Sweet daddy grace james brown

Many of the images of Brown around Augusta seem designed to modify the statue’s presentation of him. On on the boarded-up storefront of Fuji Wigs, a stylized representation of his famous hairdo.

On each side of a traffic light switch box on the corner of Broad and the Boulevard named for him, a different black and white image of Brown, each strikingly different from one another as they are from the statue. On the one facing Broad, James is smiling, looking up, a cross around his neck.

He is not wearing a wedding ring. He looks here less like the Godfather of Soul than its High Priest, as is meet and right.

As statues go, Oglethorpe got the better hand, in the end.

A young James Brown heads to church on a Sunday where he discovers the contagious energy of Soul.

After moving to Augusta, Ga., when Brown was around the age of 5, his family attended Daddy Grace's House of Prayer.

He was called “Daddy” Grace, and he was like a god on earth.

The bishop, Charles Manuel “Sweet Daddy” Grace, often wore a cape that James Brown was drawn to.

And I don't know what else James Brown took from Sweet Daddy Grace, but he walked out of the House of Prayer one Sunday in with a taste.

He’s the more stylish one. In bronze anyway.

But neither statue in Augusta has the footprint or airspace that a third one does.

On St. Patrick’s Day on Broad Street, the crowd is mixed — African-American, white, Asian, Hispanic — but everyone is wearing green.

A fountain in the middle of Broad Street