Sunday, August 31, 2014

Can I Target Practice On Your Green Man?

Can I Target Practice On Your ... Green Man?
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



 


I have a wooden green man nailed up at the shed where we park our cars. I love that ... green man.

He can bend his arms, knees, ankles ... well, I would have to bend them for him.

He can sit in a chair ... one could sit a flower pot, or ... yourself in his lap.

That's all I can think of that he 'can do'. Oh, he's just 'hanging around', now. I saw my green man some years ago ... at a yard sale.

Yesterday, our friend walked over, sat down at the picnic table. He caught sight of my green man.

What in the world is that, Gloria? That's my green man! What is your green man for? I told him. He didn't say anything, until ... today.

He called Skip. "Hey, Skip, ask Gloria if I can come over, target practice on her green man?"

 

Photo Credit/Story is owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka &grannygee

This is a true story ... every man that sees my green man ... wants to target practice with it! No!

Friday, August 29, 2014

Sleep ... To Visit The AfterLife

Sleep ... To Visit The Afterlife
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Tommy, and his beautiful little son, Taban ... a very special child in my Heart ........



Walking down the dark road, I saw headlights coming toward me. Run! Run! I began to run until I came to a place that bushes weren't covering the rail fence. I climbed over it quickly.


I saw my friend, Ms Nancy, who had somehow separated from me. She held her hand out to reach for mine. I grabbed it. Come! She pulled me behind her ... we ran fast. Danger! Danger!


We ran to a forest. She must have known the way, because soon ... we were safe, it was okay to get my breath. Somebody wants to kill me. Why?
In this dream, I was constantly running away from danger. I never knew 'who, where' the danger was coming from.


Suppose I was living in the afterlife in my dream ... that wouldn't be good. I don't the afterlife would be bad ... maybe I went to Hell in that dream ... mmm-mmmm.


I dream in color. I can't imagine dreaming in black and white, or in gray. I hear people say that's all they dream in. Boring ...


I love colors ... I follow colors ... sometimes, they can get me ... in trouble. Well ... not real trouble. :) But, I may forget where I am, follow without looking where I'm going. I could wander off ... leave everyone behind. :)

Sometimes, when I dream I see Tommy. Tommy, my son who died May 29, 2010 on the shore at Myrtle Beach, SC. He'd been running, playing for the first ... last time with his little three year old son at the beach. He'd been looking forward to doing ... just that.


I remember his face telling me he was going to play with Taban at the beach. I remember his eyes telling me. I remember looking at him while he spoke. He had a glow about him ... the sunshine glow that happened each, every time he smiled.


He had the biggest smile on his face. Going to the beach to play for the first time ever with his little son ... was very important to him. That moment forever ... stayed one of my last memories of my son.
This was the evening before ... he collapsed while playing with Taban.


Thank-God, he did what he was truly wanting to do ... Taban can grow up knowing how special he was to his father. Also, at Tommy's last moments ... he was sending me some photos of Taban just before ... the phone fell out of his hand.


The thought came to me that suppose when we slept, we lived in another dimension ... the afterlife? I don't think we do because of all the crazy dreams we have at times.


Suppose ... the 'bad' dreams meant we visited ... Hell? The 'good' dreams ... meant we went to ... Heaven?


Wouldn't it be nice to have both options ... to sleep to visit our loved ones. Wake up to be in this world ... and when our bodies finally gave out on us ... we could choose to sleep forever, be home in the afterlife with our loved ones.


Oh, if one were tough enough ... choose to go to Hell, to visit someone? Mmmm-mmmm .....

Thursday, August 28, 2014

I Have Stopped Drinking Diet Soda As Of ... Twenty Minutes Ago!

I Have Stopped Drinking Diet Sodas As Of ... Twenty Minutes Ago!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

                                            Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ...

 


This morning, I was sitting here, watching The Doctors. Something I saw on there ... finally convinced me to make a decision. I can let go, easily ...now.

No, I won't do it again, unless ... it's the only thing around. Then, I will decide how long it'll be to get to something else. If it will be a long time, I will do it.

What is 'it', do you ask? Well ... drink diet soda! Oh, my! How many times, have I heard over, and over ... what diet soda can do to one? How many times ... does it take to finally ... hear?

I guess it takes a certain voice, a visual image, a fact you never heard before ... this morning, one fact stood out to me. That was diet soda could help to bring on a cardiac event.

I don't need that. I have a heart condition that I was left with ... after my chemotherapy sessions some years ago. The drug, adriamycin ... was the culprit. How can I say 'culprit', when it was one of the drugs that helped to save my life?

I went into congestive heart failure, almost died. I didn't know I was in the world ... until I came back, smiling at the doctor I was looking up at. I remember that night ... I smiled all night long ... I was so happy to be alive!

So, I don't need a ... cardiac event. I know what that's like. It 'can take you away from here'.

I don't need teeth to turn yellow, look like teeth on someone who does a drug called crack. I didn't realize that!

I am aging okay 'now' ... that I've learned to cope with my son's death. I don't need ... the extra aging diet sodas cause over time. I'm doing 'good enough' ... on my own!

I don't need the extra weight that drinking diet sodas cause over time. So, I will work on that, 'now'!

They used a make-up artist on The Doctors, to make up a young woman to show her how she could become in years later from drinking diet sodas. Oh, my God!

So ... I'm not trying to tell you what to do (because I love diet sodas, also!) ... I am telling you what I'm going to do! I have stopped drinking diet sodas ... as of twenty minutes ago!

 


Photo/Story Credit is owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Note by this author:

I stopped drinking diet soda for a time in the past .... well, I began drinking it again. I think I was addicted to it! It 'pulled' me back to drinking it. It really is 'too good'....

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

It Takes A Stranger To ... Bring Tommy Back

It Takes A Stranger To ... Bring Tommy Back
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee








I sit waiting, as I do ... I people watch
I've always done such ... now, I watch for someone special


Strangers laughing, talking ... going their way
To where, I do not know


I watch with a soft smile on my lips
I love to see life moving along in harmony


Oh! I see what I've been waiting to see!
I raise up off my seat to be sure not to miss a thing


The sunshine turns into a spotlight, the world becomes a stage
I watch the main character walk into view


I catch my breath in my throat ... it's him!
Hair of gold ... smile as bright as the sunshine


Walking tall, good posture ... like a gentle giant
He never notices me, nor senses my reaction


I'm standing, don't remember when I stood
Warm tears flow down my cheeks ...


I smile, relax ... sit back down
I'm so happy to see the stranger, whose name I don't know


Who played the part of my son, Tommy
The main character, brought him alive to me ... for a few moments


I sit, think ... I wonder who, when ... someone will do this again
Play the part of my son ... bring back alive so, I can 'see him'


See him come alive if just for a few moments
Walk, talk, smile ... laugh


How do I not know ... it isn't really Tommy
Come back for a moment or two ... to ease my grieving Heart?


To make his mother smile through her tears
A stranger ... making Tommy come alive for a moment, or two


I can't watch my grandson grow up, who looks like his father
I have to watch a stranger who stars in a ... Tommy show


It takes a stranger to bring Tommy back, so ... I can see someone look like him
When I should be seeing his son grow up ... like his father did


I should be watching my grandson through the years ahead
Seeing 'how like' ... Tommy, he is


Seeing if he grows as tall as Tommy, combs his hair like Tommy
If he walks, sits in perfect posture as his father did


Hear his soft voice, laugh ... watch his mannerisms
I should see my son through my grandson ... it takes a stranger to bring Tommy back



Photo/Story Credit belongs, owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates. Photo is of Tommy, my son, holding his only son, Taban.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

I Had Lost My ... Self

I Had Lost My ... Self
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



I found 'myself' for a moment here ... in the mirror.  See my happy smile!  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



 

Well ... I'm a middle-aged woman. It came sooner than I knew. Of course, there have been at least six to ten years in my life of life-threatening illness, and the loss of my son ... that numbed me to life.

So, I don't count those years in my age. That's right ... it's not fair to add those years to my age ... I don't remember living them. Isn't it amazing to be ... so, in another world, you can't remember life?

That means things in life were so ... bad. Fighting a battle to live from disease, illness... fighting a battle to live when one of your most loved ones ... dies ... your very own child.

There's no way you can imagine such, if you ... yourself, have never experienced it. You might say you do, because 'so and so' in my family is sick, or going through such. There's no way you know ... unless 'it's you' ... who go through it all.

Can you imagine 'waking up one day' ... to 'look for yourself'? This would sound strange to you if you've ... never done it. Imagine being in a coma ... you know nothing for months, years ... you wake up to life ... and you begin living it ... becoming aware of life again.

You become interested in being a person again ... you look in the mirror ... you don't 'know the person in the mirror'. You begin to 'look for yourself' in the mirror each time you go to it.

Once in a while, you might 'see a hint of the self ... you remember'. Oh, what a wonderful feeling that is! 'There's you'!

I've done this twice in my entire life. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced. I would run, grab my smartphone ... take a photo of 'me'! The sad thing is ... sometimes, 'me' disappeared before I could get the photo.

Then, I would see a person in the mirror ... I didn't recognize. I had lost 'my ... self'.

One Doesn't Have To Do Anything ... In Darkness

One Doesn't Have To Do Anything ... In Darkness
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee





Darkness ... soft darkness. Mama! Mama, please tuck the blanket around my ears like you did when I was a little girl.

Yes, I ate something. Hearing Skip's voice asking me had I eaten while he was at work. I didn't know if I had or not ... I didn't know anything... it didn't matter. Yes, was my answer.

So cold, I need more blankets. Turn the air-conditioner off. I shivered under my thick layer of blankets in ... 100 degree heat.

Itching ... in the soft darkness, I constantly itched. I'm not sure if I scratched or not. I wasn't aware ... these were symptons of ... cancer ... non-Hodgkins lymphoma.

I got up out of the darkness, to shower. Time to go to get chemotherapy. I was dressing ... having a hard time doing so. Very weak, could hardly stand. I was still ... independent ... I'd do it myself. It was my will ... to fight.

Skip walked into bedroom. His expression changed ... I'd never seen such shock on his face as I did that day. It reached me in the state I was in.

I looked at him, asked what was wrong. I knew it had to do with me. I had lost so much weight in a short time (another symptom of cancer) ... of course, I didn't know it, I was too sick. I wore loose-fitting gowns, so ... he hadn't noticed.

In just weeks, I had lost probably fifty pounds, and I was ... thin. I had wanted to lose weight 'before' ... at this time, I didn't think about it. Weight ... what is weight? It's unimportant ...

I am alone in the house ... I wanted to get up, go outside in the sunshine. Holding on to the wall, door ... managed to get to back door.

Hard to open the door, my hands are like ... rubber ... from the chemotherapy drugs. I don't consciously think of this at that time. I wanted to go outside ...

Standing on the back porch ... the sunshine blinded me. My eyes are blurred ... tears fill them. I can't see well through the medicinal fog I was in. I saw my hoe near the porch ... I loved to plant flowers.

I wanted to hold the hoe in my hands. I made my way to the edge of the porch, my hands reach out to get the hoe. Oh my ... oh! The hoe felt awful in my hands! It felt ... alien. I couldn't bear to hold the handle ... it ... hurt. I let go of it.

My hands had become weaken, so 'unused' to holding things. I couldn't hold any weight. Things felt ... rough to my very smooth hands. They weren't used to doing anything ... one doesn't have to do anything ... in darkness.

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Photo/Story Credit: are owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

All I wrote here, is true. I was trying to give you an idea of being near death ... not conscious of it ... the darkness ... awareness of things once taken for granted ... the strangeness, later (the hoe).

I shared just a few conscious moments in time when I was very sick, fighting my battle to live from cancer. My battle lasted over three years. I thought it was the worse thing I'd ever had to live through in my life ... until ... my son, Tommy, died.

I know what it's like to live in darkness ... there's nothing to do there ... but, 'be'.  By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
 

Sometimes ... Pretty Can Be Dangerous!

 




Sometimes ... Pretty Can Be Dangerous!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




 

Don't pee in the pool ... if you are an adult. Don't turn the pool into a ... bathroom.

Public pools can be dangerous. Don't go in if you have diarhhea; don't change diapers near the pool. Bacteria ... is all over the place at public swimming pools! Ecoli bacteria ...

Chlorine doesn't always take care of bacteria ... just because it smells strong, doesn't mean it's ... killing everything.

Have you ever seen the water turn ... yellow, around someone? Or see ... a t___ floating in the water? Oh, my God ... I haven't, but... I've seen 'people t___s' in the water. Obnoxious people ...

Pools are overcrowded, and if each person peed in the water ... and they really do ... you are swimming in ... p___! A cesspool that ... looks pretty! It's the truth ... maybe a little harsh ... but, true ... nevertheless.

Some pool water has a chemical in that turns blue ... if someone pees in the water. Mmmmm-mmm ... all blue water ...

It's like getting into a hot tub ... people sit there drinking, do all kinds of things in the water. It looks bubbly, pretty ... inviting. Sometimes ... pretty can be dangerous. :)

 
Photo/Story Credit... are owned by me... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

One could go on, and on about the dangers in a swimming pool. We all have a mind ... all we have to do is think about what we, as humans ... can put in the pool. These days ... there can be more in the pool water, around the pool ... than just 'pretty'...


 

 

 
 
 

 
 

Monday, August 25, 2014

His Ears Were Backwards!

His Ears Were Backwards!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee






 

 
Years ago, we used to have Doberman Pinchers. We had a beautiful puppy named Chadwick. He was a blue, and tan doberman pincher.

We took him to our vet who was an elderly man. He was also, a senator. We thought the world of him. We took our little blue doberman pincher to him ... to do his ears.

The day came, we took Chadwick to get the procedure done. That evening we came back to get him. Little Chadwick's ears were taped up in white tape. We took him home to heal.

Over time, we begin to notice something. Chadwick's ears were done ... backwards! No one else seemed to notice, but ... us.

He was beautiful ... and his 'backwards' ears never bothered us. We never mentioned it to the vet; nor did he ... to us!

A Skin Infection Can Cost You ... Your Life!

A Skin Infection Can Cost You ... Your Life!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/Granny Gee






Skip's arm ... I didn't take photo of the tiny wound on the inside of his elbow ... it was closed, 'healed' up.  Photos owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

A little cut hurts, bleeds a little. You don't take time to wash it with soap, water ... put something on it.

An old wire fence needs to be moved ... you reach for it, pull it ... a piece of old, rusty wire sticks into your skin. It hurts, it bleeds a little ... you forget about it.

It's just another break in the skin ... right? You don't remember what you've always been told ... if you get a cut on your skin, wash it good with soap, water. It's just ... too much trouble!

Your skin begins to redden around the tiny wound ... you see it, but ... you don't become concerned. It might be a little ... infected. You run to put alcohol on it, then ... maybe antibiotic. It'll get well.

The third day, the redness has spread, widening out all the way around the wound. It feels hot ... mmm-mmm ...... you feel a little more concern.

You go on to forget it once again. You notice some swelling ... the wound is on the inside of your ... elbow. You know how it is ... you don't have time to think about it. It'll get well ... in time.

You just don't know ... that your life is in ... danger. Yes, for-real ... in mortal danger. You could very well die ... you are waiting too long to get medical attention.

The fourth day ... the swelling in your arm is three times bigger .. the redness has become 'huge' ... your arm is ... huge! Your skin has a fever ... you have a fever. You are becoming confused, feel very sick ... want to throw up.

Four days is too long to wait to get medical attention ... that's what happened to Skip, my husband.

Skip suffered all day at work, driving, shifting gears on a big truck. That evening, he came home ... I took one look at his arm, told him to let's go, he was going to the Emergency Room. No one could believe he worked the whole day with his arm ... like that!

Minute by minute, Skip was becoming sicker ... by the time he was taken to a bed in the ER, he was confused. The doctor ordered blood drawn ... then, began antibiotics by IV. He was given injections.

Skip's fever was very high ... not only that, his blood pressure had shot through the roof!

The doctor told Skip that he almost waited too long ... he could have let it go too far ... sepsis ... he could have ... died. One thing that was 'good' ... there was nothing to 'cut' ... to drain out infection.

Not only that ... if he didn't die, he could lose his arm. Skip stayed in the hospital five days on IVs with antibiotics.

He was given injections in his stomach to keep blood clots from forming. For two days, Skip didn't know what was going on ... excepting his arm hurt very bad. His fever raged, his blood pressure soared.

Thankfully, Skip recovered. When he came home, he was still very weak, not feeling well. It took another week to begin to feel better. He took oral antibiotics for a week ... at home.

All of this happened because the wound wasn't washed out good. The nurse said to even 'squeeze' a wound just a little ... to let it bleed, to be safe.

It was 'too much trouble' to go wash the injured area out. It wasn't a 'big' ... thing. You could hardly see where the wire stuck. You get little cuts, nicks like that 'all your life'. Nothing ever ... happened.

We never know how we 'flirt with death, every time we get a little nick, cut. We 'open' ourselves up to infections ... fatal infections. Who would have thought? You don't think ... until ... it's you.

Our lives are very fragile ... sometimes, we don't realize that until ... it's almost too late ... or ... too late.

Just remember from Skip's experience ... he is lucky to be here. A skin infection can cost you ... your life.




Photo Credit is mine.  Photos are of Skip's arm, story is written by me.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Victoria Learns To Walk Where The Devil Wouldn't ... Tread

Victoria Learns To Walk Where The Devil Wouldn't ... Tread
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Victoria's world came crashing down around her at the age of nine.  Before ... she lived like a little princess.  She wore expensive dresses trimmed in the finest laces.  Her shoes were of leather, with ruffled socks.  She was the prettiest little girl around.  She could sit on her hair.


Big bugs were crawling on the cabinet.  Victoria wanted to get a glass to get water from the dirty kitchen sink.  Her grandma was paralyzed ... she couldn't get the glass for her.  Victoria's grandfather was blind ... he was outside, hanging out the wash.


Victoria's little face looked as if she were going to cry.  Her little forehead was wrinkled up, eyes full of fear.  She reached out gingerly to pull the knob on the glass door on the old, white cabinet.


Screaming for her life, Victoria began dancing around!  She was hitting her chest, shaking her dress.  A big roach had fell into the neckline of her dress.  Victoria went to pieces. 


Victoria, come here!  Her grandma was calling her.  Victoria ran into her grandma's sitting room.   Help me, grandma!  Her grandma's good hand began feeling Victoria's dress for the big bug.


It's okay now, it's okay.  Victoria began to calm down.  She'd never seen bugs inside the house.  Grandma's kitchen was full of them.  She shivered, thinking about them.


Victoria had to go to the bathroom.  That meant traveling through the bug-ridden kitchen, opening the back door to go out on the back porch!  Victoria was afraid of everything here in this new world.  She had heard something moving on the back porch the last time she went to the bathroom.


Victoria walked quietly into the kitchen.  Her eyes were darting here, there for ... danger.  She walked to the door... hated to put her hand on the dirty door knob.  It was smeared with grease from this morning's cooking.  George couldn't see that he had grease on his hands, when he cooked grandma's breakfast. 


Anyone looking at the pretty, little girl ... would have felt so sorry for her.  At every corner she turned in this new world ... she felt fear.  She didn't know how to react to the ugliness, the filth of her new world.  She wasn't old enough to realize that her grandma, grandpa did the very best they could.  She could only see, hear what affected this new life of hers.


Little Victoria's mother, step-father had separated.  Her mother had dumped her off at her parents' house.  She never told Victoria anything to prepare her for the horrors that awaited her. 


Little Victoria had gone to Hell without knowing it.  She would begin to fight to survive ... first though, she had to learn to toughen up without knowing ... what was happening.


The house she was living in, sat over the portal of Hell.  Her grandma, and grandfather tried to keep the demons away.  It didn't work all the time ... because hell would break out from time to time.


Victoria's grandfather tried to keep the house clean.  He was blind.  Imagine closing your eyes for a day, not being able to see.  Imagine cooking, feeling the hot pans, the stove eyes they cooked on.


Imagine, taking a dishcloth to wash the stove off after cooking.  Wash off the dining table ... the white kitchen sink.  Through time, filth gathered on everything. 


Everyday ... new streaks were added from the dish cloth.  Her grandfather couldn't see how he washed the dirty surfaces ... only to further make them worse.


The bathroom on the back porch was worse.  Little Victoria had never seen such in her life.  She had a hard time adjusting.  It seemed she was cringing always, trying to not touch this, not touch that. 


Victoria learned to cry ... a lot.  She was too young to know how to make things better ... she had always known a clean home, a lady who came in to care for her, cook meals, iron while her mother, step-father went to work.


She began to learn there was more than filth, bugs, big rats here in her new home.  Frequent fights broke out ... all in the middle of her grandmother's sitting room, where she had to sit in her chair.  Her grandma sat many hours in her chair ... whatever happened in front of her ... she had to put up with. 


She couldn't stop the bad things that happened ... she had to watch.
Victoria was mistreated by her six cousins who lived close by.  They laughed at her, made fun of her.  It seemed no one loved her.  She was always in the way. 


Little by little, Victoria began to learn she had to fight battles if she was going to live in this world.  It didn't matter she didn't want to fight ... hurt anyone.  She had to toughen up.


Victoria began to realize she had some strange powers.  She was too young to use, or understand them.  She seemed to get things done, if she ... set her mind to them.  She could win a fight ... if she wanted to hurt someone ... or worse. 


If one looked at Victoria when she was angry ... they would instinctively know ... she was the wrong person to mess with even as a child. 


One would see little Victoria begin smiling the softest, sweetest smile with her little full lips.  If they happened to look into her very green eyes ... they would feel the chill from ... the ice in her eyes.  A smart person would walk in the opposite direction ... a smart person would.


Victoria went to Hell at the age of nine ... she learned the ways of the Devil at an early age.  She grew up to be the best person in the world ... when needed ... the worse person in the world.  Victoria would walk where the Devil wouldn't tread ...


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Photos/Story is of me, written by me ... owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


This short story is about Victoria as a young child, based partly on true life when I was a child.  I know Victoria ... very well.  Victoria Fairchild is my main character.


I am writing the second book, 'The Saga Of Victoria Fairchild', now.  The first book I published is, 'When She's Good ... She's Good' ... it's a short story introducing Victoria Fairchild.