Saturday, September 20, 2014

See What Thinking About Something ... Gets You!!!?

See What Thinking About Something ... Gets You!!!?
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka #Granny Gee


Photo is of me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka #Granny Gee.  It is also, owned by me................


 

We stopped at a local grocery store today to pick up several things. We opened the glass door, waited to enter.

There are always so many people at this store ... people have to be patient with each other. Sometimes, one's patience wears thin. In the area we live in ... everyone knows the store I'm speaking of ... I don't even have to mention the name.

It's really nice to have a store like this, close by. A lot of people eat meats, because their meats are cheaper. Not only that, they are cut up each day, fresh.

Well, we finally got into the store, turned to the right to get a shopping cart. I went to put my hands on the handle ... I tell you right now ... I almost lost it!

I felt cold chills go down my spine, and I began going to pieces inside ... it almost made me ... create a scene. Now, I'm not ... going to create a scene if at all possible. If I do create a scene ... you know it was ... a 'have-to'.

I was having a heeby-geeby fit right in front of everyone ... but, no one saw a thing. I felt faint!

There was a darn ... praying mantis on the handle of that darn shopping cart! I almost put my hand on it! Oh, my God! I closed my eyes, and felt my body shake all over!!! I held my hands to my chest!

A Spanish man, and woman was standing behind us ... they did know something had just happened. The Spanish woman picked the praying mantis up ... took it outside. I admired that! They were very nice people ... we spoke to them several times as we waited to walk through the store.

The thought went through my mind ... that I had just wrote a story about the praying mantis in the butterbean vines! See what thinking about something ... gets you!?

Remember? I also, wrote about thinking about something ... and it appearing? Mmmmmm-mmmmm!!!

 

Photo/story credit is owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka &grannygee

Friday, September 19, 2014

Greed ... Jealousy ... Spite ... Justice?

Greed ... Jealousy ... Spite ... Justice?
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka &grannygee


Photo of myself as a younger woman ... 'then' ... I had become as beautiful as my mother.  It was the first time I learned to love myself, happy to be 'me'!  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee





 

A little nine year old girl wades out into the ocean. She could hear her step-mother call her two ... sisters back. Don't go out too far, you hear?

She was the oldest; her middle sister was eight, and the youngest sister was seven.

No one ever called her to come back. Strange, this older woman today ... remembers that little nine year old girl at that ... particular time. This was a moment frozen in time ... in her mind.

It stands out to me because I can see it vividly in my mind ... the sunshine was very bright. I can see this little girl wading farther, and farther out into the water. I'll never forget turning to look back, and feeling the most alone in the water I'd ever felt.

I never thought about a shark ... I'd never heard the word shark at that time ... I didn't know 'something could get me' in that water.

I did hear shark! later, though. I heard my sister scream there was shark under the boardwalk! It was only a drunk vagrant squinting up at everyone to see what the commotion was about!

Everyone was on the sand ... no one had come out as far as I had. They seemed so far away. I remember looking at the people on the sand ... I couldn't see their faces, but ... I knew where my 'family' was. I saw two little girls standing there.

I tilted my head down on my right shoulder, looking at them. Why ... didn't they tell me to come back? They must not have worried about me, I was the oldest.

I never forgot this moment in time ... I must have instinctly known something was wrong, 'then'. Because 'now', I know what they hoped. It took all these years, and events to convince me. I've always 'connected dots' ... if I'm patient, I do a good job.

I made it back to shore, turned around to look at how far I had waded to. It was ... so far away.

No one said a word to me. Maybe ... they were glad I made it back, and didn't ... want to make a big deal out of it.

A nine year old little girl just met her father for the first time. She was sent to live with him ... he had a wife, two children. She cried hysterically for her mama ... she heard her stepmother tell everyone not to mention her mama's name near her.

This was the prelude to Hell ... to prepare her for the ... real Hell, she was sent to live in, after she left her father's home. The strange thing in that Hell ... she was loved at the same time everyone wanted her out of the way. If she was beaten, she was still ... loved. If she was hated ... she was still loved.

The little girl was too naive to wonder why ... the stepmother was so strict with her ... she was always fussed at. 'Gloria Faye'! 'Gloria Faye'! It was always 'Gloria Faye'!

She won ... in the end. She paid me back for being my father's first child; and being his first wife's child. She did the unforgiveable ... just before she died. I forgave her, and ... the others.

She did what she did at the time I, myself had almost died. I had had surgery ... diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma (cancer). She did 'what she did' in the three years I fought for my life.

The irony of it ... she died with cancer not long after she 'did what she did'. Justice?

I connected the dots, asked the right questions ... yes, she did a terrible thing. Greed ... jealousy, spite ...to hurt a person who only happened to be the child of someone she dearly hated. She paid me back for being my mother's daughter. She hated me for being my father's first child.

I hear her hateful voice in my mind, sometimes, yelling ... "Gloria Faye"!

Greed, jealousy, spite ... justice?

 

Photo/ true story by, owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka #Granny Gee

That's What We Get ... For Skipping Church!

That's What We Get ... For Skipping Church!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Photo Credit is mine, owned by me.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka &granny gee .  Photo is of me!



 

I was trembling inside with excitement! For the time-being, I was free as a bird! Not only that, I was with a group of wild girls. We all were thirteen, fourteen. We might meet a boy!

We were all walking toward the ocean, where an old fort was at. I couldn't wait to see a ... real fort! I was fascinated ... I wanted to see!

Everyone was giggling, laughing. We bumped into each other playfully, grinning all the while. Someone said we might just meet a handsome boy on the way! A handsome boy! My, that would top our evening!

We were at summer camp in Fort Caswell, North Carolina. I'll never forget how excited I was to get to go. Why? I never could go anywhere other kids went ... I missed out on all the wonderful kids' movies, events ... I always listened to the girls talking in the background ... wishing ... I could have went.

I remember being in the Brownies for a short time ... oh, how I loved it. When my my mother left me in Hell ... I never remembered going back. It seemed everything I loved, meant something to me 'got gone'. Looking back to then ... that's exactly what happened.

A little girl who was growing up to be somebody ... became nobody when she was left in Hell ... what a way to go.

No one had money to give me to do anything other kids did. I began to think how 'things were possible for others ... not possible for me ... I had become a ... nobody'. The other girls got Barbie Dolls; how I always wished for one ... but, I never told anyone.

I knew there wasn't any money to buy me one. I don't recall asking for a lot as a child ... I just 'knew' ... the good things weren't for someone like me. The rich kids got them ... they were better than me.

Who, what, when ... where ... I don't know how I got to possibly go to summer camp! It was wonderful ... just pure ... wonderful. I was the happiest young girl in the world. I was at the ocean! I was away from Hell ... all I heard was laughing, happiness all around me!

We didn't notice it was beginning to be late evening. We arrived at the old fort ... I could see huge, flat ... round steps leading to a big, rounded doorway ... it didn't have a door.

Now, I was a chubby, young girl, but ... I was used to fighting for survival, playing ball, climbing trees, running, walking. I didn't think about being chubby at that time ...

All of a sudden ... my eyes caught something white ... I quit laughing. Not only that ... a quietness came over all the girls at the same time! We all were facing that big, rounded door full of black ... darkness!

A white ghost appeared ... in his right hand, it held a long, pointed knife (all was white!) He was coming toward us ... we couldn't move, we were all frozen to the ground.

I remember holding my breath ... I felt weak! I couldn't believe my eyes. A ghost! He was coming to get us! Oh, my God! Run!

My foot wouldn't move ... I tried to take off. I felt like I would faint! All of a sudden, where my foot was frozen to the ground, it let go! I ran like hell ... it broke the spell over the other girls ... I could hear them behind me! We were like racing horses running to win a race!

We saw a big, wide ditch ahead ... I never thought I couldn't clear it! I sailed over that damn ditch like nobody's business ... I looked back quickly to see other girls jumping, landing in the ditch only to scramble to get out! I didn't slow down.

I beat them all to the church we were supposed to be at in the first place. I ran quietly into the bathroom. I put my hands over my mouth, I was laughing hysterically. Fear makes one act just damn crazy!

One by one, the girls came into the bathroom. They were laughing with their hands holding their mouth! Their hair, eyes looked wild. I never thought about myself.

We began asking each other what the other saw ... we all saw the very same thing!

It came to my mind, and I voiced it. "That's what we get for skipping church"!


Photo, and true story are mine; both are owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka #Granny Gee

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Things Have A Way Of Appearing , If You Think About Them!

Things Have A Way Of Appearing, If You Think About Them!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee




When we were little ... children played outside all the time ... every chance they got.  We played tag, marbles, in the sand ... ball.  We even threw clods of dirt at each other (that wasn't nice!).  We pitched dimes up to the line drawn in the sand (we were mean little kids ... I learned a lot when I was sent to Hell ).  Photos are of me before being sent to Hell ... a trusting little girl.  They are owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka #Granny Gee


 

Sitting there ... hidden from the world, a little girl sat. She was trying to make herself be quiet. She was afraid she was going to be found! She was breathing too hard! She ran to find the first place she knew she wouldn't be found at.

She was inside ... the butterbean vines. They draped over a cord to hang down on each side. They were full of butterbeans, and lush, green leaves. She loved hiding here. She didn't want to be found! She didn't want to be 'It' ...

She sat there listening to the squeals when the other children were being found ... when she froze.

Do you know how you look at something ... and all appears to be fine? But ... as you stare, things become clearer to you?

The little girl pulled the vine back to peek out, quickly pulled it back. There her cousin was! She held her breath ...

As her little head went back to get another deep breath ... she saw it! She almost fainted! Oh no! It was looking straight at her, and it was turning its head! It seemed to stare through her! It was the same color as the leaves!

The little girl froze, hoping it would just go away! It didn't, in fact ... it began rubbing its 'hands' together. The little girl knew he was warming up to get her! She was trying so, hard to be quiet ...

The damn thing jumped at her! It was long ... it was going to get her! She began having a hissy fit! She began screaming, breaking those vines from the cord that held them. She came out of the butterbeans like a banshee from hell!

She ran until she had to stop ... began shaking all over. Just the idea of that thing touching her!

From then, on ... she was afraid of praying mantis ... they looked too intelligent. Their 'arms' were too long! Even today ... she can't look directly at one ... nor touch a photo of one!

In fact, she doesn't let herself think of one ... because things have a way of ... appearing if you think about them! Same way with those damn ... kididdlehoppers!

 

Photo/Story Credit belongs to me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka &grannygee

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

You Don't Have To Look The Part ... To Cheat!

You Don't Have To Look The Part ... To Cheat!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Photo Credit:  is of me ... owned by me.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee





At one time in my life (no matter that I am a sissy!) ... I would have made a good mechanic. Yes, a mechanic. I am mechanically inclined. Sometimes ... I like to take something apart.

I had a computer some years ago ... it was still new. I take good care of my things. It quit working one day ... this was when I sat down ... took it apart. Of course, I didn't know what worked what.

I looked around at the shiny parts in it ... all were new, all was 'clean as a whistle'. I put it the cover back on ... and plugged it in. It worked!

I didn't know it, but ... the power cord needed replacing. Later, after I learned an expensive lesson ... not only an expensive lesson, but ... also ... what kind of computer person I took it to, was dishonest.

I took it to a local computer shop, asked the guy to find out what was wrong. He called me to say it was the ... mother board. He repaired my computer ... I took it home, opened the tower up to see what he did.

I sat there in shock. He had put a dusty box the power cord plugs into ... inside my computer. Not only that ... the box had a name printed on it with a Sharpie pen ... it had been marked through! I was angry.

I didn't want to call him while being 'burning-mad' ... I waited until I could talk nicely to him. I told him that he'd put someone else's parts in my computer ... I knew my parts!

His answer was ... "I must have gotten someone else's part mixed up with yours". I knew it wasn't so ... I 'knew' it.

He told me to come by, he'd give me a brand-new part. I did ... it was in a box that'd never been opened. I never went back to him ... I couldn't trust him at all, now.

The sad thing is ... both Skip and I thought a lot of him. He sure didn't look the type who'd cheat. Later, I found out ... we weren't the only ones.

You don't have to look the part ... to cheat!

 

Photo/Story Credit belongs to Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ( &grannygee)



 

Black Widow Spiders!

Black Widow Spiders!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Photo of Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka #Granny Gee ... Owned by me.  You don't want to be bitten by a Black Widow spider! 


 

Not long ago, when Skip was out on a big truck, he was in an area where one had to use the portable toliets provided to the workers. He didn't like to use them ... in this case, it was a 'had to'...

His experience should be a lesson to us all ... look around you if, when you have to go ... in a portable toliet!

He went inside, and as he took care of business, his eyes were drawn to the corner of the toliet. Lo, and behold ... there were spiders there! Not just any spider ....

There were young Black Widow spiders moving around. Skip said he got the heck out of Dodge!

He went to the supervisor there, told him about it. Someone could be bitten by a Black Widow spider. The supervisor placed yellow tape around the toliet to prevent someone going in there.

Have you ever been bitten by a Black Widow spider? I was bitten as a very young child ... the spider was beautiful with the red on it. Of course, I was attracted to the color ... innocent of what a Black Widow was.

I do remember my arm being on fire, and the Emergency Room. I've been deathly afraid of Black Widows, and any spider since. I can't even put my finger on one ... in a photo!

 

Photo/Story owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka &grannygee

This Was A Walmart Funny!

This Was A Walmart Funny!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Photo of me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... what's funny to you ... might not be funny to me.  Yes ... I realize what's funny to me ... may not be funny to you.  It's the way life is!  Regardless, I thought this was funny!




 

My husband, Skip, stopped by Walmart to pick up a couple of things. He went up to the cash register aisle to pay for all.

As he walked up, the cashier told him he sure looked bright today! Skip had on a neon green shirt (I love that color!). He made a funny comment to her, she laughed.

She picked up a pair of gloves, began putting them on her hands. Skip looked at her, said ... "What are you going to do!? I only came in here to purchase a couple of things"!

The cashier stopped for a moment, it dawned on her what Skip meant ... she began laughing.

Skip used to keep Tommy laughing with all his jokes. Skip is very quick on his feet to think of a 'come back' ... when there are jokes involved. I love his sense of humor. So, did my mother ... because she had to watch him to be sure if something was true, or not. Skip kept her on her toes!

I laughed a lot when Skip told me ... it's hard to make me get tickled at something ... but, when it's really funny ... I love it!

This was a 'Walmart' funny!


Photo/Story owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka #Granny Gee

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

I Came From A Hell Of A Family!

I Came From A Hell Of A Family!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Photo of me being silly ... you know ... life is life ... we are what we are ... no matter how one tries to pretend they are something else.  I am myself ... and that's the way it is.  I hope people will like me, if they don't ... I hope they will decide to.  I am a good person, regardless of where I come from.  Looking back, I can see the humor in the Hell I grew up in, also.  There was some good things ... sometimes.


 

When I'm dead, and gone ... you are going to wish you'd been good! Oh, Grandma, you're never going to be ... dead and gone, never!

My Grandma Alma would always say that, and say ... when I'm dead and gone, you are going to miss me. I just thought she was saying that ... you know how ... old people are! They are always talking like ... they know everything!

Even George thought he knew everything! You are going to wish you had listened to me, he'd say. Blah, blah, blah. As much as I loved my Grandma Alma, George ... I ... was the one who ... knew it all!

I wonder how in the world they ever stood all of us kids? They never complained. When I saw tears was when one of the mothers would come get us, take us away for God knows how long. Some grandchildren they never saw again ... for the rest of their life. I could see the pain in Grandma Alma's eyes.

It's a good thing Grandma Alma couldn't walk ... she had five daughters who gave her a time ... especially four of them. She would have done some ... serious ass-kicking. She was a force to be reckoned with in the shape she was in.

Grandma Alma was paralyzed, and she could throw a mean glass of water, though! Not only that ... she could lay a cussing on someone that make the flowers wilt. Not that she liked to ... but, what else could a paralyzed woman do in a world she couldn't control. I'd break ... some kind of bad, too! I'd crawl to whip me an ass! Low-crawl! (Tommy and Skip taught me that word, what it means! :)

Poor Grandma Alma, and George. What a pathetic life they had ... everyone else determined what their days were going to be like. If they wanted a peaceful day ... someone would come in to raise Hell ... the devil lived in that house. There was never no peace.

They were only two ... they were out-numbered by the many family members who came to 'stage a show' in the center of their sitting room. More blood was on that old, wooden floor than anyone could shake a stick at!

Hair was pulled, teeth gnashed, and the God-awful sounds came from someone beating the hell out of the other. The strange thing was ... all the Hell was never beaten out of anyone. I still carry a little of that Hell in me to this day.

I have a very high temper ... the good thing is, I've learned to control it. It's very rare do I lose it ... and when I lose it ... I want to get out of Dodge. I inherited that famous temper ... I'm not proud of it at all. The only time it's a good thing is ... when I ... need to take care of business ... I will ... hold my ground.

All of my family members had a 'hell of a temper'... and they always held their ground. I don't know of one, when looking back ... who would walk away when someone tried to dominate them ... no matter how little they were. If for any reason someone did ... that person had better watch out later on in life. If I did, I would just smile ... and be patient.

It's no fun being angry. I grew up in a quiet way, when I could control my world. I have never liked to hear angry voices ... it makes my stomach feel shaky ... and if I hear someone hit the other ... I feel anger. What kind of reaction is that?

Anyway, I love peace ... not many of my family members did. There were always instigators who thrived on the excitement of another family member or 'friend's' .... turmoil, unhappiness. They would wear a gleeful smile on their faces. I think of several ones right this moment ... see their expressions in my mind. Some of them could be pure evil ...

I just don't like to hurt anyone physically ... or mentally. I will do all I can ... to not hurt anyone. On the other hand ... if I'm pushed, dominated, treated bad ... all Hell's going to break out. It's the way I am ... I have to be a damn to my own Hell. It was born in me.

I've heard people all my life say, "Gloria, you're too sweet to ever get mad". All I could do was smile sweetly ...

I'm not proud of having Hell in me ... but, whether I like it, or anyone else likes it ... it's there, and has been since the moment I was brought into this world. I came from a Hell of a family!

 

Note by this author:

I came from a hell of a family, that's true. But ... I loved everyone of them. Everyone had a good heart when they weren't angry, or hating. We were all born that way, hated to see it in the other. No one could ever be close because ... everyone was too much ... alike.

They'd give you the shirt off their back, but ... if you pissed them off ... they'd damn sure take it back! I can see the humor in some of it ... I smile even now. I wish they were all living again. I wasn't afraid of the ... big, bad wolf.

There's not one that I wouldn't welcome back ... no matter how mean. Everyone of my family members had a place in my Heart. I wish they hadn't ... died. They loved life, too.

Photo... Story Credit: Is mine, both are owned by me. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka &grannygee
 

You Are A Damn He Man!

You Are A Damn He Man!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Grandma Alma, and George ... the most colorful characters in my young life.  I loved them with my very Heart.  They lived in Hell ... they didn't have a choice.  They had a lot of love, though.  Sometimes, even that ... wasn't enough.


 

It ain't no such a damn thing! The blind man was mad. His wife had just accused him of the next door neighbor! What was she thinking? He was blind ... couldn't see a damn thing!

The woman sat in her old, upholstered rose-colored chair. She was paralyzed. She had one good side, one 'bad' side' She could use her left arm, hand, leg. She reached with her left hand for her famous glass of cold water. It sat up on the old, dusty dresser beside her chair.

The old dresser held Grandma Alma's many bottles of medicines. The mirror on it had a permanent 'fog' ... you could only see shadows in the glass. George always had Grandma Alma a glass of water, with ice in it ... it always sat there for her. There was a permanent water ring where it sat.

Faye was holding her breath ... she knew what was going to come next if George didn't quit hollering. She looked around ... she saw her cousins in the room next to George and Grandma Alma's sitting room. All the kids were snickering ... they all knew what Grandma Alma was getting ready to do!

You damn he man! Grandma Alma yelled at George that he was a 'he man'! Those were always her famous words. She had just pressed the right spot with George ... he began hollering that he wasn't a he man ... and he didn't go with the next door neighbor!

Well ... that did it with Grandma Alma! That hollering pissed her off! She dashed that glass of cold water on George, right in his face! Talk about hollering, George did let out a roar.

In the next room, unknowing to them ... all the children were rolling on the floor. They had their hands over their mouths ... it was so funny! They had seen this scene play out time after time.

George would make Grandma Alma mad ... and the next thing they knew, she would make him roar like a lion ... then, she'd throw that famous glass of cold water on him! That should cool your ass off ... you damn he man!

Grandma Alma would sit there afterwards ... with a grin on her face. It reminded one of a cat ... licking its lips in satisfaction! She'd say it again ... 'You are a damn he man'!

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This is a true story from my childhood. George, my step-grandfather ... was the only grandfather I knew. I loved him dearly. He was blind ... couldn't see anything.

Grandma Alma was paralyzed ... she could drag her foot when George helped her to walk. Her 'bad' arm would dangle as she walked. She held onto the walker with her 'good' hand. George would walk her each day to the front screen door.

She would look out at the flowers she loved ... the flowers she used to work in ... in the heat. She had a stroke that put her in a coma for months. She woke up paralyzed.

All of us children were very young. One day Grandma Alma was walking ... the next, she was in a sterile room with all white around her ... she never spoke anymore. We'd tip-toe into the bedroom where she was, reach up to touch her face. She never woke up.

Grandma Alma, George had only Hell in their lives. It wasn't that they chose to have it ... all the bad stuff would come there to them. They didn't have to look for any of it.

How they lived in the world they did, blind and paralyzed ... I'll never know. My mind goes back often to 'see them' ... I could see they'd fuss at each other to blow off steam.

It would look, sound bad to anyone ... I'm sure. But, they loved each other with their Hearts. They didn't mean to be like that ... but, what else could they do to get out pent-up frustrations.

They were the kindest people in the world. They never turned anyone down to come live with them. They had no money, barely enough food for themselves. They just had lots of love. Even with all the love in their Hearts ... they couldn't stop all the 'bad stuff' that happened.

Both would cry for the children, and what happened to them through time ... all of the children ended up at their house at one time or other.

Hell ... no one knows the Hell at that house ... in my young mind ... that house sat over the portal of Hell. The devil was always around ... hell was raised all the time!

Story/Photo are both owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ &grannygee

They Were The Kindest Of Them All ...

They Were The Kindest Of Them All ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Photo of Skip, and our Kissy.  We have two more Pups named Chadwick Elsworth, and Camie Rose.  They are my whole world ...


 

The elderly, blind man sat in his old wooden chair on the front porch. He was smiling softly ... the smile even lit up his sightless eyes.

The little girl sitting at his feet looking up at his face ... smiled back at him. She loved to see George smile ... she always tried to make him smile. His smile touched this little girl's Heart ... it was so kind, sweet. George was the kindest man she ever knew in her little girl life.

She was excited ... wished the other kids would come on. George was going to tell stories about Brer Rabbit, Three Bears, and who knew what else! George could make the kids 'see' the story as he told it!

She sat on the cool cement of the front porch, waited eagerly. She saw her cousins walking up to the house. They're coming, George, they're coming!

She picked at her big toe ... she'd stumped it the other day. She was always getting hurt. To keep up with all the boys, she had to be tough ... it wasn't easy. No, it wasn't easy at all ... but, she damn sure did it!

The little girl leaned her head against George's knee. She listened to the other kids as they were shoving, pushing each other to sit down. I'm sitting here! No, I want to sit there!

George told them to hush that noise if they wanted him to tell them stories. That shut the children up ... there wasn't nothing like George's stories!

Everyone quietened down. They sat in a semi-circle around George. They waited.

George cleared his throat ... and began. He began to talk in Brer Rabbit's voice ... the story was on!

The kids sat mesmerized for the next hour. George had transported them into a make-believe world. It was wonderful, special. The little girl loved it. She could tell stories, too. She'd learned from George ... only his was the best!

George finished up with the last story. He told the children it was time for him to go inside, and see if Grandma Alma needed anything.

Faye, the little girl, looked up at him ... thinking he was the best grandpa in the world. She loved him with her little girl Heart. He was always so kind to her, to others. He sure loved Grandma Alma.

Until this day ... she only knew three of the kindest men she'd ever known. George being the first ... Skip being the second ... and their friend ... being the third.

In her whole life ... that's saying a lot ... those three men were the most kindest men of all. She loved them all with her Heart. They were the kindest of all.

 

Photo is owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ &grannygee

Story is true ... I was the little girl named Faye. Story is owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee