Winston Shaw, Sr.

Winston McKinley Shaw Sr. was born April 13, 1942, to the union of Henry Lee Shaw and Alma Simmons Shaw in Carroll County, MS. He was the third oldest out of that union. 

After his father’s untimely death, his mother moved the family to Clarksdale, MS to be closer to her parents. Christian principles were installed by his mother and grandparents at an early age. Winston soon joined the Mckinley Street Church of Christ and faithfully attended. Winston attended Lyons Elementary School, Myrtle Hall Middle School and Higgins High School, his freshman and sophomore year. He then transferred to Nashville Christian Institute (N.C.I). He worked at the local Bi-Rite Store, while he attended classes and learned a trade of Butchery. 

Shortly after graduating N.C.I. in 1962, Winston would go on to become a Butcher at Farmers Market A Division of Kroger to provide for his family for years to come. During his employment at Farmers Market is where he would get the nickname (Shawbaby). After an esteemed 42 year career at Kroger, Winston retired, leaving behind a legacy of dedication, professionalism, and friendship that will be remembered by many. 

In his spare time, he enjoyed cooking, hosting family and friend gatherings, traveling, gardening and socializing. 

He was preceded in death by his wife, Arminnie Collins Shaw of 42 years, parents Henry Lee Shaw and Alma Simmons Shaw, sister Barbara Taylor, brothers Henry Clark Shaw Sr. and Attaway Simmons, his daughter Yolanda Stafford, his son Xavier Shaw Sr, granddaughter Danielle Shaw, and Maggie Scruggs Shaw (ex-wife) of 17 years. 

Winston leaves behind a legacy of love through his children: Peter (Stephanie) Wiggins, Winston (Annie Margaret) Shaw Jr., Joyce (C’Archie Sr.) Robertson, Corey Shaw, Antonio E. Cox, James E. (Debra) Cox Jr., Cassandra (Frank) Adams, Sabrina Mackie. His siblings: Fready (Alfreda) Simmons Sr., Charles (Debra) Simmons Sr., Deloris (Ronald) Thigpen, Elizabeth Mitchell. A slew of grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. 

 Last but not least, as he’d always say when asked, how are you, Winston? He’d say: 

“Oh, I FEEL LIKE A MILLION DOLLA”