The job is very, very hazardous with a high rate of injuries and fatalities.  
Drugs make no sense in this workplace...
yet, somehow, it is a very common.


I remember a scene in THE URBAN COWBOY
(google)

Where Pam says
"My daddy does oil....and all that implies"

for Chuckwa
this implication is not good

he will have four women and four children
Donavan, Cierra, Christian and Ethan
 more than four broken hearts,
and he will begin his arrest record

1 Peter 5:8

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. 














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