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.

Laughter Echoes From the Grave …

Laughter Echoes From the Grave …

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



Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny as a young, beautiful woman who never took happiness for granted.




Ha! Ha! Ha!  Did I hear an echo of laughter from the other side?  It came from nowhere that I can see … I looked carefully.

I just got kicked in the teeth by someone I was told not to trust.  My Grandma Alma told me not to trust that person.  What happens?  Through time … be damned if she wasn’t right!  How did she know?  I thought I heard laughter … from the grave!

My first cousin told me that I had the wrong impression of someone who used to be in our family … I thought that person was truly good, and had loved her all through the years.  My cousin tried to warn me by saying, “Gloria, she’s not what you think she is”.  I would just nod my head showing I heard her.  I never wanted to argue.  I felt sorry for that person … she only showed me her ‘good’ side.

My first cousin got killed in a freak accident.  A log truck hit her head-on.  She didn’t get to tell me more about the person she told me wasn’t who I thought she was.  She didn’t have to … I began connecting the dots.  Oh, how right she was!  Ha! Ha! Ha! Did I hear an echo of laughter?  Did it serve my ass right?

Another first cousin told me about another family member saying don’t ever trust that person.  She’s the wicked witch of the west.  She’ll sweeten you up for the kill, stab you in the back … eat you!  She’ll try to find all your weaknesses, cut your legs out from under you.  Well … I never trusted that far to find out … never will.  I never heard an echo … none at all.  I pray he rests in peace.

He’s not the sweet, good person you think he is.  He’s been in your family for years, and you think he’s so good.  He’s really mean, ugly to your ……..  he does things he shouldn’t … has, throughout the years.  Why he even went with your ………. ‘s girlfriends! and ex-wife!  Disbelief … I learned by seeing, listening to the ‘horse’s mouth’.

Yes, he did all those things, and more.  Did I hear his laughter from the grave … do I hear the words, “I fooled you, bitch”!  I hope not … I always gave respect, geniune love that might not have been deserved … then again, that person treated me very good.

At one time in my life he made possible for me to have a home to come to as a young woman.  I was, and have always been grateful.  He never treated me out of the way … never.  So, for the person I thought he was … I’ve never regretted loving, respecting him.

He always treated me good … until at the last.  The last several years of his life … when I actually saw, heard from his own mouth … him dating and asking one of my …………’s girlfriends, and ex-wife to marry him.  The reason he wanted me not to see, hear, be around was … he saw his actions broke my Heart.

He actually told me things … he was embarrassed but, he had new-found freedom … I sat, listened quietly … not letting the pain, grief, disappointment show.  Somebody was right before they died … I don’t hear laughter from … her grave.  I only feel sadness.

I can’t tell you the grief in my Heart for so many close family members who have died … all in just a matter of maybe 8-10 years … some dying close together… not only on my mother’s side of the family … on my father’s side, also.   That’s not counting some of our Pups we used to have, love with our Hearts.  That’s not counting the friends we truly loved, cared about.

I truly loved, cared about every one of these people who died … as a child.  I even loved them after being mistreated by some of them … I grieved for them after each died.  Strange enough … the ones I loved most … as a child … have died.  The very shaky foundation my young life was built on … pure crumbled.

There are some family members living today … I loved them with my Heart as a child … in adult life … we’ll never see nor be a part of each other’s lives.  It’s the natural ‘hate thing … natural distrust’ we all inherited in our make-ups.  Love is there … but, there’s no way anyone would, could know it.

I have a brother I love who lives not 5 miles away … I’ll never talk to, see him again in his/my life.  I have another brother … same thing.  Isn’t life sad?  There’s no way it can happen.  No love, but love-hate … no trust … no foundation to meet on … all crumbled away with time.  Family members being jealous, or in-laws … separation as children, not growing up together … no bonds to hang onto.  The young, tender bonds were snapped, stretched through time when growing up apart … when they broke, that was it.

Life is sad … this said … I will say I love each one in my Heart … I have already accepted such some time ago … I’ve coped with it … and let go.  It’s all one can do … I can’t just … lay down and die because I can’t have family relationships … of course … I wouldn’t.  I’ve come too far, coped with too much to  … just give up.  I have my Grandma Alma’s fighting spirit … it isn’t there ‘for nothing’.

I must have some purpose in life … though I’ve never figured it out all these years.  Only once did I ‘figure out why’ … when I survived cancer.  That was when I began getting recovering from cancer.

Skip was diagnosed with cancer in the 3rd year I was beginning to grow stronger … I ‘knew’ it was for me to care for him just as he did me … he could see I was recovering from being near the edge of death … and he could do the same.  I remember telling him right in the oncologist’s office after she told him … ‘now, I know ‘why’ I made it.

I should have died 16 years ago with non-Hodgkins lymphoma.  Skip had colon cancer … he is a 14 year cancer surviver … colon cancer.  We survived … cancer.

Do you know what was most strange about those years of fighting for my life?  Not one family member … ever knew or acknowledged how sick I was.  They would drive right by the house we lived in … if Skip happened to have me outside on the porch … they would wave cheerfully, never missing a beat.  No one ever stopped, nor called.

I am amazed thinking back at that.  My mother would care sometimes … then, her youngest sister would make her think I wasn’t sick.  Jealousy … pure jealousy.  Her youngest sister always was jealous of any of her sisters’ children.  Her tongue was her weapon … mean, evil words came from her mouth … yet … she could say loving words, caring words that would melt my Heart.

She wanted her sisters to always have their attention on them.  The good thing is I wasn’t aware of this until several years later.  My mother said her youngest sister would always call me ‘The Queen’.I never became angry … I could only feel deep sadness.  I still loved her.  I wanted her to love me, too. She secretly hated me, was jealous of me.  I won’t even go into things she did to hurt me, then pretend she never meant to.  I wasn’t the only daughter she did that to …of her sisters’ children.

I could keep on writing as more memories float to the surface like bubbles in the ocean.  My writing begins to go on this path, that path in my life through time.  I will stop here.

Sometimes, when I learn something in life … or find out something it seems everyone knew but me … I wonder if I hear echoes of laughter.  Echoes of laughter fromt the graves of my … loved ones.

Note by this Author:

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

Grief, pain are old friends of mine … I don’t think I ever knew life without them after the age of nine.  They were all I had to hold onto … happiness were those brief times of sunshine in my life.

Happiness was something I always felt wasn’t meant for me … I used to think I wasn’t good enough, important enough.  I never take happiness for granted.  I enjoy it for all it’s worth when it happens in my life.  🙂  It’s sort of like when being a little girl … I knew Barbie Dolls were for other little girls … I knew somehow, they were never meant for me.  I, also, knew that other little girls could be in the Brownies … it wasn’t meant for me to.  I knew I wasn’t good enough.

It’s a good thing we grow up … cope with painful things in life … learn to live, handle all.  I think I did well.  🙂  That’s why when I was beautiful in my younger life … it meant the world to me … I was ‘good enough’ for … everything.  I had everything and everybody liked, wanted me.  Isn’t life sad?

People love material things … and if they think they can get something from someone … they will grovel at their feet.  Just watch beautiful, ‘rich’ people … just watch yourself … you will find that you do the same thing.  Life is life … it is what it is.  You might not like it … but, it’s the way humans are.

Oh … I wonder if I hear echoes of laughter from the graves of my loved ones?  I remember being told as a beautiful, young lady I used to be told … ‘don’t get so high up … the higher you go … the harder you fall’.  I fell hard … Ha! Ha! Ha!

Isn’t life sad?

Birds Of My Feather … I Am Grinning As I Wonder

Birds Of My Feather … I Am Grinning As I Wonder

By #Gloria Faye Brown Bates / #Granny Gee


Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee … even when I look different … I am the same … ole bird!



This morning … my thoughts have traveled into the past to the time I was a young girl … to my earliest memories of someone who said … did something special to touch my life … until the present.

I know I have forgotten as much as I remember throughout the years. I was sitting here, reflecting on how in the world can someone thank ‘everybody’ who has touched their life in the most special of ways … to make it all better?

A lot of those people are gone, now. One being my favorite aunt … whose soft, quiet voice stayed in my mind, through time. When I was a little girl, she would come to me … say “Faye, one day … you will be older, you can choose not to live in this kind of life”. How I had wished she was my mother, too. I truly loved her. I loved my Aunt Frankie.

I watched as a little girl in Hell … when she would come to visit her mother … my Grandma Alma. Hell would try to suck her in … making it hard to leave each time without being burned by the flames of harsh words … or crushed by a physical fight. My Aunt Frankie wanted to stay above that.

She never knew this little girl admired her, loved her … wanted to be like her. She came from Hell, herself … when she left, she strived to be a lady. Of course, time to time she was pulled down … she had no choice but, to fight to get out of the clutches of Hell … it didn’t like to let go of people who tried to be the best they could be … be someone.

No, Hell hated ‘goody-goodies’ … I was hated as I grew older. I damn sure wasn’t a goody-goody … I just wanted a life without Hell being raised … that meant I was trying ‘to be better than someone’. I wasn’t better than anyone … I just wasn’t a … Hellraiser; but, I learned real good … I could raise Hell with the best of them. It didn’t feel good … I didn’t.

It wasn’t that I was a ‘goody-goody’ … God knows I was led down a lot of roads that taught my ass many lessons. Roads that were terrifying … damn, I had such a curiosity! I wanted to know how this … how that could be. I couldn’t imagine … I wanted to see firsthand. I made turns on many roads I should have never … turned on.

I saw firsthand … I felt the sting of Hell on a lot of roads. I made mistakes … not horrible ones … but, the beginning of horrible ones until I decided I didn’t want to be on the roads I was taking. I ran like Hell … from Hell. I was always running … you know, Hell is in a lot of places.

Hell is disguised in many ways. Beautiful, wonderful things … lots of beautiful colors that attracted a young girl like myself. Sights, sounds … oh, how I loved beautiful things … oh, the roads I traveled on! How beautiful everything I had … was; how beautiful I was!

Oh, the fun I could have had … if only … I’d been ‘bad’ enough. I wasn’t as … bad as I thought I could be. I wasn’t tough enough to ‘walk the talk … talk the walk’ … (I probably said this wrong … but, I’m good at that … you know what I mean 🙂 The most beautiful colors in the world … the most awful consequences to pay.

I am glad I got off those paths … though, I have to say this. I can’t ‘knock’ everyone that was …. ‘bad’. There are a lot of ‘good-bad’ people. We need them in this world we live in. Though, I’m sure a lot of people wouldn’t agree … I lived real life … I have good-bad people to thank for being good to me. They were much tougher than I … and understood my path needed to go in a different direction.

My friends, people I love … care about … are all birds of a different feather. None of them are the same … they come from all walks of life … none are so low that I wouldn’t be proud to stand in public to speak to. So, if you see me talking to someone you can’t believe I’d be seen with … just know, you are only seeing the ‘outside’ … there’s good somewhere there … you just can’t see it.

You know the old saying … my Grandma Alma used to tell me all the time … ‘birds of a feather stick together’. Looking ‘at my birds of a feather’ … you wouldn’t be able to ‘see’ why ‘they are my birds of a feather’ …

None of us would look alike … talk alike … sound alike. We would all be many colors … every size. Some would be dressed in the finest … some wouldn’t have anything fine to wear at all. Some live in the most grand of homes … some don’t have the luxury of a bathroom.

What you can’t ‘see’ is the … goodness, kindness, love … caring, unselfishness … all the ‘birds of my feather’ … share.

That’s what we all have in common … sure, you’ll think, ‘okay, but … so and so, has a bad reputation; so and so, drinks, drugs, and such; just keep this in mind … so and so, could save your life … do, say that little something that can make all the difference in your life. They wouldn’t have to … but, they would.

I love good people … kind, honest, loyal people. They don’t all look alike. Their feathers are all different colors … some are smooth, clean & shiny feathers. Others … well, sometimes, they are very poorly groomed feathers … I don’t judge their feathers. I only care about what can’t be seen … a good Heart.

These are the types of people I’ve seen, known through time … that either said, did something that meant the world to me … along with people who do look like me … look like the ‘birds of my feather’ … I wish I could be sure I thanked all of them … of course, I can’t. I just went on trying to do better, not make the same mistakes … twice.

I have been molded, shaped by … different birds of a feather. My colors change all the time … yet, down deep … I am the same person. A good, kind, loyal person who cares about everyone, everything … unless it hurts a person, or animal. I won’t go there … that’s Hell … flaming Hell.

I guess what I’m getting at is … everyone who has reached out to touch my life … even in the smallest … biggest of ways, I would like to say ‘thank you’ for caring. Yes, I know all I have are … words; but … my words are sincere. Thank you … all you birds of my feather. We don’t have to look alike to understand.

I wonder what my Grandma Alma would think of all my friends … if she saw the ‘birds of my feather stick together’? I am grinning as I … wonder.


I Will Never Forget…


English: Sweetango apples one peck

English: Sweetango apples one peck (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I Will Never Forget…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/Granny Gee

She came home to where she was living now

With her little bag of apples

Someone gave them to her

She didn’t know how to say no

Say no, because where she lived wasn’t normal

She had nowhere safe to put the apples

She knew visitors would come in the night

To steal them from her

She came home, went into her tiny bedroom

The only room she could call hers

Where to put the bag of apples

There was only one place, that was on the wall

She found a hammer, nail

Hammered a nail into the wall just above her bed

She hung her bag of apples on the nail

She went about her business, forgot the apples

That night she went to bed, fell asleep

Until she felt a sharp pain on her hand

She sat up quickly, saw in the nightlight

A big rat with yellow teeth

The pain was severe, she felt something wet

She got up, turned on the light

There was a deep gash in her finger

She looked up, on the wall was a hole in her bag of apples

She felt tears in her eyes, anger in her heart

It quickly subsided, as gratefulness settled in

She was thankful to have a place to live

A place she could call ‘home’

It was given with a generous heart

From people who didn’t have a lot

Yet, they shared with her, kept her safe

Thank God, she wasn’t alone when she could have been

She didn’t see the awfulness around her

Nor smelled the smells, she accepted with her heart

The offered kindness, no strings attached

She saw Heaven when she looked around

Thank you, Lord… for these people

Who fed her, sheltered her, asked for nothing

I’m so grateful to be here

It means the world to me, I will never forget

It Was Only… Yesterday


It Was Only… Yesterday


By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Sometimes…. like this morning… I stop for moments at a time to think about things one takes for granted. Even I do, to a certain extent. Yet… I know better than to do that… I know how it feels to do without.


It doesn’t feel good at all… but, many thousands of people have to. Think about it… you wouldn’t believe the homeless people in our own country… I’ve seen them when ‘out west’ in Los Angeles, and such big cities up north like New York City, so on. I could almost swear ‘I’m beginning to see it here, in the smaller towns’…..


I’m no expert on homeless people, but…. I know I saw often such scary things you wouldn’t believe. A big truck goes into areas… you wouldn’t believe. The drivers of those big truck ‘sees life as it really is’…. people don’t pretend around truck drivers. Some people don’t hide the things they do, either.


Have you thought about how it feels to wake up in a cold house on a morning such as this morning. The temperature is 27 degrees. I can remember even now, how miserable it was as a child to wake up at Grandma Alma and George‘s on a cold morning.


Poor George was responsible for everything to keep that house going. He had to build a fire each morning… I look back in my mind at him. He’d be shivering as he worked on the kindling to get it to burn in the wood heater… George was blind.


George’s hands would be shaking from the cold as he would put wood in the heater. Wood that as a little girl, I watched him chop. He would build a fire in the wood heater in the ‘arena/sitting room’ they sat in every day of their life for twenty-some years.


George… George was someone very special to me. He was my grandfather… I never knew my mother or father’s …. father. I was always curious about my father’s father… no one ever wanted to speak of him…. he must have been a really ‘bad’ person. I have no idea how he looked… I never saw a photo of him in my whole life.


I saw a photo of my mother’s father… he was a handsome man. I’m sure at one time he must have been a ‘ladies’ man’… I say that from looking back at all my family members… we ‘all’ thought ‘we were something’ at one time, or other. We’ve all been vain at one time, or other… yes, even Granny Gee has. We all were handsome/pretty when younger… extra-pretty.


George…. was the most special man I knew in my life as a child. Skip is the next most special man I ever knew in my life…. he is so much like George. George, I guess I could say… was the father I never had as a child, also. I know Grandma Alma was… my mama when… my mama would disappear. Of course, ‘now’… Skip is my everything in this world… him, and our Pups.


At their house on such cold mornings… one had to either take a cold water bath… or take time to heat water up on the electric range. I remember as a child, I didn’t understand that. I would freeze my hands trying to take a cold water bath.


I would see George take his hand to see if the electric burner was on… he would reach out to feel.. sometimes burning his hand before realizing it was too close to the burner. I would feel a really sick feeling inside when he hurt himself…


I remember I would run cold water in the old clawfoot bathtub in the bathroom, try to get into it. I couldn’t understand ‘why’ the water wouldn’t be warm. I never knew that kind of living until I was nine years old, and came to live with Grandma Alma, George. Oh my God… the things I learned… there.


I do remember the pain from being in cold water… how did I do that? How did I take my little girl naked body, climb over the side of that old bathtub …. and sit down in that freezing water? I would cry…. I know I must have been some kind of red when I came out shivering uncontrollably. I know my eyes would be red, too. Not only that… there was never heat on the back porch, or… that bathroom. Freezing…


Welcome to Hell, little girl…. somehow you must have been bad enough in your previous life to deserve it… I didn’t know it, but… I’d lived… and went to hell as a nine year old child. It took years to understand that was what had happened to me… I didn’t know the word ‘Hell’, then. I did know what pain, fear was though. I knew the word ‘hurt’ very well… everything ‘hurt’….


Grandma Alma, George had a rotary telephone that sat on the old dresser … ‘her dresser’… on the left side of her old upholstered rocking chair. On the top of that dresser sat her many bottles of ‘everything’. Medicines, lotions, alcohol. Her glass of ice water sat there, also. Sometimes, a small Coca Cola, would sit there, too.


The old dresser had a mirror on it. I would sometimes, stand at Grandma Alma’s chair on her right side…. on my tiptoes to try to see myself in it. Even ‘today’…. I can’t bear to see a mirror that looks like the one I saw … then.


I would see a mirror that seemed to have a fog on it… and see the harsh light reflected in it… it was dirty, it was awful. I could only see ‘me’ but, not my features. I quit looking. I don’t know if my Grandma Alma ever tried to see herself in it. She had a hand-mirror.


My poor grandma… my poor, poor grandma. Poor George. How my heart hurts even at this date in time… thinking about them. They never knew what luxury was… nothing buffered them from the harsh realities of this world… nothing gave them a break from the hard life they lived.


I think I would have taken all those bottles of medicines I remember always seeing (that did something to me as a child, also) … and just died. Isn’t that an awful thought, thing for … Granny Gee to say? I say this because I ‘know’ very well … being suicidal. I experienced this several times in my young life…. of course, I wasn’t successful…. see, I’m still here… now. :)))


These are other stories … for another time. You see ‘now’… I learned to never give up … I’m here. I’m not sorry to disappoint ‘some’ people… I know now, that my real father, and his wife… hoped I ‘would go’ as a child…. insurance money. They still made out like ‘fat cats’… they are both gone now.


I’ll never forget when I was only nine… I went to stay for a time with him.. meeting him for the first time. They took us, my two half-sisters on vacation to the beach….. they called my two half-sisters back closer to shore… they let me wander on out as far as I wanted to…. I’m sure they stood there in anticipation…..


I’ll never forget turning around to look back…. everyone was so far ‘back’… I was the only one out in the ocean that far. I was so afraid, I didn’t know I had went so far away…… no one had called me back to safety….


That telephone on Grandma Alma’s dresser had a cord on it. It wouldn’t work unless it was plugged into the jack on the wall. No one heard of cellphones…. then. Children today… can’t ever imagine not having cellphones ‘now’…. it honestly hasn’t been as long as they think… when ‘it used to be that way’.


At one time, it seemed ‘to be a big deal when someone had more than one telephone’ in their home. It seemed to impress people….


Heat, telephone, cold/hot water… things we take for granted… I don’t take any of them for granted at all. Believe it or not… I still remember too well being that little girl…. who felt pain from being too cold from the weather, the water. No, I promise you I don’t take such for granted.


I feel for others who have to go without…. even that. I would settle for ‘even that’… if I didn’t have the luxury of being able to turn up a thermostat on the wall, or use my wonderful cellphone, turn on either the hot, cold water.


I’m so grateful for … all. Thank God for those things… I thank God every day when there are things in my path to make life easier for me, us. I could be without them… you could be, too.


I am so very appreciative of being able to take photos, text, email, play on the web…. all on my cellphone. As a child… I think I’d been in Heaven if I’d had such then… especially a computer. I wonder if children today can possibly imagine not having these things?


No, it’s like when we were little… we never knew… when we were told… it’s like it happened ‘way before our time’. It really happened ‘yesterday’… but, you couldn’t convince a child that.


Aren’t you sometimes amazed at things man has made? It’s mind-boggling when one stops to think in detail … it’s magical, it’s the ‘impossible’… it’s… wonderful.


Tommy always loved his toys, his new gadgets. He was up on everything… and through time, he gave me alot of his toys when he ‘upgraded’… I loved it. I love new things, change. I miss getting his toys when he got new ones. :))) We (he, Skip and I) always shared … we always wanted the other to have ‘something good’ if one of us did. I miss my son.


Remember when all television/tv was ‘free’…. there wasn’t any such thing as charging for tv… unless it was for the electricity. Now… we pay for it. Children couldn’t imagine tv like we knew it ‘just yesterday’. They play games on tv, record movies and such things. We even use our computers on tv’s.


I love change, I love modern/new things as they come along. I’m one of the first who would want to use them. Skip loves things that are familiar. There are many things I would wish to enjoy but, they are too expensive. That’s okay… I’m so thankful for what I do get to experience….


I could be getting up to make a morning fire in the wood heater, trying to heat water to take a bath in the dead of winter, not having the freedom to go places or take photos, be in communication by texting, email… with my cellphone.


I could be… homeless, not have anything. I’m so sorry people have to be homeless…. they are at the mercy of the world. When we really stop to think about it….. alot of us are closer than we know… to being homeless… there’s a fine line ‘there’…..


The memory of that wood heater at Grandma Alma, George’s lasted through all these years… oh no, I wouldn’t want to have to do that…. but, if I really needed to… I would learn how to keep warm.


It was just ‘only yesterday’…..