About grannyscolorful

I draw, paint and write. Colors in my life are my stories, thoughts and...my life. Without color there is no...Granny Gee. I am married to my soulmate, Skip, and have 2 very special Pups.. Kissy Fairchild and Sweet Chadwick. (Update: I rescued a little puppy on July 4, 2013... her name is Camie. I saved her from certain death... maggots fell from her little body when I lifted her from the cold, wet ground....)... we now, have 3 Pups... Camie became a part of us... perfect in every way. You can go see Camie on her Facebook page... I update it nightly with stories, photos. When I rescued her... she had no hair. She had the worst case of demodectic mange... she was left to die a slow, horrible death. I will soon publish a book about Camie.... called 'Camie's Angel'. It will be my third book. My first book being a little introductory to my main character, Victoria Fairchild, who is a very unusual person.... scary-good! My second book is the one I wrote my pain, grief for my only child, Tommy. The name of it is: I CRY FOR TOMMY. It is 738 pages of pure pain, grief. All my books are sold only at Amazon.com. I write under the name: Gloria Faye Brown Bates My son, Tommy, died May 29, 2010 at the age of 40. He had 2 blockages, no one knew he was sick. He was a tall, handsome guy with strawberry-blonde hair, blue-green eyes. His smile was bright as the sunshine. He had looked forward to going to Myrtle Beach to share the first time with his 3 year old son playing at the beach. Tommy collapsed on the sand while running, laughing, playing with Taban... he walked right into Heaven from playing, doing what he wanted most to do. He 'died' beautifully in the way we all would want our last moments to be. I see that now... I couldn't 'before'. I'm so grateful Tommy knew how much I loved him. I told him all the time. I loved and was proud of my son, my only child. I love no one thing best........ I love many things best...... I'm forever faced with choices whether it be in a restaurant, store or routes to take, and such. I am a special person in that I am a good person who has learned from Life... what it means to be a kind and loving person who cares about others instead of .. just myself. I ..am many things. It's too hard to define 'Me' in words. I love so many things and care about so much. My life is and has been always... colorful.... depending on all that goes on around me............ brighter at times and not as bright as others.. but, then...everything brightens up all at once... and my world is happycolored ...again! Just know that I write what I know best in my life. I've known pain, grief as far back as I can remember. I write it now... I write my pain, grief... I don't sugar-coat anything... you read how it really feels, and how ... I really think. I am a very 'real' person. Also, know as you read... when I write from my heart, and I touch yours.... know that I know everything is going to be all right, no matter 'how bad'. Know that to write is like being an actor/actress.... one has to reach into the depths of one's soul... to 'become' what they are trying to portray. I have to 'visit the past, stay a while in order to write, feel all again'... so, you can 'see, feel, know'. When 'I come back'... it sometimes, takes a little while to 'come out of it'. I do come out of it... and I'm alright, once again. So, please don't think I'm unhappy, sad all the time... I'm not. I'm a 'smiley' person! Oh... I don't talk in person to people about my grief, pain... everyone is already dealing, coping with their own. I never 'push myself' on others... I care, respect that. I would never make anyone unhappy, intentionally. I'm a very private person. To know my pain, grief... you have to read it... read it in my words... I 'write my pain, grief'... I don't 'talk' about it. That's what I do... I write from my very soul... and what I portray ... is 'all real'... I've lived, experienced it. I know it better than anything else in my life... pain, grief. Also... know that I don't 'wallow in grief', feeling sorry for myself. I have become stronger for all the things that have happened to shape me as 'Gloria/Granny Gee' ... today. I face life head-on, no matter how bad... I 'run' to meet it... I'm not going to let it 'get the best of me'. I almost did... when Tommy died. I almost died, when my only child died... I wouldn't have known it... I was in the darkest world I'd ever traveled in. It almost 'got me'.... I would have never been aware of ... dying. Skip and our Pups... were my life-savers... they didn't give up on me. They are my world... the only family I have left that love, care for me. Without them... I'm alone. Please visit my primary blog where you can see photos of Tommy, us... our Pups.... at: happycolorsandgrannygee.blogspot.com My secondary blog: https://grannyscolorful.wordpress.com/ Also, you can come to be my friend at Facebook. http://facebook.com/grannygee My email address is: gloriapaintsat@yahoo.com You can be Camie's friend, also... on her Facebook page: https://facebook.com/camocameobates (Precious Camo) Twitter: @geegranny

No Matter What … Everything IS Going To Be Alright … No Matter  



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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Sunday, May 20, 2018

No Matter What … Everything IS Going To Be Alright … No Matter

No Matter What … Everything IS Going To Be Alright … No Matter
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I worry about my husband.  He is continuously trying to please others when they ask him to do things for them … even when he isn’t feeling well.  No one hears him when he does say ‘I’m not feeling my best today’ … they think only of getting their things done.

I have the kindest, most courteous, polite husband in the world.  Sometimes to the point others may try to take advantage of him.  This is where I … come in to stop it if I even suspect such.  He’s such a good person.  Sometimes … people want to walk over top of a good person.  I hope all good people have someone who is watchful, protective in their life.  I’ll leave it at that.

Life … is complex.  People are complex.  We encounter each, every day things that worry us.  Other people worry us … things worry us … our pets worry us.  If we didn’t care … nothing would worry us. If we didn’t love … how could we care?

As I became older … my very world around me … became smaller.  I now have instead of a big family in my life … only my husband and Pups3 now.  All the way to my only child … have died.  All my family support system is gone … somehow with all the life-threatening illnesses I’ve battled through time … I outlived them.  I didn’t mean to … I just did.  I’m amazed when I stop … look back in my life.

Do I feel sorry for myself.  Oh no, I don’t at all.  I just have to be stronger in mind, body … Life is like this.  Only someone in my situation with no close family left in their lives … will know exactly what I mean.  Just like when someone you love dies … only someone who has experienced just that … truly understands.  You might try to imagine for a moment and feel a pang or two of pain, sadness … it’s nothing when compared to the real thing … that lasts a lifetime.

Sometimes one of our Pups3 won’t eat his/her meal.  I worry until the next meal when I see that particular Pup eat.  Pets are like our children … we worry about their health, well-being.  So, like a child … one doesn’t eat when we think they should … we worry.  I worry.  Sometimes … it just happens for seemingly no reason.  Relief … is what I feel when I know for sure everything is alright.

I find that when my family became less … money became much less through time … that I worry more.  I’m sure I’m not the only one … these days.  We have to hide from others that things aren’t exactly the best in our lives anymore.  Life is like that … especially when one has too much pride.  Especially when everyone knew you had money … everything.  In our life … we both went through life-threatening illnesses taking several years at a time to battle … and the many other things that happened in our life.  No excuses … Life is like that.  We never recovered … today we do the best we can.

It hurts the pride we always had … we don’t have what we used to have.  We’ve lost those friends who like people who have lots of material things, lots of money … they are long-gone.  They weren’t ever real to begin with … we are real for it all and we have each other.

Through the years we learned what was most important in Life … love, caring, giving, compassion, empathy, caring … people, pets. All … good, special 🙂 things in Life.

It hurts me when something happens in my life and I have to … ask for help.  It hurts me because I worry if someone helps … me … that I’m taking from them when they might need it.  It hurts me to let anyone know … I’m lacking, I don’t have … I need.  This goes back to the childhood I had.  No excuses … facts.

It hasn’t been so long ago … well yes, I guess it has been quite some time … that I never worried about money … family support.  I always worried for the safety of my son … he traveled always.  You know … we worry about our children no matter if all is good, bad.  He was my only child and I didn’t want anything to happen to him … something did happen to him. I don’t have a child to worry about now.  I wish I did.

Worry … pain, grief, love … pride, sadness … happiness, joy … make up our lives … my life.  I’ve known so much pain, grief, sadness from the time I was a little girl … more pain, grief, sadness than happiness.  I haven’t let it make me mean, hard, bitter … instead through time I looked for the ‘whys?’ in my life … the reasons such things happened to me.  I constantly tried to be a better person no matter I found out I couldn’t be … perfect.  I tried to learn from my Life Lessons.

You’ll hear me say the words … ‘perfect, special’ often.  So that must mean those words have important meaning to me … they do.  I love those words because I wish to be that … I smile now because that is an … impossibility.  You know that saying … ‘nothing’s impossible’?

Well, in my life I have run up on some things that truly are … impossible.  Maybe I looked for ‘impossible’ to see if I could prove the saying wrong. There are really some things realistically that are impossible.  Life is like that.  That doesn’t stop me from loving the words … ‘perfect, special’ and wish to be that.  I settle for next best … the best I can be and … sometimes, I am not that. ,

Fear … I try to keep my fears pushed way back in my mind.  I worry about my small world … my husband, Pups3.  I worry about lack of money … being at the mercy of others because of that.  I worry about us … not being able to hold our own.  I worry about the times that are coming to buy tires, oil change, repairs on our older vehicles, medical.  I worry, worry … worry.  There are many things I worry about.  A lot of them haven’t happened … a lot will happen … eventually.  I’m realistic … I don’t hide from what I know … will be.

Now … I’ve written about worrying, fears, pride, pain and joy … all these things that make up pure Life … will I give up because Life isn’t … perfect?  Hell no!  I’m smiling because … I said that.  You who know me know that that’s me.  I try to be nice as possible but … I’m going to always say a word or two that isn’t the nicest … but, they reflect how I really feel.  I’m still not a bad person if I say a word or two no one likes … even I don’t like them but … I will say one in a heartbeat … if need be.

I am going to continue going through each day looking for the best … expecting the best until the one moment … I don’t wake up.  I’m never giving up … I’m never quitting … I’m never going to quit being just the best I can be even … if I’m not … yes, I’m going to say it!  Even … if I’m not … perfect! or special!

Do you have such fears, worry … feel such pain, sadness … such joy, love like this?  Am I the only one like this?

Note by this Author:

I am just a real person reflecting real feelings.  I don’t sugar-coat for your benefit nor do I deny things just to make me feel good.  I have become someone I’ve always watched, been fascinated by as a young girl … you know … one of those people that hits life face-on no matter how bad it hurts.  I used to run … now, I plant my feet and hold my ground.  I may get knocked down … so far … I manage to get back up.  I’m like the big redwood tree I tell you about … you just don’t know the storms I’ve weathered … some others think is like a movie.

I have become … you know … one of those people who managed to stay positive no matter how negative all is around them.  You know … the one who smiles even if sadly … and says … ‘everything is going to be alright one way or the other … no matter what happens’.  Well, sometimes, I try on negativity for a short time like trying on a dress that’s too little … I’m going to get it the hell off as soon as possible.

If I can say everything will and does get alright after all that has happened in my life … you know … it is so.  I still say that because I know firsthand … this to be true and I’ve lost almost everything in my life.  One way or other … everything has a way of being alright again.  Everything is going to be alright.  No matter …  sometimes, it takes longer than others.  Even if everything doesn’t get alright … we somehow find a way in our lives to make it alright … as possible … so, we can continue to live.  One way or other … it’s going to be.

Written by/photos owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


It’s Good To Be Back …

Friday, May 18, 2018

It’s Good To Be Back …

I have been learning how to make bracelets, rings, necklaces.  I love making the herringbone design.  I enjoy twisting, turning the wire in my hands to shape, mold around each bead.  I believe I’ve become addicted to wire-wrapping beads.

I have a page called Imperfect Creations by Gloria on Facebook.  I have been putting photos of artwork I’ve done through times … things I make with my hands.  Sometimes someone will buy a piece of jewelry from me.  People suggest I have a business … I don’t want a business nor the pressure that comes with it.  If someone sees something I’ve already made … they can just tell me.  I won’t make special orders.  That would take the pleasure out of doing what, when, where I want to do things.  I am a free spirit I guess.

I will be coming back to write about the grief of a grieving mother.  It will be 8 years on May 29th since Tommy … my son … died.  I promised years ago I would always tell you how it is with this grieving mother.  When I write about it you will see I’ve come far in my grief.  I can live with it now.
I will write my poems, short stories … whatever about life I’m feeling.

It’s nice to be back.  I look forward to writing once again.

Author’s Note:

I haven’t written for a long time … I didn’t have anything I wanted to write about.  I guess all writers, artists do that and come back to doing what they love best when … it’s time.  We always know when it’s time to begin again.  I’m ready to begin again 🙂

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  Photos are owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates.

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There


I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates

If I die, would you notice if I were gone
Would you see the empty space I left behind
Before things shuffled, filling it in

Would you miss the sound of my voice
The brightness of my smile
Could you possibly… miss ‘me’

I only mean something to one person
One person in this world
Everyone is gone, even my only child

Sometimes, I wonder when I already know
That some people would really care
Some would shed a tear or two

When I die, it will be a private affair
No one will need to come to see my body
I don’t let anyone come to watch me sleep

Sleeping is a personal thing
Dying is personal, too
I don’t want anyone to come stare at me

No one needs to know when I’m gone

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On Hold …. The Walls Move!

The Walls Move!

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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Writing is like a big, happy balloon … I soar as I write … sometimes … the air goes out and I’m left at a standstill. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


Well … I’ve decided something. For the moment I’m not continuing my scary story because, I’m not in the mood for mean, evil things


Sometimes … I begin writing a story with passion … and it is like a big, happy balloon … sometimes, the air goes out of it.


The Walls Move! story is on hold. I don’t feel like writing about killing, hurting … torturing anyone right now. 

The Walls Move! Part 2 …


Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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Just because you don’t see anything doesn’t mean it isn’t there. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.



John jumped up … pure rage, fire burned in his eyes.  His fists were balled, he was going to kick somebody’s ass.  Son of a bitch!  Mother f____!  His f______ nose was broken and the pain was more than he could bear.

He turned around … and around.  John didn’t see anyone!  Where did that mother f_____ go!  He needed to kill something.  The f_____ pain was too great to contain.  He saw the dog, walked toward it.  The poor dog cowered … peed on itself.  It knew the man was going to hurt it again.

Just as John went to grab the dog he felt somebody slap him upside his head.  His cuss words pure tangled together he was so angry. White froth came out of his mouth.  You son of a … mother fu___ son of a yee yow yellow …. John had never known such anger.  The fires of hell raged in him.

He heard a chuckle on his right side … he spun around.  No one was there!  He spun around again.  Where was the son of a bitching mother f______!

John was very dangerous now.  Let some bastard come into view he’d rip their heads off, piss down their necks and whatever else he felt like doing.

He backed up … looking around.  He couldn’t see a damn thing.  Another chuckle sounded.  Sounded like a damn woman.  That couldn’t be … women don’t like to get their asses kicked.

John felt a tap on his shoulder …  froze.  He took a couple of breaths … turned around.  His eyes took in what stood before him … he was confused.  What the hell?  He shook his big-old head not believing what he saw ….

Continued to … Part 3

The Walls Move! Part 1 …

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If you think you can act in secret … there are always … eyes … watching. You might not know it now but, it will bite you in the ass one day. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




The Walls Move!   Part 1 … written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/Granny Gee




He kicked the dog for the fifth time … it cried out in the most heartbreaking sound.



The man didn’t know eyes were watching him from nearby shrubbery, trees. He didn’t know … hell was getting ready to break loose in his life … it would never be the same again.



Just as he went to strike the dog with his bare hand … he was on the ground not knowing what hit him. His instinct was to jump up, begin fighting.


He was a mean, vicious man who bullied people, abused people … animals alike. John was a pure bastard in every way. He had no way of knowing … he was getting ready to meet his match.



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