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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee
I walked up the steps into the old store
That George operated by himself
I looked into the glass display cabinet
At the bars of candy... penny candy... bubble gum
I want some candy, I thought to myself
I would like a Mary Jane, or a Bit-of-Honey
No! I want those red wax lips I see there
My mouth waters as I remember how good they are!
I see the BB Bats, and Sugar Babies neatly stacked
Oh my! I see my favorite candy bar of them all
Seven-Up bars, I loved the orange part covered with chocolate!
My eyes moved to the drink machine, so did my body
A little girl stood there deciding what to pick
She saw a Orange Crush in the water with ice floating around
I want that drink, she thought
George, may I have a drink and candy bar
She asked the blind man standing there
I have a dime and nickel, some pennies
Do I have enough?
George said "Faye, pick a drink and candy bar out"
She picked out the Seven Up candy bar, the Orange Crush
I was so thirsty from running, playing
George smiled his soft, special smile at her
George loved children, treated them good
Children loved George
Faye was no exception
As she neared the door, Faye looked in the corner
She almost dropped her drink!
Oh George, you have to see
There's a giant spider on a web in the corner!
George turned his head, looked in the corner
There he 'saw' that spider with his sightless eyes
"It's just a big garden spider, is it black and yellow?"
"Yes, George, it's black and yellow"
It won't hurt you, Faye
Now, you run along and play
She went through the door, down the steps
Ready for adventure, she went her way
***George was my step-grandfather... I only knew him as grandfather, though I called him 'George'. I never knew another grandfather in my life...
George was a special man, I will write more about him. I loved him with my heart... I wish as a child I could have just appreciated him so much more than I did.
How could I have known? A child has to learn as they grow up so many things... sometimes it takes... years. It took me many years to realize just how special George was to everyone through time... I had to grow up... to understand.
I will write more about George... he deserves to be remembered, never forgotten.