Wednesday, October 22, 2014

SPIDER! and Classical Music ...

SPIDER! and Classical Music ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Our huge, sweet Rottie ... Kissy Fairchild

Kissy Fairchild, Precious Camie and ... Skip. 

Sweet Chadwick Elsworth ...

Precious Camie ... Kissy Fairchild.  What you see above is ... my whole world.  I cherish them with my very Heart ... Skip, and our Pups!

This is a laughing Granny Gee ... all hell broke loose, and she was on it like a mother lion ... until .... Gloria Faye Brown Bates ( sometimes, we do things we don't have to do ... our minds play tricks on us ... we go in survival mode ... and we win the battles ... we must ... win!)






 

Oh my! My heart is still beating fast! Wow! Gracious! I had such a scare this morning! I thought Kissy, our big sweet Rottie ... was in danger of being attacked by a ... giant spider! Excuse me, while I take a big breath ... I went into 'warrior-mother lion' mode! I began to battle, only to find ....

First, let me tell you, that at this very moment ... I have soft, classical music playing to calm my heart ... my soul. I have been through 'something else' this morning ... before daylight!

I want you to know that I will 'fight a bear' to save any one of our three Pups! You will see in just a moment what I will do! They are my babies ... and my world. So, is Skip ... and I would fight to save him from danger, also! He just happened to be outside the chain-link fence, sitting in his pickup ... ready to drive off.

I was talking to him, saying goodbye ...when I locked the gate. I could see good ... between the night light, and porch light. So, when I stepped backwards, our Kissy Fairchild Pup walked up to me. I was telling Skip 'bye' before he closed the door to his pickup.

When all of a sudden ... I spotted something on the ground! My heart almost stopped! It was standing beneath Kissy! It was a spider as big as my hand! My hands aren't big ... but, when a spider is as big as them ... that's just too much. This was the biggest spider I'd ever seen!

It looked like the spider online, when I was on the computer, yesterday! I didn't realize there really are spiders as 'big as a puppy'! This spider was almost that big!

I stood for a moment ... until Kissy began to walk. No! I screamed. No!

I grabbed him, threw him aside ... and began stomping that spider! I mean I really ... killed him. I kept on killing him ... until he was so dead ... he couldn't come back alive.

When I stopped killing the spider ... I heard Skip talking, asking what was wrong ... what was wrong?! I told him I had just killed a spider as big as a puppy!

He was ready to get out of the pickup, until ... until I moved, my shadow moved ... and I looked down!

That spider was so flat on the ground ... with those scary long legs! That's what drew my attention in the first place ... the huge body ... the long legs sticking out from it!

I leaned down cautiously to look at it more closely ... when I felt like the biggest ... fool ... there ever was!

It wasn't a spider at all ... my senses had begun coming back to me ... I thought if that had been a spider that big ... then, I needed to call someone. We don't have spiders that big in the USA!

There, on the ground ... flat as a pancake was ... a big ... clump of ... grass ... with all these blades of grass sticking out ... like spider legs!

I looked up at Skip ... he said "what"? I felt sheepish as I said, "that ain't no spider! That's just grass"!

Did you know ... he began laughing at me! We said our goodbyes, and the Pups, and I came into the house. I turned the soft, calm, classical music on to settle my heart ... it's still beating fast!

Thus, this morning before daylight, was about ... the spider, and classical music! (I'm still trying to calm down ... heck, I was fighting a real battle in my mind ... I was protecting my Pup!)

 

Photo/story credit are owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee &grannygee (I am still taking deep breaths!)

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

I'm Gonna Tell My Mama!


I'm Gonna Tell My Mama!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee








(Photo is of a Timex watch my Grandmother Lola gave me when I was nine years old ... I wore it at Grandma Alma's ... fell one day onto some rocks, knocking the breath out of me ... scratching the face of the watch. I still have this watch.   Photo/story is owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/Granny Gee. Story is true ... )
 



What a sweet child! You have the most beautiful smile. How pretty you are!

The little girl stood there, smiling sweetly. She basked in the compliments just as a pup lies in the sunshine, enjoying the warm rays.

She felt happy, loved. These old women cared about her. They came every Wednesday night, Sunday morning to pick her up to go to church.

They knew she lived in Hell, probably was a sinner ... and they were trying to save her. They told her Jesus loved her, and she was going to Heaven one day.

The little girl thought about Heaven; she wanted to go. Why, one could walk on beautiful golden bricks, dress in white dresses, eat foods that wouldn't stain them. If there was something wrong with one's body ... they could go to Heaven, and it'd be fixed!

She wanted Grandma Alma, George to go to Heaven. She couldn't get them to go to church. George was blind ... he might would have a hard time seeing in Heaven, anyway.

Grandma Alma wouldn't be able to walk on those shiny bricks, either... she was paralyzed. So, maybe they didn't need to go to Heaven. They weren't sinners, anyway.

The old women seemed very interested in her ... so, she must be the biggest sinner of them all. She knew she was a mean, little girl. She was told that all the time since she came to Grandma Alma, and George's.

She was being hit all the time ... if the grown-ups weren't hitting her ... she had to fight all her cousins next door. The strange thing was ... she loved them very much.

She didn't think they loved her at all. So, many people were hurting her ... she was only one person. It wasn't like that ... 'before' she was thrown there, in 'Hell'.........

The worst thing about it ... was she 'looked like her daddy'! Whenever anyone became angry about anything ... if she happened to be standing around ... and they saw her, they would scream at her, "you look just like your damn daddy"!

Sometimes, a hard slap would follow the words. She'd cry over being slapped for looking like 'some daddy' she'd never met. Who was he? What did his ass look like? Was he mean? Did he like her?

She hated him! She wanted to look like her mama ... oh, everyone always said her mama was just absolutely .... beautiful! She was always compared to Elizabeth Taylor.

She vaguely recalled a strange man coming to visit her beautiful mother, sometimes. She would peep through the crack in the bedroom door, see them holding each other tightly, kissing.

The man looked 'familiar'. If the man ever spoke to her, she never remembered it. That man was her father ... he still loved her mother ... it was her ... he'd come to see.

He would drive an hour to come 'visit his daughter'. The little girl never recalled him acknowledging her ... in her mind, she always saw her mother, and the father ... holding each other, kissing.

The old ladies took her to prayer meetings in people's homes ... usually other ... old people. They always loved her ... they'd pinch her pretty cheeks. They loved her curly hair, and oh my ... wasn't she a ... sweet child? Faye didn't feel worthy ... she was getting in more fights at Grandma Alma's.

So, many kids ... her cousins. Someone was always angry ... ready to fight. When they would see her at that time ... they wanted to beat her up. She never had to fight, until ... 'she came down here' ... came to Hell ... came to Grandma Alma, George's.

She would always smile sweetly, instantly think if they only knew ... how awful she was. She had recently learned to hate people ... hate her mama; hate her cousins ... aunts, uncles. She had learned to hate ... everyone. She'd learned anger ... now, she was 'mad at the whole world'.....

'Before' age nine, she had lived in 'Heaven' ... at age nine, she was 'thrown in Hell' to swim, or sink. No one gave a damn anymore about one ... little girl ... just sometimes.

She was slapped around, screamed at ... people hated her one minute, loved her the next. When they became angry, they'd show hate to her ... in their eyes, voices.

She was rapidly learning to hate back. The pain was almost more than she could bear. She had to toughen up, survive all the chaos she was thrown into.

She would hide in the little space between the old, red, vinyl couch and bookcase ... in the front room.

She could hear all the screaming, cussing ... sometimes, secrets a little girl's ears shouldn't hear.

No one would know she was in the little space, sitting ... drawing on the white pages in all Grandma Alma's books. She would sit there, getting lost in a wonderful world of creating ... dreaming of beautiful clothes she'd never seen in person.

She would draw them, color them ... cut them out to put on the paper dolls she would make for herself. Colors ... designs fascinated the little girl. She created beauty in her young world, while ... Hell broke loose around her.

The little girl was called a bastard one day by her teenage aunt. "You damn little bastard ... don't you ever come in my damn room again"! The little girl loved the record player in her aunt's room. She would sneak across the floor to turn it on ...

The little girl loved to dance ... the music entered her body ... made her move. She could visit Heaven for a few minutes, dancing.

One day ... the teenage aunt became very angry at the little girl. She happened to come back home earlier than she'd said. She caught Faye, the little girl in her room, dancing to her record player. Not only Faye, but ... several of Faye's cousins were in there, also.

Faye was the only child who couldn't get away fast enough. Her aunt caught her by the arm, spun her around ... slapped her hard. "You damn little bastard! I'll teach you to come into my room again! You look just like your damn daddy"! Her aunt slapped her hard, then ............

Walked to the wood box, picked up a piece of firewood ... began to beat the little girl. The little girl cried until she couldn't cry anymore. She was the worse person in the world ... everyone hated her.

Her aunt threw her to the floor ... ordered her to get up, and said, "Get the hell out of my room! If I catch you back in here, I'll beat you to death"!

Faye pulled her body up off the floor, stood. Her legs were burning ... she looked down to see blood on them. Not only that ... her arms had blood streaming down on them.

Her little shoulders shook as she stood up, looked her aunt full in the face. "I'm going to tell my mama when she comes home ... she is going to kill you"! She began to cry, uncontrollably. Her body hurt something awful from the beating ... not only that, her Heart hurt ... her aunt hated her! It was 'the end of the world'....

"Tell your damn mama, see if I care"! The little girl began to cry more ... turned, walked away. She walked into the front room, sat on the red, vinyl couch. Her body hurt, she was sleepy. She cried herself to sleep. She laid her head down on the thick arm of the couch, slept.

Faye felt someone shaking her, to wake up. She looked up ... her teenage aunt was standing there ... she was smiling a sweet smile. In her hand, dangled a watch. "Here, Faye ... this is for you. It's a Timex watch! Here ... I've already set it for you, and everything'! She began to put it on Faye's wrist ....

The memory of what happened before she went to sleep, flooded back. "No, I'm going to tell my mama you hurt me"!

The teenage aunt kept trying to get Faye to take the watch. No matter how much she tried ... it didn't work. Faye was going to tell her mama ... her mama was going to kill her aunt for making that blood on her legs, arms.

Her teenage aunt thought her Timex watch would keep her from telling. She thought she could bribe Faye ... this time it didn't work. Faye was one very angry little girl.

A month went by ... Faye's mama came home. She always disappeared to come back weeks, months later. She ran to her before she could walk into the house.

She began crying, telling her mama about the Timex watch, and the beating she'd recieved. She didn't see the fire in her mother's eyes ... but, she felt her mother stiffened up.

Faye's mother went in to speak to George (her step-father) ... and Grandma Alma (her mother). They were sitting, talking in the middle room (later, in Faye's mind ... she called it 'The Arena'. This was where Hell broke out ... often.

Faye heard the screen door open in the living room ... she felt afraid. Her teenage aunt had just walked into the door! All hell was getting ready to break loose ...

Sure enough, as soon as her aunt (her mama's sister) ... walked into the door ... Faye's mama began asking her aunt about the stick of wood she beat Faye with. She saw fear in her aunt's eyes ... sort of ... felt sorry for her.

A whirlwind of action happened that fast! Her mama had run across the floor, grabbed Faye's aunt up ... began 'whippin Hell outta her'!

They fell onto the old, dusty, wooden floor in front of where George sat in his old, cane chair. Grandma Alma sat beside him in her old, pink, upholstered recliner. "Stop! Please don't fight"!

No one heard her Grandma Alma cry, nor saw the pain in her eyes. George sat there, blind ... 'not knowing what the hell was happening'. Faye saw ... felt pain for them.

It seemed the fight would never end. Faye felt good every time her mama hit her aunt. She deserved that for hurting her. She even reached down with her small hand, 'smacked the shit' out of her!

Faye heard something hit the floor ... two white teeth had flown out of someone's mouth!

The fight stopped, Faye watched as her young aunt stood up. Blood was streaming from her mouth ... her mama had blood on her. Faye felt sick to her Heart ... she had caused this.

It was her fault her mama had 'beat the hell' out of her aunt. Her Heart broke ... her teenage aunt hated her for the rest of her life. She lost two teeth, got her 'ass whipped' ... because of beating Faye.

Faye was shaking inside ... all the sounds of flesh being slapped, punched ... made her feel like she was going to throw up. She realized she didn't want to see her aunt cry, be hurt for what she did. She forgave her aunt right then.

Time went on, her mama disappeared again. Her teenage aunt would cast glaring eyes at her ... but, she never touched her again.

One day, her aunt from next door came in ... she had 'hell in her eyes'. She saw Faye ... came up to her, grabbed her by her shoulders, screaming at her for something not remembered, now.

Her finger nails made an awful scratch down Faye's forearm. It hurt so bad ... not only that ... Faye had finally reached a breaking point. She had been kicked around for the past several years at her Grandma Alma's and George ... even if she died ... she couldn't take the pain, anymore.

For the first time in Faye's life, she held her ground against her most favorite aunt. She wasn't going to be slapping, hitting her anymore. She looked her aunt straight into her eyes ... saw her aunt's expression change ....

She calmly told her aunt, "This time, you beat my ass ... the next time ... I'm going to beat your ass"! Faye was fourteen years old ... That was the last time, both aunts ever 'laid a hand' ... on her.

That time ... Faye took a stand, knowing she'd be 'killed', didn't care. She couldn't take anymore of their abuse. She was ready to fight back ... not say, anymore ... 'I'm gonna tell my mama'!

 

 

 

 

 
 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Feet On The Wall ...

 Feet On The Wall ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



This little girl learned to be a mean little girl sometimes, in the process of learning how to survive Hell.  The photo is of me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee  &grannygee
 
 
 

Photo is of my wonderful Grandma Alma & George ... I loved them with my Heart.  George was blind, Grandma Alma was paralyzed on one side of her body.
 
 
All photos are owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




I cried as the pain coursed through my arm. Damn it! That hurt! Don't do that again, I cried!

My Grandma Alma told me to take my feet off the wall, put them under the bedcover. Right now!

I had learned to be a mean, little girl ... not all the time ... but, when pain happened ... it made me feel angry. I didn't take them down right away.

Her one good hand reached for my arm again. She pinched me good! I took my feet off the wall, then.

I began crying. That hurt, Grandma. My feet had gotten warm under the covers, and I stuck them out to cool. The wall looked inviting ... the next thing I knew, they were on that wall!

George and Grandma Alma had two full-size beds in the bedroom. They slept in their own bed. I lived there for a time, had to sleep in Grandma Alma's bed. I slept on the side near the wall.

Grandma Alma had made me put my feet under the cover ... now, my feet wouldn't be happy until they were on that wall, again. How can 'old' people know everything, I wondered. Everytime my feet neared the edge of the bedcover, Grandma Alma seemed to know it. Damn!

Well, something happened that haunts me to this day. I could cry thinking about it ... if I let myself.

Several nights later, my feet decided they had a mind of their own. They took themselves out from under the bedcovers, put themselves on that wall. My toes wiggled, feeling so good because the wall was cool. I could fall asleep like that!

Get your feet off the wall, Faye! Grandma Alma had raised her voice to me. Not only that, she pinched me hard! I began crying ... and felt mad at my Grandma Alma. I reached back, pinched her on her arm ... hard!

Ouch! Faye, that hurts! I could hear the pain in her voice. I was so sorry instantly for hurting my Grandma Alma. I'm sorry, Grandma, I'm so sorry.

Afterwards, I couldn't keep it off my little girl mind. I had hurt my Grandma. I could swear she almost cried. It broke my Heart.

Through time, I've always thought about it ... especially, when my feet can reach a wall while I'm in bed. Not long ago, I did that very thing ... I put both bare feet on the wall!

I instantly felt bad ... the memory of pinching my Grandma Alma's arm popped up in my mind. I took my feet off the wall.

I have done this over the years as an adult, always wondering why I couldn't put my feet on the wall. Being an adult, it's no fun to do it now. :) Maybe the memory of pinching my poor Grandma Alma ... clouds doing it. Also, maybe 'it's not nice' to put my feet on the wall! :)

Oh, sometimes ... I like to do something not nice! I know I'll do it again sometime in my life ... I just have to. It's one of my secrets. :)

If you ever do it ... make sure your feet are very clean. When you put them on the wall ... only let them rest in one place. You'll feel the coolness on the bottom of your feet, and your wiggly toes! :)

Maybe if ... I'd never been told not to do it ... I would have never ... done it again! So, I know I will have my ... feet on the wall ... again in the future.



 

Photos/my true story are owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee &grannygee

Note: Sometimes, we all have little, silly things we like to do just for the sake of doing them. Sometimes ... we don't know 'why' we do them ... unless maybe trying to provoke a memory.

I Stand There In My Mind ...

I Stand There In My Mind ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



 
Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
 
 


Last photo of Tommy as he drove to the beach... he died shortly after.  He collapsed on the sand while playing with his little son. 

He made it to the beach in time ... to do what he wanted most to do ... play for the first time with his son, Taban ... it was his last time. 

Tommy died May 29, 2010 on a Saturday evening ... he collapsed with 2 blockages to his heart.  No one didn't know ... you can see how strong he appeared in this picture taken just a couple hours or so ... before he collapsed.




 

I make no apologies when I speak of my son

I don't shed the tears I used to

I cry silently, but ... no one can hear

I smile as I sob, my Heart breaking

As I grieve for the only child I ever had

The more I smile ... the more I weep

Tommy! Tommy! I don't ask 'why you had to go'

I don't ask anything ... all things are not possible

It's impossible to know the answer as to 'why?'

My mind replays the vision I have of you

Walking on the soft, damp sand beneath your feet

I can picture the sandals you wore that day

The waves washed ashore to kiss your toes

To fascinate your little son as his toes were kissed

I can see you standing there ... discussing the ocean

A little three year old child who looked just like his daddy

Standing, his little hand on his hip as he peered out across the water

His little hat shielding his eyes from the sunshine

Two peas in a pod ... like father, like son

Both stand there carrying on a grown-up conversation

Father treating son like a little man

Then ... with abandon, both began to run, play, laugh

Son treating father like a little boy

Their eyes twinkled, their laughs pure as bells

They chased each other, never aware they were being watched

Watched with respect, admiration that such a big man

Could come down to his little son's level to run, play

Four years later, I stand there in my mind ... watching with a sad smile

As I imagine the joy on your faces ... my son, my grandson

I cry for both of you ... I hurt to the core of my soul

I lost both of you ... on the evening my son died

I never got to watch my grandson grow, looking more like

His daddy everyday ... hearing his voice so much like Tommy's

I stand there in my mind ... I see, hear the sea gulls

My eyes take in the sight before me

Waves crested with white, flowing toward the shore

I smell the scent of the ocean in the air

Feel the warm, tropical breeze on my face

I close my eyes in my mind ... enjoy

Enjoy as much as I know you did, Tommy

As you ran, playing with little Taban

I see your smiles, hear your joyous voices

My lips widen into a sad, sad smile

Because I know what I'm going to see next

I know, because I've imagined this many times ... in my mind

There ... there ... you collapsed on the soft sand

I like to think angels supported your body as you fell

You went to 'sleep' ... to sleep for the last time

You played with your little son for ... the last time

Not long before ... you called your mother ... for the last time

You took your last trip just to play at the ocean with your son

You barely made it in time ... did you somehow sense the urgency?

Did you have a sense of 'hurry, hurry' ... we need to get there

As you drove ... did you sense you were going to die, Son?

Did you have any inkling ... premonition?

My Heart cries ... I wonder if somehow, you knew

You just took your last trip ... to leave so soon on a 'forever' ... journey

I stand there in my mind, lost to all around me

I try to hear the words the sea gulls were singing to you

'Tommy, come home ... Tommy, come home'

I stand there in my mind, watching with intensity

Trying to see ... your spirit as it rose above to look down

Look down at your precious son, watching him cry

Daddy ... Daddy, Daddy ... won't you get up, and play with me

Are you asleep, Daddy? Daddy? His little hand reaches out

Reaches out to shake his daddy awake, pat his cheeks

I stand there in my mind as I see the group of people

Who stood off watching a big man play with his little son

Run, when realizing something was wrong

They protected the little child, as they decided what to do

One man picked up Tommy's cellphone, redialed the last number

Tommy had called on his phone ... not knowing who answered

Two hundred miles away, a mother answered with a smile in her voice

Tommy? She heard the strange man's voice

Why do you have my son's cellphone?

'Ma'am, I have a man collapsed here on the sand, he's not breathing'

As the mother's world went black, she still didn't understand

Her smile slipped off her face as realization came

Oh, my God ... NO! Help me, Skip ... please come, help me!

Help ... a doctor talking, what did he say? Pure, black darkness

Medicine ... thank-God for the medicine that makes one smile ... while one stayed in the darkness ... making the pain go away

Medicine so powerful, the mother almost ... she thought about it

Yes, she thought about it ... her only child was dead

Oh, my God ... she couldn't bear it, she just couldn't bear it

The mother was the strongest woman ... until this happened

She lived over three years in darkness ... not giving a damn

How could she care ... when her feelings were ... pure grief

She only grew stronger as time went by ... she believed in facing

Facing the devil if need be ... get past the pain ... go on with life

One has to ... if not, then ... there's nothing else left to do but, die

Four years later ... I stand there in my mind ... smiling a sad smile

As I imagine it all again for the 'millionth' time

I see, hear sounds of joy; smell the ocean breeze ... listen to the sea gulls sing ... as

I stand there in my mind ...
 
 
 
 
Photos of my artwork (frame and ocean scene)... and Tommy; and story ... are owned by me... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee    &grannygee

Words ... Beautiful Words

Words ... Beautiful Words
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Words are like colorful flowers ... I love to take my pick!  I 'pure' love words!  Artwork ... story, photo are owned by me... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee (&grannygee)

 


Don't you just love when two words are put together ... that aren't ever used together? I find myself stopping to read over ... say over unusual word choices. I 'pure' love ... words.

I don't make any claims to being an expert on anything at all ... but, I do ... know when I see words that fascinate me ... play 'music' to me ... show colors to me. Words ... beautiful words ... can say so much.

When online, I find myself smiling when I see words put together to name domains, websites, so on. Wow ... the imagination! I love it!

Two unrelated words become one together ... become special. It creates imagery in one's mind ... colors, music, imagination is sparked just as a fire is started by ... striking a match. Candles burn, logs burn on the fireplace ... you get it ... yes, that's what I mean.

I wonder if words affect you the way they affect me. They would have to ... to a degree. Words ... are music ... our mouths play them all the time. Well ... that doesn't mean everyone can ... sing! We know ... I can't.

I always said that if I could sing ... I'd be something else! :) I feel music deeply. I never could go dancing without moving to it ... I couldn't sit still.

Skip understands exactly what I mean ... try sitting still to your favorite music that has a good beat ... something, somewhere in or outside of you ... is going to keep rhythm! It 'hurts' to stay still.

Let's see what I can think of on the spur of the moment ... putting some words together. See what your mind conjures up when reading them ...

Grittyglass ... dreamrays ... fairclouds ... fairystars ... moonsweat ... sunsparks ... restbunny ... flowerhopper ... diamondfist ... you get the picture ... does your imagination kick in, making you see images, hear sounds?

Words are wonderful. I'm so happy I know a lot of them so, I can write! I 'pure' love words ... words, beautiful words!

 

Photo/Story credit belong to Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee (&grannygee).

Sunday, October 19, 2014

The 'Ghost' Was Right In Front Of Me ... On The Wall!

The 'Ghost' Was Right In Front Of Me ... On The Wall!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



                                              Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee



 

I stood in the living room looking at our three precious Pups. Each one was asleep ... one on the couch, one on the love seat ... the other asleep on the big ottoman.

I heard something ... it was a ghostly, breathing sound. Ever so often, I heard this sound. I was alone ... the Pups were asleep.

Standing there, I tried to place 'where' exactly the sound came from. I knew it came from toward the hallway ... in my art room? in Skip's study? bedroom? bathrooms?

I walked through the house, cautiously. I was ready to run, if I needed to. Strange, the Pups didn't wake up to the sound. I never did discover the source of the sound.

A week went by, I heard the sound at different times of the day. I told myself that this house wasn't haunted. But ... what is that sound coming from? I was truly puzzled.

I'm not the bravest soul when it comes to something I ... can't see. If I can see something, I will face it off. I don't like hunting for where strange sounds come from. One never knows what can happen ... I watch tv ... I know what can happen. :)

You know how a woman will hear something in the dark part of a house. Your mind screams at her ... 'don't go, you fool, don't go'! It always happens on a movie ... the woman is too brave for her own good. I'd rather prepare ... wait in one place ... take a stand ... and go from there. I'm going to win because I want to live.

I thought to ask Skip if he'd been hearing an airy, breathing sound that seemed to have a little 'wheeze'. He said yes, he had. I was so glad to know he had heard it, also.

I was standing one day near the entrance into the hall ... I heard the sound very close to me! I turned around ... I didn't see anything. I tiptoed through the hallway to my art room, peered inside. The sound was coming from between that room, and the entrance to the hallway.

I waited, I didn't hear it again. I knew 'where about' the sound was coming from! I heard it again the next day ... I walked quickly into the hallway ... stood. Where was that sound coming from?

I was looking at the walls, thinking about how pretty they'd be with soft color on them. My eyes stopped ... my mouth fell open ...

Oh my goodness, I'd just discovered where the 'wheezy breathing' was coming from! It was on the wall right in front of me!

It was the white dispenser that disperses the air-freshner into the air! It was out of the air-freshner ... and whenever the automatic thing would work ... an airy, breathing, wheezy sound would come from it!

The house wasn't haunted at all! I am so happy to discover the source of the 'ghostly' sounds. I didn't have to get killed, stabbed, knocked out, kidnapped in the process of locating the 'ghost'!

The 'ghost' was right in front of me, on the wall!


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

 

 
 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Almost ...

Almost ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


                           Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee (&grannygee)



 

One night I was playing tag with my cousins. I ran to the street to cross it ... I don't know what ... made me stop barely in time to keep a car front hitting me. The lights were out on it ... it was at night time.

I remember how my body froze, somehow 'drew in' ... my arms went up in the air ... to keep it from hitting me. I began to tremble when it went pass me. I ... almost ... died that night.

I was going to spend the night with a girl who lived several blocks away. I had my bag with me ... I was excited as I walked. I heard a train coming as I grew close to the railroad track.

I debated whether to run in front of the train ... or wait for it to go by. I decided to run fast across the track. As I began to run, my foot went between the track and the little 'ditch' beside it.

The train got closer to me ... I could see the big, round light! I was panicking ... I was trying to pull my foot out. My foot came out, and I began to run without my shoe ... oh no! I have to get my shoe, I thought.

The train horn was blowing as I ran back in front of the train, to pull my shoe out of the track. I almost ... got hit.

There have been a lot of 'almost' times in my life. I have been very fortunate to come this far in my life. I learned things the hard way through the years, thinking I was ... different; I could do things no one else could. I fooled myself. I learned from all my mistakes.

I wonder how many 'almost' times ... stand out in your life? Can you remember the times you ... almost ... made an exit out of ...your life?

I can't remember all the many times at many places, times in my entire life. Trust me, I've had my many ... 'almost' times, when I ... almost ........

 

Photo/Story Credit: Both belong to me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka &grannygee
 

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The House Of The Living Dead ...

The House Of The Living Dead ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee .... Photo/ Story Credit belong to me.  &grannygee




We had opportunity to live beside an older couple, some years ago.  They were wonderful people.  They loved the ground both walked on; they were as close as Skip and I.


They would make us laugh when they fussed at each other.  The next minute, they'd be talking ... laughing.  He would make her blush like a young girl.  Oh yes, she loved the ground he walked on.


Through time, he did things he shouldn't have.  He was a handsome, 'bad boy' type of guy in his younger years.  I remember him as a little girl.  I know ... he was a good-looking guy, then.


He drank, ran with all the wild women.  She would go looking for him, with her shoe in her hand.  She would beat him all the way to the car.  She'd take him home to sober up.  No matter that he'd just slept with another woman.  She cried, kept her pain to herself.


Unlike me ... I would have kicked his ass to the curb.  Not only that, he would have something to never forget me ... a drunk man is ... at his weakest ... and they are ... prone to have accidents.  :)


Remember the Dolly Parton woman who came to my house many years ago?  I fixed her ass ... she never came back.  She 'lost' her wig, exposing her short, messy hair ... Oh!  Somehow, she ended up in the bathtub when I helped her to the bathroom ... she was drunk as a skunk. 


She didn't look like she did ... 'going into the bathroom'... when ... coming out.  I just grinned ... laughing my ass off ... 'inside'.  On the outside ... I was baby-talking her, telling her somehow, she fell into that bathtub, and wasn't it a shame?  Poor thing ....


She smiled at me with trust I didn't deserve ... but ... she got what she deserved for the things she did.  I did feel for her because I'm a good person ... but, you can push a 'good person' ... too far.


Anyway, back to the elderly couple ... she lived with him over fifty years.  She always forgave ... Through all that time, she changed from a firey young woman into ... a gracious, older woman.  I remember how she was ... when I was a little girl. 


Sometimes, he would come 'around' where all the ... pretty women ... were.  My mother, and her sisters were the prettiest, around.


I remember her angry expression looking at me as a child, she seemed to hate me.  I didn't understand why.  When I grew up, I did understand ... I had compassion for her.


As an older woman, she and I became close.  I loved her very much.  She was the kindest, most gracious, older woman I knew.  She came through hell ... and turned out that way.  I loved her.


Well ... he died.  I heard her screaming my name one day, I knew something bad had happened.  I ran to her .... she showed me to the bedroom.  He lay there on the bed, gasping ... dying.


She had called the ambulance.  I went to him, sat beside him.  I held his hand in mine.  I talked quietly to him.  I took my hand, rubbed his head gently.  All the while, I told him everything was going to be alright.  He knew I was there ... then, he didn't.


He died, while I held his hand.  I held it until the guys got there on the rescue squad.  It hurt my Heart so much.  He was gone, what in the world will she do, now?  He was her whole world ....


Time went by, I began to notice when I went to check on her ... that she kept her house quiet as a tomb.  It never used to be like that ... never.  I remember telling her lots of times, to turn her tv, radio on.  I told her it was too quiet, and she needed sound around her.  I don't think she ever heard me.


Everyone had come one day to get everything they could, out of their building in the back yard.  Some things were antiques ... anyway, the family got all they wanted.  They never came back to see her.  She was used to being around family, being around him. 


She came to me one day, asked me to paint flowers, and write something pretty ... put it in a frame.  I did ... she took it to his grave, put it there.


Her house became a tomb ... she began not hearing me when I came to the door, knocked.  I would stand at the door looking in at her as she moved around in her quiet world.  The door was a barrier ... it was like I wasn't there.  No matter how hard I knocked, she'd never hear me.  She had become the ... living dead.  She was already with the one she loved ... all she waited for was to die to be where he was.


Her family finally took her away ... dementia, I heard.  She should have never been all alone in this big, old world.  She should have been enjoying all the happy smiles, sounds of her big family... she should have never known ... the quiet.


In my mind, I can see her through the glass windows on the door ... it was like watching her being ... on the ... other side.  Nothing I could do ... made her see, or hear me.  Her home had become the house of the living dead.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Death With Dignity ...

Dying With Dignity ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee






 

Let's go to the mall, buy you something pretty to wear. I sat there ... thought again ... why waste money on pretty clothes when I'm not going to be needing them? Skip came back to tell me again to let's go shopping ... I told him I didn't want to buy anything for me.

When Skip or Tommy would buy the Ty Beanie Babies for my collection ... I would tell them to not spend a lot on them anymore. They would pay upwards to fifty dollars or whatever the Beanie Baby sold for ... if they knew I liked it.

I didn't need anything at all ... for the rest of my life. I felt sad inside. No, I wouldn't be buying anything for me ... it was a waste of money.

I had been diagnosed with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. The oncologist said she couldn't promise anything ... I could die. But ... the good news was ... people who got cancer would want the cancer I was stricken with. Why? 'Now' ... people could ... survive it.

I was too sick to sit, talk with others who were being treated for it. In the waiting room, Skip would do the talking. Skip was always positive ... he 'knew' I was going to live. He was afraid of losing me ... just as I was when later he was diagnosed with colon cancer.

Unknowing to Skip, I was deciding on 'how I wanted to die', if I found out I was dying at any point in time. I meant to have some control in my life ... my ... death.

I was determined to have in reach whatever I needed ... if I needed to take matters into my own hands. I would take a bottle of medicine that was lethal. I would fall asleep without suffering any longer than I needed to. I wasn't going to lay in a bed ... knowing ... that my end was near.

No ... I was going to have control ... why would I prolong my pain, my suffering if I were going to live. Why prolong my life if I could say goodbye with a smile ... the way ... I wanted to? Why let me lay there gasping for my last breath, looking horrible ... leaving that picture in someone's mind who loved me? I feel I should have the right to leave this damn earth ... with a smile on my face.

I haven't thought about this in years, until ... I saw on the news about the 29 year old woman who had her 'death medicine' to take. She has brain cancer, and she is dying. She was taking control of when she wanted to die ... November 2nd.

As I watched this young woman talk ... I understood her. She should have the right to have control of her life ... the moment when she was ready to let go of it. Why in the world would she want to suffer all the time it would take to lay there ... dying?

This is a 'Gloria Opinion' ... there's no need for anyone to argue with me. I don't do that ... I know what I think ... and I don't come to my decisions to think a certain way, easily. I do a lot of thinking, listening, watching. I respect your opinions ... know you do the same. It isn't easy to do that.

People are jumping up and down about her decision to have control in her own death. Don't you think if you have control of your ... life ... you should have control over your death if you are dying? Say your goodbyes, have the chance to talk to the people you love? I believe in this.

I think the people who jump up and down ... are the people who have never had to face ... death in the face. They don't have the understanding of how it feels to ... know you are going to die. Their bodies haven't been through the surgeries, chemotherapy treatments, the painful tests, all it takes to help you survive cancer.

Yes, I would want to die with dignity, if I knew I was going to die. At that one time when 'I knew' ... I was ready if I had to. The thing was ... I never lost my will to fight.

Call it vain ... call it what you will ... I wouldn't have wanted to lay in front of someone dying ... making awful sounds, expressions of death. Doing this hour upon hour ... suffering ... making someone who loved me ... suffer.

I would want to 'do it my way' ... with my hair combed ... my eyes filled with a smile, my Heart full of love ... my voice soft ... as I told the person I loved dearly ... goodbye. I would want to let them hold my hand as I closed my eyes, laid me down to pure peace ... died the way I wanted to.

Crazy? No, it isn't. Strange? It might be. Working at a hospital, around patients of all types ... watching many die ... helped me form my 'Gloria Opinion'.

I want to die when it's time ... with dignity.



Photo/Story Credit belongs to me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka #Granny Gee

Thursday, October 2, 2014

What In The World Would I Have Done If ... I Had No Outlet?

What In The World Would I Have Done If ... I Had No Outlet?
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee







 

I've been thinking a lot about my son, Tommy, lately. Do you know ... I really, really, really miss him. I tell Skip that I miss him so much ... Skip does, too. Skip and Tommy were best friends, and very close.

I will tell you about my grief now, after four years. Tommy died on May 29, 2010.

I wish I could tell you how in the world ... I ... came to accept his death. Looking back ... I see such darkness. I came from that darkness after living in it almost three years. This past year ... the fourth year ... something changed inside me.

Once that happened ... I've been able to cope with the loss of Tommy. I don't cry like I did. Inside ... I still cry ... but, it's not like 'before'. I'm going to be alright, now. This happened this past year.

I think writing, and writing so much ... helped me. In fact, I know it did. I don't remember all I've written ... but, I can look back at anytime, to see.

What in the world would I have done if ... I had no outlet?

 

Photo/Story Credit belongs to me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka & grannygee. My grief today ... after four years. I'm going to be alright, now. It doesn't mean the pain has gone away ... it means ... I'm going to be alright.