Charles was a very special person to me. While he was in high school, and I was a preschooler, he worked after school in the office of my dad's plumbing business. He would entertain me with great adventure stories, which I later found out he borrowed from Hemingway, Steinbeck, and Faulkner and would frighten me with his stories of Rawhead and Bloodybones. Charles taught me to print the alphabet and read simple words long before I started school. When I was in elementary school, he encouraged me to read good literature and to listen to his record collection, which ranged from Bob Wills to Richard Wagner. I know that we will always have great memories of Charles.
My prayers go out to all of the family. He was my wonderful Uncle Charles that always took the time to play games with me and I treasure all those memories. The time he spent living with my mom and dad in Florida was so great. He got his love of flying from my dad and he made that a part of his beautiful life. In my eyes he could do anything.
I have only a few scraps of childhood memories of Charles, my uncle? He was only three and a half years older than me...and NEVER let me play with his Charlie McCarthy doll! We touched bases a few times as adults, at family reunions, and other short visits. Nevertheless, as adults we were able to become good friends. I shall always cherish those times and memories. He loved and thoroughly enjoyed his family. He was, and always will be a talented, kind, fun, and fine man. Til we meet again, Charles. Mary Evelyn, Boise Idaho
We were always so proud of our Uncle Charles. Even when we were very young children we thought he was the most brilliant kid we would ever know. I say kid because he is only eight years older than me and three years older than my oldest sister Billie Ann. We and some of my other cousins have always said, “Charles was more like a cousin to us than an uncle”.
He would sometimes join in the games we enjoyed playing with our cousins at the Chandler home on Tennessee St. in McKinney, Texas. Not long ago he told me he still remembered some of those times and even some of the details of our ‘rough and tumble' play with him. I was amazed as he recounted such details as; the sounds of each kids laughter; the smells of our sweaty little bodies as we rolled on the ground and scuffled in the humid Texas heat; the occasional crying; the unexpected bite or spittle which by the way, always came from the same cousin that I know and love today but in her defense, will not name here.
I could tell by the way he told his stories over the last few years that our Uncle Charles considered some of his most precious possessions to be his memories of the events of his family life, all the way from the early years right up to the most recent of times. The fact that he invested such a significant amount of his energy and time to write and publish his book on the Chandler Family History, that we all greatly appreciated and still cherish, is certainly a testament of that. However, no matter how important I think his memories were to him, I know they could hold no higher than second place to his love for his immediate family with the love of his grandchildren most likely being on the top step.
Of course we, his Duncan nieces and nephew, considered him to be a great academic achiever of the family and admired him immensely for earning his doctorate while amassing an enormous storehouse of knowledge which he was always willing to share and discuss with us at any time. For much of our adult lives we all have been respectful and extremely proud to call him Dr. Charles R. Chandler, a professor at Texas Tech University.
Eddie & Karen Duncan, Placentia, California
Billie Ann Huskey, Caldwell, Idaho
Mary Evelyn Reed, Boise, Idaho sends our deepest sympathy to the family.
I have many fond memories of Charles. He was more like a cousin than an uncle. When he was attending North Texas State and I was in high school, he lived with us in Dallas. My mother was his sister, Maurine. Charles and I shared a bedroom upstairs in the house and spent many nights lying in our beds discussing life, the universe, and everything. These talks and the books he gave me to read influenced me to become a sociologist.
Stella and I send our condolences to all his family. He will be missed.