By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Humor me … I’ve been thinking about the GMO fish we will be eating in the future … near future. They don’t have to label it so, we won’t know when we are eating it.

Just humor me for the moment … I’m wondering ‘why?’ they won’t label it as such … and why? they don’t want us to know what we are eating.  Why would they take away our right to know about this ‘fish’ we will be eating?

Do you remember my story about we might be crackers someday … ‘We Are Going To Be A Damn Cracker Before We Know It’.  Remember the movie … Soylent? People … when they died … were turned into crackers to feed ‘the world’.  Look at end of this … you can read my story:  We Are Going To Be A Damn Cracker Before We Know It.

Now … you are getting the picture … I see your face.  I hate to even finish what I am wondering … but, I will.  Just because I am wondering something … thinking it … doesn’t mean it’ll be so, or … it’s so.  You know how we all become suspicious when we are told we aren’t allowed to know something … especially when it comes to what we are eating, putting in our bodies.  I’m no exception.

I heard on tv today that the fish is ‘long, eel-like’.  A picture came into my mind … pink, flesh-like. Are you getting the picture?  Pink … flesh-like?  Human?  I wonder if there will be any bones in it? What kind of bones?  If no bones … will the fish be processed and … sliced?

I’m grinning now … of course, we aren’t going to be eating each other … are we?  Is it possible we’ll become both crackers … and ‘fish’?


WE ARE GOING TO BE A DAMN CRACKER BEFORE WE KNOW IT …By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I was just reading another article that makes me think we really are going to be a cracker before we know it. I’m sitting here thinking I don’t want to be a ‘damn’… (yes, I know I said ‘damn’, once again… I have the right to say it… just read back in my stories!)… damn cracker. 
Why? Because I don’t want anyone to be eating on me! I can’t imagine anyone spreading peanut butter between crackers… that are ‘me’! Then… bite me! 
I knew when I was a young girl that the movie ‘Soylent Green’ made little alarms go off in my mind! I knew it! I knew by the time I got ‘old’… probably old people would be turned into crackers… to be eaten by the whole world! I knew it! 
I just read an article about a ‘mock’ petition being signed by younger people… to euthanize ‘old’ people to lower healthcare cost. Here’s the link: Guess what? People were ready to sign the mock petition… they wanted the old people out of the way… 
Okay, what would happen next? Yes, you guessed right… they wouldn’t want to waste all of ‘us old people’… so, what could they do with them? ‘Old people’ are already thought to be ‘dry, airy, light’. Why, they’d turn us all into crackers! ‘We’ are already part of the way ‘done’!!! 
Now, can you imagine apologizing to your grandma, grandpa… great-grandma, great-grandpa… saying, ‘I’m so sorry I’ve got to eat you, granny, I’m hungry! If your grandchild never liked you, he’d say, ‘I’m gonna eat your ass’! Lord, only knows what people would say, do …when eating someone else’s grandpa, grandma! 
Skip said if this ever becomes a reality, and he’s still around… he would like two dozen Barbara Eden crackers! That Skip!  )) Can you see all of us…. ‘old people’… packaged up in pretty boxes, each with our own name on them? I would want my box to be a very happy, colored box inviting people to eat me. Oh no! I’m ‘old’, even I was wanting to be a cracker in a happy-colored box! Just to be in a happy-colored box… I’d be a cracker! No way! 
If you see a box with my name on it… you better not bite me, think you can chew me up…. swallow me. I’m going to make you sick! I mean it! I’m worried now, because…. we are going to be a damn cracker before we know it!

As a young girl I watched Soylent Green… alarms went off in my young mind… I knew by the time I got old… old people would be turned into …crackers!

Note by this Author:

My thoughts above are exactly what I wrote.  Just suppose … they have found a way to remedy the problem of having room to bury people.  Just suppose, they make us … into crackers and … fish!  :)

Photo/real thoughts owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.









By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

(I dedicate this poem to a special person who was once in my Life … Earline Jackson Williams)



I’m not here … but, there

I’m not here … but, there

I just can’t tell you where

I’m inside myself

I have nobody left

To hold, love me

I’m just the shell you see

My life here on earth is done

All I can do is wait for Death to come

No, don’t try to bring me back

My Life’s spirit … I lack

My love has gone away

I have nothing more to do, say

You see my shell moving around

I live in my house without sound

The only life you see are my tears

That fall on on my face as Death nears

Let me go to him … let me die

I’m so lonely … I cry

I sit in my chair each day

I can’t focus on life … what did you say?

I hear you but, I don’t … why?

Because I’m already gone I sigh

I’m not here … but, there

I just can’t tell you where

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Note by this Author:

I woke up thinking about our elderly neighbors (couple) we lived beside once.  They loved Skip and I … we loved them.

In fact, I was the first person she called when he was dying.  I held his hand as he took his last breath, talking softly to him … telling him everything was going to be alright and that we loved him.

I’ll never forget watching her as I would check on her … I never saw anything like it.  She began to ‘be not here’ … she turned off all sound in her home … when I would knock on her door, I would see her sitting in her chair through the window … staring into space.

It broke my very Heart.  This woman who was full of energy, laughter … loved her flowers … always working in her yard or making something … quit living once her husband died.

She was here … but, she was … there.  I dedicate this poem to Earline Jackson Williams, whom we loved with our Hearts.  She and Bill were the best people in the world to us … we all were close.  We didn’t think ‘neighbors’ … we thought of best friends we trusted to look after each other.

They were close just as Skip and I are close.  When he died, she died inside.  All her beautiful Life sounds of laughter, talking left her body.  She became a shell of herself.

I tried to bring her back by encouraging her to turn the tv back on … get happy sounds to surround her.  To do the beautiful things she always made, always was working on.  She would smile her sad smile at me, nod … being polite.  Her family took her away to live with them.  I never saw her again.  She died not long after.

I loved you, Earline and Bill, with my very Heart.  You both were a big part of my world.

Photo/poem owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.



Big, Old World

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter



Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter



Have you ever thought about … what separates you from being at the mercy of this big, old world.


I look at things probably in a way you don’t.  In fact … I look at things in several different ways … not one.  I don’t take anything for granted.


The thought came to my mind as I drove back home from town.  I was thinking about if … people realized just how small they are as an individual … by themselves … when they are out and about … in this big, old world.  Have you ever thought about it?


Like when you travel by yourself miles from your family … no one knows you, or cares what, when … where you go.  It just doesn’t matter … you aren’t anyone to them.


In fact, as long as their life is going well … they probably never know when you pass them.  If they never see your face … your eyes … it won’t make any difference anyway.


Only special people notice you in a good way … only ugly, mean people notice you in a bad way. We just have to be careful when alone … whether you like it or not.  There are predators … out there.


You do always have to be alert.


I don’t know if you are like Skip and I … but, you just may be when you have big Hearts, care about others.  We are always paying attention to others … we are some of the first to open the door for you, help you get your groceries into your car … help you if you need it …


If we are so fortunate to have a little extra money … we will help you pay for something when we see you came up short at the register.  If we were rich … we would do more.


We pay attention to little children running around without their parents nearby until we see them reunite with their parents.  We would step in … if we saw someone begin to hurt them or make them afraid.


We notice older people, if they seem to be having trouble with something … we walk to them … and help sometimes, without asking.


If all people were like this … no one would be murdered, injured, robbed by ugly, mean people. Unfortunately … not everyone is like that.  I think about when being isolated … one does have to stay alert.  I don’t mean be afraid of their shadows … but, stay alert when out and about in this big, old world.


Now, back to what separates me … you … from being at the mercy of this big, old world.  Unlike many of you … I only have Skip and our two Pups and less than the fingers on one hand … of friends that I treasure between me and the world.  Many of you have big families, lots of friends … big support system.  Do you realize how fortunate you are?  I hope you do.


I feel fortunate to have what I have to keep me, buffer me … from being alone in this … big, old world.




Note by this Author:

This is something that popped in my mind this evening.  As I drove back from town … for some reason I felt very small, fragile in this big world.  Have you ever done that?  I’m so grateful for the world I have … Skip and the Pups, and our best friends.

Photos/my thoughts written, owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Damn Truck Driver!

Damn Truck Driver!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter



This is photo of me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates, when I drove truck with Skip.  My turn to drive!



Many miles away from home

Broke down on a big truck

Waiting for parts to come … sometimes, taking days

Sitting in a big truck at a shop

Snow, ice covering the ground

Trying to stay warm … wishing to be home

No one knows all a trucker goes through

Nor do they care as long as they get all

They want … need … never give out

No one cares about a trucker who risks his life

To get loads delivered on time

They are mentally abused where they go

People who work in offices talk down to them

Treat them less than

Not caring what the trucker went through … to get there

Not caring if the trucker has been up all night

Driving through the rain, snow, wind, ice

Avoiding road hazards at every turn

Not caring that the trucker has been verbally abused

All the way, when they stop at truck stops

Because someone’s had a bad day

People who hate their jobs treat truckers badly

When they arrive on time, making them wait

While people they work for … treat them badly on the other end

What’s a trucker to do when he/she is abused at every turn

They go quietly their way, trying to get back home safely

Where they hope to find rest, peace, happiness for a short time

Then … they do it all over again to get your luxuries to the stores

Making sure you don’t go without

Your pretty clothes, perfumes, foods and toys

You never think what a trucker goes through

As you wear your clothes, eat your food, play with your toys

Walking around smelling of perfume

A trucker has to go through so much

Just to stop to eat a meal, take a shower, rest

Sometimes, he can’t get either for many hours

While you sit in your homes

All warm, cozy … safe and sound

Do you hear the trucks going by late in the night?

Do you think of what truckers suffer

To get everything you see as you look around in your life

From your nice bed, your easy chair … tv?

You become angry when a trucker is late

Or if he gets in a wreck, dies … all because you don’t get

Your material things … never giving a thought to his life

Never giving thought to his family, what they go through

Your mind never goes past your comfort needs

And what you want … when you want it

Damn the trucker for dying … for not getting the load there

Damn that trucker … you needed hairspray, make-up

To make yourself pretty … you don’t care if he died

You don’t give a damn … all you want is what you feel you need

Never giving thought to what a trucker goes through

Making it hard for them wherever they go

Won’t even back-up to let a truck go through

Blowing your damn horn because … he inconvenienced you

Damn truck driver … taking up the road

Only special people know what they suffer

People who have walked the walk … talked the talk

Experienced the abuse, perils of the road

No way a soft person could understand past their needs

Just get all my comfort needs … I’ll be satisfied

I don’t give a damn about … a damn truck driver!

Damn truck driver … you know they are no good

They have such a bad reputation for all the things they do

Why they piss in bottles, throw them out

They womanize … play games in the truckstops

They look down into cars to see women’s legs

We know they are no good … damn truck driver

No one thinks about bad apples in everything

Messes up all for good truckers who take pride in all they do

It’s like judging a book by its cover … never seeing any farther

Because … like a mother-in-law … we know they’re no good

Just a label dooms one … doesn’t matter how good they are

Truck drivers … we know they’re no good … damn truck driver!



Note by this Author:

I have walked the walk … on the Trucker‘s path.  I watched, listened, studied how people treat truckers.  It’s a damn shame what a trucker goes through … from the company he works for to the company he delivers to … picks up loads from.

I drove with Skip, my husband … for 3 years.  I can’t tell you all the things I witnessed.  You wouldn’t want to be subjected to such things as a … damn truck driver goes through! You’d raise Hell with your soft, spoiled self.

The employees take out their bad days on truckers by deliberately making them wait hours longer than their appointment times.

When the trucker does get backed into a dock, the people unloading the truck will deliberately take their time by taking breaks … never seeing the trucker as anything more than a robot with no feelings.

I say … damn the people whom I see, know … do such things to a … damn truck driver.  They … like people in a church … get on power trips and play their games … making people suffer.

Like a church … it’s not the church who does those things … it’s the people in it … the bad apples who do things they shouldn’t.  Nobody knows … why?  Because the trucker is so tired, all he wants to do is find a parking place that is hard to find … go to sleep, rest.

He takes the abuse knowing he/she would look bad … be the loser if all came to light.  It’s not … damn the truck driver … it’s damn those people who make their life … pure Hell.

Not all people are like that … when a truck driver meets up with a person with kind words, voice … it means the world to them … like putting soothing salve on a wound.

In my opinion … my way of thinking … when you go out of your way to play your games … power games making you think you are so important thinking no one knows … know this … someone is always watching, listening without you being aware of it.

Oh … and damn you for being ugly … you will reap what you sow!  The quicker, the better so you know how it feels.  An eye for an eye … a tooth for a tooth … yes, I believe if you can dish out unkindness, ugliness from your soul … you should get it back … tenfold.

This is strictly my … Gloria Opinion.  If you don’t like it … go be kind!  Damn you if you don’t … that’s right, damn you if you don’t.  I hold my ground … here.

Photos/true poem written, owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  Oh, so is my ‘Gloria Opinion’ … I stand behind every word.

Death …

Death …

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny





Death … the end … no more chances

To say or do the things we put off doing

Never enough time to learn to do it now … not later

Death … having to let go whether we want to or not

Pulls us from this world when we don’t want to let go

We leave when Death calls … no matter we try to hold onto Life

Death … makes me panic, fear

It’s the end of all things … no more here

Just the ever-after … darkness no light

At one time it didn’t matter if I died

If I had died I wouldn’t have known the difference

I was already walking in darkness, I was gone

That’s what happens when you lose a child

A precious baby you carried, brought into the world

You never expect to outlive it

I can’t think of a worse pain for a mother

She’s very fortunate to recover from it

It almost took my life … my fighting spirit took over

Took over when I didn’t know

Began to pull me from the depths of darkness

Darkness kept sucking me in

Knowledge of my child’s death

Was bigger than me, hard to live with it inside

I couldn’t walk away, leave it behind

Every moment of my life it tortured me

I couldn’t see light for darkness

When I did it was gone in an instant

Grief … so much grief

No room for happiness, fun things

Pain greater than great

No one can understand unless they walk the path

To feel, really feel the pain

Only when they lose a loved one will they understand

I’m afraid of dying … I want to live

No longer do I want to let go of Life

I can live now, knowing my son is gone

Five years ago he died playing on the beach

With his three year old son

He died a beautiful death, the way anyone’d want to go

No pain, suffering … quick

The angels buffered his fall to the sand

As he collapsed, drawing his last breath

The sea gulls sang, the ocean waves were background

The sun caressed his sweet face

As his soul lifted to fly with Angels to Heaven

Death … I’ve been almost through the door

How I came back I do not know

I would have never known I died, I was gone

When someone we love dies

It’s hard to accept we won’t see them anymore

Hear their voices, see their smiles

In order to live we have to learn to accept

The fact they aren’t coming back

We have to help ourself to cope

If we don’t, we are doomed

I helped myself after 3 long years

Of darkness in the land of grief

It began with me helping myself

Through writing the Hell away

Releasing grief word by word

Putting steel in my backbone

Getting to my feet, dusting my pants off

Facing Life once more … head on

Since … little baby steps by baby steps

I have made it after five long years

I’m alright now … this year being the best

Death didn’t claim me, I don’t know why

Grief, sickness took me to its door

I’m living proof that miracles happen

I’m still here when the others aren’t

Others being all my loved ones, my son

I don’t know why … I won’t question why

I will go on with my life being the best I can

I’m not perfect nor try to be

I will live until I die … until Death comes for me

Note by this Author:

Sometimes, on gloomy days when Skip isn’t around … I become very sad.  The thoughts of Death will sometimes bother me.

Thinking of Tommy … my son, my mother, father, aunts, brother, grandmothers, George the only grandfather I ever knew, cousins … everyone I grew up loving with my very Heart … make me very sad.

All my family is gone … the ones left are gone, too.  Only a few communicate with me … it means the world to me.  Our lives are so far apart that we could never have relationships.  It is the way Life is … sad.

It’s the legacy left to us of our family before us … distrust of the others knowing if you get close … reveal your weakness that that’s the first thing they will use against you if they become upset at you.  No one can trust.  Life is what it is … no more, no less.

Some of us try … but, we are always on guard.  We have been conditioned to be that way since a little child.

Today is a gloomy, rainy day.  These sad thoughts came to my mind.

Photos/ poem owned, written by me.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

To Know We Have Righted All Things Wrong …





To Know We Have Righted All Things Wrong …

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny



Bodies swaying as they danced

In beat to the music playing

Eyes closed … in another world



Hand in hand, bodies close

In sync, perfect rhythm

Each body knows what the other wants



A step here, a dip there

Bodies coming back to touch

Tightly to one another, never missing a step



Love is in the air warming it in its glow

Two bodies loving one another

In every move they make



Becoming one, blossoming into two

Once again … two have become one

Never wanting to leave the other’s side

Love forming a lifetime bond

Soulmates finding each other

Perfect for no one else, perfect for them

Love … like a soft glowing fireplace

Softly burning colors of red, orange, yellow

Warming one to the soul



Emotion filling each Heart

With a deep caring so much it hurts

Lay your head on my shoulder he says



Rest your mind knowing I’ll protect, love you

Trust in me for I’ll never hurt you

Never will I let you go



Laying her head on his shoulder

Closing her eyes in trust

Believing in him … that was thirty-two years ago



Bond unbreakable, lasting a lifetime

Being young … getting old

What happens if one loses the other



Like a faded rose and stem separated

Leaves fall off in sickness

The rose fades until … it fades away



The beauty of love through time

Everlasting … sadly there’s an end

Nothing can change it when its time to go



Is that all we come to when we grow older

To lose our beauty our spunk in life

To leave our loved one behind?



We come to an end through sickness, death

Leaving our soulmate behind to grieve

Isn’t it sad to know the beginning is just the end



Loving until we die …  no chance to practice

The things we learned life

No chance to do things over, make things right



Make things right where we went wrong

As a younger person … never getting to say I’m sorry

To re-do things so, our minds could rest



Rest until the day we have to take our last breath

Have to go … go knowing we did all things right

Leaving nothing undone



Couldn’t we all go to our graves

Knowing we righted all wrongs

To make all right before we died



That would be the ultimate to carry with us

Into the ever after

To know we have righted all things … wrong


Note by this Author:


I look around me … look at myself, Skip … I see us growing older.  I see others growing older.  Like many before me, I ask where did time go?  We think we got forever … forever comes quickly.  I think of so much I have wanted to do, say … never will get to do but, try to say.

I notice that at times I feel panicky.  I become afraid.  I worry about death because in my mind … Tommy died so, that means ‘anyone could die’ if he did. I have been to the door of Death … somehow, managed to escape it several times in my life.

I keep seeing a friend of ours in my mind.  We lived next to him.  I watched him worry about dying.  He had emphysema, was on oxygen.  When he’d see an ambulance come to pick someone up in the neighbor-hood he would walk outside, stand watching.  He never knew I saw the fear of dying on his face.

When he lay dying, his wife began calling my name.  I heard her, ran to their house.  I went to the bedroom, saw him already ‘in another world’ … I went to him speaking softly, took his hand.

I talked quietly to him telling him he was loved, and everything was going to be alright.  The EMS guys came in, I walked out of the room.  I was with him when he took his last breath.  I went to his wife, held her as she cried.  My Heart was breaking.

Later … I watched her go downhill.  She made her home into a tomb … no sounds whatsoever.  When I’d go knock on the door I would see her sitting through the window.  Her life, her smile and energy ebbed away.  Her soulmate had died … she had died inside … she was waiting for her body to catch up.  She died soon-after … on the path of dementia, then death.

I loved those people.  They were elderly.  I learned by watching how sad it is when one of them died … how the other grieved.  I cared with my Heart only I couldn’t get to her to please be alright … please keep her beautiful energy, smile.  She faded away … no one could stop her.  Just as a cut flower dies … she did.

The thought came to my mind … is that all we come to after going through so much in life, learning so many lessons?  We just die and … that’s it … the end?  Isn’t it sad?

Skip and I are best friends, soulmates … he and our Pups are my whole world.  Yes, sometimes … I become afraid … no matter how old we get … we always wish to live forever never leaving the ones we love.

Photos/poem owned/written by me …. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Paper … White and Clean

Paper … White and Clean

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

(All artwork is by me, owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates)



A blank piece of paper, white and clean

No written words has it ever seen

Until … I come along, feel the need to write on it


I sit, close my eyes to see

In my mind what I want to write about me

Decide do I want to draw or write


My fingers begin typing merrily along

Words in my mind … sing song

Tapping my memories as they flow


From my mind just as rain falls from the sky

Words like drops splash on my page … oh my

The colors of my life


Grief, pain mostly what I know

I wish I could tell you it ain’t so

Life is what it is … no more or less


I don’t feel sorry for myself, nor stay down and out

Because it gives me stories to write about

I write stories for you to read making it a positive thing


To entertain, make you sad, glad … happy or cry

That’s what stories are for I think as I sigh

Yes, I give you a story as I get much needed release


We are both happy for it

As you read and I … typing words as I sit

That’s what readers, writers do!


My characters want to play

Giving me words they want to say

I’m doing what I love to do


Life-giving words to bring characters alive

As they walk, run, jump … even dive

I put the colors in their life as I paint with words

If my stories are sad

With words I can take away the bad

Making everyone happy once again


As they live the rest of their life happily

Ride off into the sunset as far as I can see

I let go … everything is alright once again

No longer is the paper white, clean

It’s colored with my words waiting to be seen

Beginning of story … all the way to The End


Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Note by this Author:

Photo/poem written … owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.