TRIBUTE STORY: ONE FINAL WAVE FROM BUTCH

CHARLES ” BUTCH ” REDMOND

COCHRAN, GEORGIA: He was the face of Cochran, or at least the first friendly face most people saw in town. He’d be downtown on the sidewalk and as soon as you got in his eyesight – on foot or in your car – he would soar his hand up in greeting, and holler, “Hey!”

You couldn’t help but smile. His smile was infectious and his kind heart just oozed with peace, gentleness and comfort wherever he went.

That was just who Charles Curry Redmond, Jr, was. We all knew him as ‘Butch. We all loved him. He was Cochran’s ambassador of kindness. Butch’s personality was big and bold in spite of his challenges he faced physically.

On Easter, Sunday, April 12, 2020, Butch gave his final wave as he passed away at the age of 64. The son of the late Charles and Wylene Stokes Redmond, Butch was a 1975 graduate of Cochran High School, and enjoyed going to church at the Cochran First United Methodist Church. When his mom passed away, good friends and neighbors, Joe and Kathryn Fisher, became his caregivers.

Immediately as news spread of Butch’s passing, a plethora of well-wishes and memories were shared online on the Fisher Funeral Home website and throughout Facebook.

“I enjoyed talking to him.”

“He was always asking about mom and dad.”

Butch was such a sweet, kind, pure soul. He was a friend to everyone and will be missed.”

Butch was a cornerstone of Cochran for so many years. Cochran won’t be the same without him.”

Butch had a pure heart. He lived across the street from my grandparents. I always enjoyed seeing him outside and talking to him when I was there visiting.”

And the list of stories will continue as most of us have a Butch Redmond story to share.

When I was in my mid-20s, Butch and I had many conversations when he would come visit my office at The Cochran Journal. The bell would ring, and I would hear him say, “You here?” Everyone knew he was looking for me, so they would point and holler, “Becky, Butch is here.”

I would stick my head around the corner and wave, “Here I am, Mr. Butch.”

He’d come sit for a few minutes or walk around the paste-up room and ask some questions, then he would pat me on the back, and say “Tell your mom and dad that their buddy said hey.”


And Butch would walk out the door headed for his next stop before heading home.

Others have similar stories.

Butch Redmond was one of a kind for sure!

(c)RLHWRITES2020
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Author: rlhwrites

Curator of prose and such.

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