One Way Or Other... Something Was Going To Give

One Way Or Other... Something Was Going To Give

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


She walked out of the doorway with a dread, she knew she would face obstacles in her path on her way home to eat lunch.  Her name was Gloria, she was fifteen.  She walked home to eat lunch her mother prepared for her each school day.

Gloria had come to her mother's home to live.  She called one day out of desperation for her mother to come get her.  She'd been living with her father, stepmother, two half-sisters.

Her father, stepmother, two half-sisters had done the ultimate to her.  She couldn't believe it all began with a lie... her two half-sisters whom she got into trouble for, took the blame for... had lied on her.

She loved her sisters, she thought they loved her.  She learned they only used her as teenage girls will do... to keep from getting into trouble.  She became the scapegoat... her sisters knew she would take the blame, she was the oldest... she would protect her sisters.

One of her sisters used their father's razor ... taken it from his bathroom.   Not only had it been used... it'd been put back 'dirty.'

Gloria had never walked into her father's bathroom... she was afraid of him, respected him so much...  she'd never stepped across the invisible lines he put between them.

The sister who used the razor put it back, unclean... in his bathroom.  Gloria never knew when it happened .... until her stepmother grabbed her by her arm, forcing her into the bathroom in hers, her sisters' bedroom.

She began screaming at Gloria!  Did you use your father's razor, put it back in his bathroom dirty?!!!  Gloria stood there in shock, not understanding why her stepmother was screaming at her... shocked numb.

"No, no, I didn't use his razor.  I never go in his bathroom," she told her stepmother.  "You damn liar, you!" the stepmother screamed at her.  "No, I didn't use it, I promise you I didn't use it!"

Gloria stood there, blinded by pain... tears in her eyes.  She had just been beaten by her stepmother.  She almost fainted, she didn't see it coming, her stepmother struck so fast.

"Honest, I didn't do it, I didn't do it!"  The stepmother slapped her in the face again, blood splattered everywhere.  "You are going to clean that up!" the stepmother screamed.  "You are nothing but a damn liar!"

Gloria stood there, dazed and confused.  In her mind, the words "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, why... God?"  She heard a new voice....

"You damn little bitch!  You are nothing but, a liar!  You are just like your mother!"  Gloria went into a deeper shock, numb to almost falling to the floor.  Her father never spoke to her... now, she was hearing him scream at her, screaming bad things at her!

She looked into his face, a face so much like hers.  Her eyes begged him to believe her.  His eyes held pure hatred in them for her, they blazed with hot fire.  His hand shot out, slapped her so hard she fell against the sink.  Her father's hand hit her for the first... last time.

She fell to the floor as they walked out of her bathroom.  The stepmother saying "Bobby, that's enough!"  She weeped, no one came to comfort her.  She was too ashamed to walk out of the bathroom, she knew everyone hated her now.  It was out in the open.

She walked into the bedroom where her two half-sisters sat on their beds.  They'd heard, seen all that transpired.  One of them had used their father's razor... let this happen to her.  Gloria looked at them through swollen eyes, blood on her face, her clothes... they wouldn't look up at her.

The guilty party didn't come forward... she sat there on her bed, looking down at the floor.  Gloria looked at her, thinking how many times she'd gotten into trouble for her, took the blame.  This time, was the last time ever she'd take the blame for her.

Gloria knew she couldn't continue to live there.  It was a wonderful home, wonderful people... but, they hated her because she was her father's first child by another woman.  Gloria knew there was a lot of jealousy, anger at her... she tried to do all she could to help in the house, do her schoolwork, talk softly, not bother anyone.  Nothing made the difference....

This was it....  Gloria went to school.  For the first time, she shared with a friend what really went on in her life.  This friend thought she was perfect, with a perfect family, a perfect home, life.

How shocked she was to learn what happened... saying she'd help her get away.  Gloria decided between two options to leave, she'd either do it by suicide, or by... running away.  She chose running away, this time.

She'd heard her stepmother tell her two half-sisters to 'keep an eye on Gloria Faye, tell me if she tries to use a phone, watch her in the halls at school.'  Gloria wanted to use the coin phone in the hall for students... she needed her friend to watch out for her.

Her friend, Barbara, watched for her as she called her mother to please come get her.  That's all she had to say to her mama... her mama, Aunt Ruby,  were there by the time she got home from school.

Gloria's heart was in her throat, she was very afraid.  At the same time she knew her mama would whip her stepmother's ass for beating her .... one could look at Gloria, see on her pretty face, that she'd been slapped around, beaten.  Not only that... her very soul was bruised.

All they had to do was look into her eyes, on her skin... there were bruises, scratches.  Some places still had traces of blood that wouldn't wash off no matter how she scrubbed her face.

When the school bus stopped at the end of the long driveway, Gloria looked up to the huge house they lived in.  She loved the house, and.... there was a strange car in the driveway, two women standing outside the car.  Oh, mama!!!  Tears came in her eyes, her throat choked up... my mama is here to get me!

Gloria's thoughts began to flutter like birds inside a cage.  Some beat against the bars of her mind's cage... she was scared.  She knew who the other woman was with her mama.  It was her Aunt Ruby... her mama and aunt meant business.

Gloria knew she was going to get to leave with her mama, now.  Her stepmother was very hot-tempered, scary when she was mad.... but, she wasn't a match for Gloria's mama, much-less her mama, and her aunt together.

Gloria, her two half-sisters walked in silence up the driveway.  One could hear angry voices....

Not so long after Gloria walked up to her mama, aunt.... she was on her way back to live with her mother.  Gloria learned a lot more about her stepmother during the short exchange of angry, vicious words... she learned that her stepmother .... lied, also.

Her stepmother kept two things that weren't hers to keep, when she took them forcefully from Gloria, it was on pretense of taking care of them for her.... 'so you won't lose them.'

Her stepmother took them, placed them in a mosaic box that held things she wanted to make earrings from... for her own two daughters.

She said Gloria's ear lobes were 'too big' to have pierced ears...... (Gloria didn't have big ear lobes, and she was just as tiny as her half-sisters, and the prettiest.... she never knew this at that time... she never knew she'd lost all her baby fat, had a beautiful figure.... it took months for her eyes to open, for her to realize it... she'd lived in fear for so long.)

When Gloria asked for her mama's St. Christopher necklace, her Grandma Alma's ring before leaving, her stepmother said these very words to her, throwing her into another shock:  "Don't you remember, you lost them?"  The expression in her stepmother's eyes was... a mixture of smiling, satisfaction... she'd gotten the best of Gloria Faye.......

Shocked that her stepmother was lying, keeping her mother's St. Christopher necklace... and her Grandma Alma's antique engagement ring.... numbed Gloria.  She was weakened from pure shock that her stepmother wasn't going to give those precious things back to her.

This affected Gloria for many months to come... especially when her Grandma Alma cried when learning about her beautiful antique diamond engagement ring.

Guilt ate at Gloria, it still bothers her as an older woman.  Her mind goes back to the moment her stepmother picked them up.... taking them quickly to put them in that box of hers, to 'protect them for Gloria.'

Gloria had too much respect, fear...  to say anything to her stepmother, except softly saying, "I won't lose them, I treasure them."  It hurt her deeply when her stepmother wouldn't give them back to her... she never heard her.

Now, more obstacles were in her path... she'd come back to live with her mother.  She began school at the time it began desegregating... black, white students at the same school.  There was a lot of tension... bad things were happening in, out of school in that area.

Gloria stood in the doorway looking down the steps, to the sidewalk.  On the left-hand side, a group of black students were standing there, laughing and talking.

This was her obstacle each day now, to walk home to eat lunch at her mother's.  They made life bad for her... they would step out in front of her, blocking her her path.  They would say ugly things to her... thinking she was too small to fight back, say anything.

The strange thing was .... they mistakened silence for weakness.  Gloria wasn't weak, she'd had to fight all of her fifteen years to be there, at that moment.  Silence, a soft smile.... was her only way to avoid confrontation.  They didn't accept it, they made her life hell each day as she had to pass by them.

We all know that when you boil water in a kettle... and leave the top on.... it's going to let off steam one way, or other.  Gloria had become a little water kettle... the steam kept building, she kept trying to avoid confrontation until one day...

"I will fight everyone of you here!  You may kill me, I don't care, I'm tired of all this bullshit!  I will fight a bear, now!"  Gloria blew up, nice no longer.

She was ready to fight, die... whatever it took now... to knock this out of her path.  She'd waited too long ... but, there were so many students against her... there were about ten students, all bigger than her.

A big, black girl looked at Gloria, walked up to her... looked down at her with a strange expression.  "You'll fight all of.... she looked around as she spoke... all of us?"

Gloria felt such fear, but... to see her eyes, the black girl knew Gloria meant for something to happen 'now'.... no matter if she didn't come out as the winner.

Gloria nodded her head, said "yes!  I will fight a bear if need be!"  She was afraid, but.. she looked each student in the eye, and said, "I mean it!"

She heard laughter, knew that she was going to die here, right now.  They were going to gang up on her, kill her.  She just knew that when one passed that first lick... she'd turn into a fighter... fight to the death... even if it was her ...own death.

The big, black girl looked down at her, her eyes had softened.  Gloria looked back up into her eyes, confused.  The big, black girl told her to go on, they didn't have any fight with her.

Tears were in Gloria's eyes, she was a mixture of pent-up anger, fear, in fight or flight mode... for a moment she didn't know what she was supposed to do.

Gloria's eyes began to really see each black student... when she really looked at each one of them... she began to see.... kind expressions.  Those kind expressions were directed at her!  She didn't see hatred!  She couldn't believe it.

She stood there shaking, she smiled back at each one of them.... walked off in disbelief that... she was still in one piece.  They could have killed her, or hurt her badly.... she wondered 'why?' they didn't gang up on her.

Already before, black and white students were fighting, hurting each other... wonder 'why?' they didn't get her?  She'd been easy for them all to ... attack.

She walked home to her mother's house, ate little hush puppies and navy beans, drank ice tea... that her mother had prepared for her.  Gloria never forgot to this day, what her lunch was that day.  She ate it while experiencing many emotions at once.... feeling such peace inside knowing the black students didn't want to hurt her.

There after for the time Gloria attended that school, the black students treated her good.  They became her friends... in this one instance... Gloria found peace of mind in her tumultuous life... it became one less obstacle in her path.  Not only that, she can look back through the years to that moment in time... feel good about it inside.

She meant to knock that obstacle out of her path... one way or other.... even if it meant dying.  One way or other... something was going to give....

Death Smiled At Me...

Death Smiled At Me...

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


I stood listening to the chatter around me.  I felt nervous, without understanding... why.  I looked around as I smiled at the people in my immediate group.

It was a dark night, the lighting being like the one we stood in.  We stood in a pool of light that rained down from the pole near us.  Outside of the circle of light... one couldn't see for the blanket of darkness.

One by one, some couples... drifted off to turn in for the night.  I wanted to go to the bathroom.  Another girl said she'd walk with me... I was comforted by that.  I didn't want to be alone.

I could see fleeting glimpses of a coat, shoes, arm, leg in the other lights around in the distance, as people passed under them on the way to their destinations.

The girl I walked with, knew where the bathrooms were.  I'd never been to this camp in the wilderness before.  I had come here to sing.  I had won a free trip to this camp because I won a singing contest.  I was excited.

The only thing was ...though I had made it through my song with a lot of applause, I was disappointed in myself.  No one knew I had lost confidence in myself... just before going on stage, I panicked.  I forgot all the words to my song, and.... I hadn't been practicing to sing... at all.

Thankfully, all went well... it would be sometime before I could forget how I felt, when I let myself down.  I couldn't believe I would do that... to 'me.'

Was that a branch snapping somewhere behind us?  The girl talked non-stop.  I wanted her to shut up, I like to listen to my surroundings... more-so, when I felt nervous. I realized... I'm afraid.  Afraid of what?  This was a wonderful place to come to, to spend time at, to socialize with people who liked the same things I did.  I heard it ... again.

We walked on, I asked the girl how much further would it be.  She said we'd just turn that corner, and wallah.... sure enough there it... was.

I knew instantly ... I didn't want to go inside.  No... I don't want to go inside.  There stood a big, old house.... unpainted from what I could see in the dim light surrounding it.  Dim lights in the open windows... we walked to the porch.  I didn't want the girl to know I was afraid.

She opened the door, told me to walk straight ahead in the hallway... to the end.  There, see that door.... open it, and there's the bathroom.  I don't know why, nor where she stepped off to.  My mind was on getting to the bathroom... I didn't want to walk down that long hall.  I was feeling fear... why?

There were open doorways along my walk down that long hall.  I passed them all... to the closed doorway ahead.  I opened it, felt relief, the lights were on in here.  I took a deep breath, went to the stall, went inside.

I washed, dried my hands, looked into the mirror.  This girl can't pass a mirror without playing in it.  I was pretty, I knew it... though I didn't walk around vain... maybe I did, but... I wasn't an 'ugly-vain'.  I was so happy to be able to love 'me' now, when I saw 'myself', I was always so happy to.

I opened the bathroom door to step into the hall... I stopped after walking as far as the first door.  I saw whom I thought was the girl who walked with me, for a moment.  She disappeared into darkness... I looked ahead, wanting only to get down the hall, out of this house.

He stood there at the end of the hall, looking at me through a mask.  I saw his big eyes, I saw evil staring back at me.  He held a long knife in his right hand... it seemed to be dripping.  I couldn't look to see what was dripping from it... I instantly went on alert, I was afraid.  I was weak from fear.

I stood there as he began walking slowly toward me.  Those big, cruel eyes staring at me.  He began grinning.... I became more afraid.  I knew... I was going to die.  I knew I was going to die, but... not without doing something to defend myself.

I began walking fast toward  him, smiling.... I wanted him to think I had a weapon, I wasn't afraid of him.  He began smiling bigger, raised his hand, kept on coming toward me... too late, I knew I was looking death in the face.  The knife began coming down to stab me, those awful eyes smiling into mine... as the knife almost struck home...

Wake up!  Wake up!  My bed covers were being pulled..... Skip was waking me up.  It's all right, it's all right!   I was screaming as I came out of my dream, sleep.  'Please help me!  Please help me!'

I got up, went to the bathroom... unafraid... now.  :)))  I was home, Skip, and the Pups won't let anything hurt me.  I was safe.
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Note:  I awoke this morning from a nightmare so real... it became my story for the day.  Do you dream in color, or black and white?  I always dream in color... and always heard people say they dream in black and white.... I wonder if that's true?

I'm so glad when I woke up... I was home in my own bed... I was glad to be alive, to know that I didn't... die.  Just suppose as we dreamed our dreams... they were real to the point when we woke up.... we would be in the shape we were in ... while in our dreams?  Sometimes, we are in a mental 'shape' until we awake enough to know 'that it's only a dream.'

I would be full of holes now... hurting, bleeding, crying.  Well, maybe not crying as I knew I was getting ready to die from that knife....

I'm so glad my dreams aren't real... but, while I dream... they are real... my mind knows no difference at the time.  Does yours?  In my mind, I knew I was going to die...... I couldn't have felt anymore fear if it were really happening.

Walking fast toward death... I was going to try to bluff it... I had no weapon in my hand.  Too late... I knew I had make a mistake... Death smiled at me... it, too... knew I'd made a mistake.  He was laughing as he brought his knife down... The eyes, the smile... Death smiled at me.

:)))  Granny Gee/Gloria  :)))

Just Tell Me ... Why?

Just Tell Me... Why?

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I wonder why many things.  Do you?  I can be driving somewhere, see something... wonder 'why?'  Walking around, looking at people, things... wonder 'why?'

You can be talking, laughing, in the midst of doing something... I wonder 'why?'  The same with me, 'why?'

Why... do we do anything?  Just 'why?'  Why do people do mean things?  Is it because they are naturally mean, cold-hearted, ruthless?  Yes, I think that plays a big role in their merciless acts.  Do you agree?

Home invasions, murders, robberies... all of these things take great thought.  Do you agree?  For my friends in other countries... here in the USA we have home invasions quite frequently... especially now... it's Christmas.  People have other things occupying their minds, never thinking they should be safety-conscious, also.

Walking in a Walmart parking lot, or in a high-end store parking lot can be just as dangerous.  People who look like you and I, stroll toward us ... we don't feel threatened, not at all.  They want to ask directions, get your attention... you see a pistol pointing at you.  You've just been robbed........ why?  Why did they pick .... you?

Why do people ... reach out to touch your life when you aren't even aware of them?  Why do they feel they have the right to do that?  Is it because we may dress, act, think like people.... but..... we are still ... animals?  Is it like a herd of cattle ... there are predators circling around to prey on the isolated cows.

I think all the time, I watch all the time... if you look to where people don't naturally look... you see things ... things you really aren't meant to see.  Do you ever think about this?  Do you ever look for 'detail' in what your eyes see in life, a photo?  Do you 'see what others don't see'.... sometimes, I forget to, too.

Why?  Is it because we don't want to see, know the real truth?  Do we fool ourselves into thinking things are like we want them to be?  Are you like me, wishing... wanting everything to be good... you don't want to see the bad?

Have you ever experienced being in a bad situation, no way out?  You have only yourself to count on?  You didn't bring the situation on... you were there at the wrong place, wrong time?  You 'just walked into someone else's world, and things weren't working out for them.'

You instantly know something is wrong.... you want outta there, now.  When you speak, you already know they hate you... though they don't know you.  It may be your hair, your face, your color, your body build... it doesn't matter, they'll hate you anyway.

Through time, I've been in many places, many experiences... so, it was bound to happen from time to time.  Especially when one is in very unusual places, knows unusual people who... may appear 'everyday' to you.  People are never what they seem, do you agree?

Can you remember being very young... thinking so and so are so wonderful, perfect?  Do you remember how you would look up to people you thought perfect, could never utter a single mean word, could never stop smiling?  Do you remember?

Do you remember when.... they turned, you caught a different side of them?  A not so pleasant side of them?  Do you remember the shock, disbelief of ... the realization sinking in to numb your mind.... 'hey, I can't believe so and so could possibly be like this!'

Do you remember how such would affect you in such an awful way?  It's painful to learn people aren't who we think they are.... it's worse, when we know we 'are all right'...... to find out that .... 'they haven't been all right.'  They've been 'bad' all along.  It's an awful awakening.... realizing what 'we saw, heard'.... was what 'we wanted to see.'

It's awful to know that you've been a real friend only to find out too late... your best friend ... has been your 'real' enemy.  How many of you have experienced that?  We all have... guess what?  All of us will have these kind of friends through out the rest of our life.... especially if there's something to be gained from us.

The more those kind of friends smile, laugh along with you, cheer you on... the more they want you to fail.  You know that kind of friend...... when you 'break into pieces' when you fall... they get to pick up pieces of you... get it all for free.... just because they were your ... 'friend'.  We don't need enemies for 'good friends' like these.  Do you agree?

Friends .... I wonder if there's such a thing as real friends?  I think people are 'friends' for many reasons... some reasons we'd be surprised at ... if the truth was known.  Secretly... think about 'why you are friends with certain people, be honest, now.'  Do you see what I mean?  I do know there are real friends, I think I may have several real friends......

You have friends for when you go to work.... they aren't your friends outside of work.  You have friends when you go to church... you act differently around these friends.  You have friends when you go out to party... you really act differently when out with them.  Friends of all kinds, at different places.... you act like a different person with each type of friend.  Why?

Why are we different at different places, around different people, when we go home.... why are we completely different there?

I know when I come home 'away from the world'.... I am different.  The pain that tortures me throughout my every moment..... is hidden when I'm 'out in the world.'

When I come home, I can moan, groan all I want to... I don't have to smile to pretend I'm all right... the same way with my grief.  I can come home and 'be me.'

You don't have to see, put up with my pain, grief.  If my feelings are hurt, or something made me happy... I can come home to vent my anger, swear if need be.... hug myself with the happiness I'm feeling.... no one need to see 'all that.'  :)))

When I come home... I can take off my pretty shoes, my uncomfortable dress clothes... and put on my 'relaxing clothes'.... same way with our everyday actions out in the real world... we don't have to be 'what others expect us to be'... we are home now, we can just 'be us.'  Why?  Why can't we be 'just us' .... when out in the real world?

Are we more vulnerable if we show 'our real colors?'  If our 'enemies' saw how we really are, don't you think they'd ... know our weakness?  Know where to prey on us?  What do you think?  Think about it... we only let our closest of closest people... really 'see us'..... am I right?

I'll have to be honest here... I've 'hidden myself' since I learned to at an early age.  I've hidden physical, mental pain ... I've hidden pain by displaying anger.  The angrier I seemed... the more I was crying on the inside.  As I became older... I learned to hide the anger most of the time... with a soft smile, soft words.  Why?

To try to give myself a chance to look at the problem, person who caused my pain....  'see why' I'm feeling the way I am.  This way, I don't hurt someone unnecessarily when I may have misunderstood.  I'm not perfect, so, I have made mistakes.

Why?  Because... I forgot to smile, use soft words.  Why?  Because I let my weakness show... I became angry... I didn't control my emotions.... why?  Because ... I'm not perfect?  Why?

Because... because... because......................................................................I'm not perfect, I am only Granny Gee... me, I'm not perfect.  Why?  :)))  Why?  :(((  Why?  :)))

I Heard My Stomach Say ... Hello

I Heard My Stomach Say ... Hello
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


I sat here writing this morning when I heard a voice say 'hello'... actually when I heard it, I 'felt' my stomach say hello.  Oh yes, I did!

This is the first time I've ever had my body say 'hello' to me.  Isn't it a miracle, isn't it... special?!!!

Now... when I'm alone... and want someone to talk to me... my stomach will.  I know you are sitting there 'like is she crazy or something?'

No, I'm not crazy... but, I do have a wild imagination, a colorful imagination.  I'm trying to unlock the many doors to it.  It's hard to do so, I might add.  There's some 'good stuff in there'... if I can just get to it.  :)))

I used to be funny, witty, a clown... somewhere over time... well, the past two years, I lost that side of me.  For the first time since Tommy's been gone, I feel myself wanting to be fun-loving again.  I want to joke, laugh again.

So, when the voice from my stomach said 'hello'... I knew my imagination was trying to get in touch with me.  Let's have some fun, it's telling me.  Let's laugh, be silly like you used to be.... not stupid, but... silly, funny.

Now... I've got to find all the keys to those many doors to being silly, funny, happy.  It's time because a voice in my stomach said 'hello' to me... I know it was my imagination... but, why.... speak to me from my stomach?

I'm not hungry... but, yes.. maybe I am for laughter, joking.  I feel it coming on sometimes... get gone as quickly as it comes.

I don't know where the keys went, but... as time goes by ... and you laugh at something I say... you'll know I found one of the keys to a door that opens to silliness, fun, humor.

I hope I find a key soon!  I want to open up doors to wonderful colors, bright sunshine.  Can you imagine running to this door, that door.... opening them quickly, and colored lights of all happy colors come spilling out over you.... like paints of all colors... only....the colors of lights won't get on you!  :)))

Happy colors of all kinds... peace of mind... light-hearted humor... happiness... special, bright thoughts... sunshine... blue sky... yellow buttercups... dragonflies... butterflies... rainbows with soft, special colors... special words that instantly lift one's heart reading them.  Did you feel it?

Now... this is what I thought when my stomach said 'hello'.... yes, I heard it say that just as plain as if.... you said 'hello' to me!  Yes, I did!  :)))

"Imagination, how are you doing?  I've missed you so much!  You... color my world with happy colors!  Welcome back!"  I knew you were back when I heard my stomach... say 'hello'......... :)))

My Granny Gee Smile! :)))

December 04, 2012....



My Granny Gee Smile!  :)))

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I heard a little, sweet voice say over the phone
Granny Gee, I love you, I love you the most
Was it wishful thinking, was it a dream?

I listened closely to try to catch every word
I didn't want to miss a thing
Taban had to say... was this a dream?

He said he had just lost his first tooth
Excitement in his voice, the Tooth Fairy was coming
In my mind, I saw a little girl waiting many years ago

A photo, followed by many, came in over my cellphone
I could hear the special sound it made as each came
My little cellphone now... held dear treasures

Treasures, photos of my very own ... grandson
As I lay my head down, I could hear my cellphone
Making that special sound... over and over, 39 times

I was half asleep, smiling a Granny Gee smile
I wondered if this was real, or was it wishful thinking
This morning I got up, looked, found out... it wasn't a dream

Can you feel me smiling through the tears
Feel the love that's beating from my Granny Gee heart?
Thank you, Taban's mommy... for making a dream come true

I'm so happy, thankful
That it wasn't wishful thinking

Nor... was is a dream   :))) My Granny Gee Smile!!!  :)))

Treasure In My Heart's Chest...

Treasure In My Heart's Chest...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


A little boy's voice said to me
I love you very much
Now, I'm not used to hearing such

He said he loved me most
I told him I love you, too
Not only that, I miss you

This is another memory
Another treasure in my heart's chest
I can think about when my mind's at rest

I love you little Taban
I love my precious grandson
Granny Gee's only one

You lost your first tooth, waiting for the tooth fairy
On December 04, 2012, a photo was sent to me
It was a tooth on the bottom, I could see!  :)))

I love, miss you, Taban
You are my little grandson
I love you, my little precious one

'That's My Story... I'm Sticking To It'

'That's My Story... I'm Sticking To It'

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ...December 06, 2012

I stood out on the porch this morning before daylight listening.  I could hear dogs in the distance barking.  The sound of their barking made me wonder 'why' they were barking so... ferociously.

Did they see a deer close by, or a person?  Were the dogs in a fence, or running free?  The barking stayed in one area, I assumed they were in their fence, like our Pups always are (our Pups go in and out when they want to, they are house Pups :))).

Did I hear a scream?  Was it a person the dogs were barking at?  Someone who shouldn't be there in their territory?  Someone the dogs would defend their territory against?

The man was furtive in his movements, never realizing he was being watched.  He knew what he wanted, that was to break into the house to rob it.  He also, knew the woman was living there alone... he would have her, too.

He slipped up to the fenced-in yard, swung himself over the fence... stood there for a moment.  The next thing he knew was ... pure pain, confusion, shock.  He was being attacked, he couldn't see what was attacking him.

He felt his flesh being ripped, he screamed.  Lights came on around him, he heard a woman's voice speak out... he saw what was attacking him.  Two Rottweilers... two huge Rottweilers who went running to their master, sat down on either side of her.  He was looking into a gun held in her small hand.

As she stood there, she was speaking into her cellphone.  He wanted to get back across the fence... the line he should have never crossed.  He made a movement... freezing when he heard her icy voice telling him not to move, or she'd shoot.

He turned around to measure her up, deciding whether to call her bluff.  He saw her eyes, knew he would surely die if he decided to run.  The little woman meant he'd better not move again.  He waited.....

Did you realize that when we hear sounds we don't see... our minds begin making up stories?  The beginning of a story above was something that instantly went through my mind as I listened to the dogs barking in the distance.

I heard sirens as they passed by... I felt something terrible must have happened.  The dogs were quiet now, in the distance.  I stood there on my porch listening closely.  I couldn't hear anything now.....

The deputy sheriff's car drove up to the woman's fence, stopped at the gate.  Both men got out, sizing up the situation.  In front of them was a small, attractive woman standing on her porch... two big Rottweilers sat beside her, one on each side.  In her hands was a pistol pointed at....

They looked at the man... he was a big man, not bad looking if you were a woman looking at him.  He looked to be about something... so, why was he here?  They could see blood on his shirt, pants.

They arrested the man, the little woman walked up to him as he stood there in cuffs.  She looked up into his eyes, motioned for him to put his head down to hear her... when his face was within close range... she slapped the hell out of him.  She turned, walked off..... into the 'sun-rise'..... :O)))

This is my story that my mind made up... and 'I'm sticking to it'............. :)))

 

Granny Gee's Christmas Card To You!

'DOODLES' BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES/AKA GRANNY GEE

       

 'DOODLES' BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES/AKA GRANNY GEE... THAT'S ME!!! :)))

That's Just Not Right!

That's Just Not Right!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I was talking to you on the phone
When I noticed something... just not right
I kept on talking with you

As I talked, I walked by the mirror once again
Engrossed in what you had to say
When... again, I noticed something

Something's just not .... right
Not right at all... you got my attention again
With what you had to say

In the back of my mind I knew
I could walk at anytime by the mirror
To check out what I felt ... just wasn't right

We talked, we laughed
All the while my mind stayed on something
I thought I saw when walking by the mirror

All of a sudden I said to you
That I've got to go!
It dawned on me what was... just not right!

I ran to the mirror, looked into my face
Oh my God, I had a mustache, thick and full
I'm a girl... I just knew... that wasn't right!

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Note:  Last night I had a dream ... I was talking on the phone when
I looked into the mirror... I saw a beautiful mustache on my mouth.
I admired it until.... I remembered 'I'm a girl... something's just not
right!'  Then... I became upset, woke up..........................................
I had to write about it.

When Tommy was living, he would make me laugh so much, when
we were talking and something was amiss... he'd say 'That's just not
right!'  The way he would say it would make me laugh non-stop!  I
miss your fun ways, Son.  I love and miss you with my heart...............