Ashes To Ashes… Dust To Dust; I Have To Remember Because… I Must

Ashes To Ashes… Dust To Dust; I Have To Remember Because… I Must (What 9-11 Means To Me)

Ashes To Ashes… Dust To Dust;  I Have To Remember Because… I Must            (What 9-11 Means To Me)
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

The Pups have eaten breakfast from their clean, stainless-steel bowls.  Kissy grabbed his milk bone from the treat bowl I put out for each of them.  He is laying on the carpet, chewing it… making a little crumbly mess.  I’ll vacuum it up in a little while… the main thing is that he enjoys it… that’s what treats are for.

Each Pup has 2 stainless-steel bowls that are washed before they have breakfast, and before their evening meal.  The first ‘big’ bowl is for their meal… the 2nd ‘smaller’  bowl is for a little extra dry food, and several treats.  The treats are usually a chew stick, and milk bones.  I put 2-3 treats there to last throughout the day.

I’m writing about the Pups… our Precious Pups… Kissy, Chadwick, and little Camie.  Little Camie is our little puppy I rescued… have been nursing back to health.  It’s a story all its own… that’s the new book I’m writing at present… Camie’s Angel.

Many people have befriended Camie on her Facebook page.  The link is: .  She has her own Followers, also.  They will know, recognize alot in my book about Camie.

I am writing about our Pups… only for this moment.  I am sitting here with such grief in my Heart.  No one looking at me would know how heavy… my heart is this morning.  I’ve been like this for several days… knowing how much the 9-11 events affects me.

I feel I could lay on the ground, and turn into pure tears… a long, flowing river of tears for the death, destruction of 9-11.  It breaks my heart… it hurts me to my very soul.  I could scream as loud as it would wrap around this world like a comforting blanket… the pain, the pain.  I can’t take this pain away for anyone.  I hurt for the thousands of people directly affected that day.

My tears flow down my cheeks, so much that my skin burns at this moment.  I just watched about the dogs that played such an important role in the 9-11 events… not only were they used for searching for survivors, the deceased.

They brought comfort to people who would begin smiling when they saw these dogs… they got comfort when they stopped for a moment to reach out… pet them.  My heart cries for the beauty of it… in such horrific circumstances.

I see all the destruction around … in the middle of it, a fireman squats to pet one of the dogs, smiles though his heart and mind are seeing things… no one should ever see.

I sit here watching the 9-11 documentaries… I cry inside.  You can’t hear me, but… somewhere on a different frequency… something’s bound to.  The emotion…

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust… comes to my mind.  What’s so strange is the very morning it happened… I was standing in front of the tv as I began to become aware of what was happening.  I couldn’t see through swollen eyes, hear for a numb mind… I had to peer closer in order to hear, see….

See, I was already in the most horrible shock of my life.  My mother had died on September 09, 2001, on a Sunday.  We had come home from Raleigh, NC.  We’d been shopping, and a strange thing happened while we were in Sam’s Club that Sunday.

My attention was caught by a beautiful ‘jar’ with a lid.  It was blue, and white… the design elegant.  Out of the blue… it came to my mind, it looks like an urn.  I blocked that thought out of my mind, put it in the shopping cart.  I wanted it to put on the counter; inside were Biscotti biscuits to enjoy with a cup of coffee.

We got home that evening… I walked past the telephone.  I saw the red light blinking, indicating there were messages to be heard.  I waited to put our purchases in place… the Biscotti jar on the counter.  ‘Urn’… came to my mind once again.  ‘Urn’….. I felt a little unease.  I went on to ignore the thought ‘urn’…

A little later, I was standing by the telephone in ‘pure shock’ at what I’d just heard.  I cried out for Skip… he didn’t hear me.  The shock had taken my voice down to a whisper.  Skip!  Skip!  Skip!  Please come, Skip!

He heard me, rushed into the room to me.  He saw my face, knew instantly something was very wrong.  I knew it was, too… but, I… didn’t know what.

I had pressed the button to play the messages… and the room filled with a sound that sounded as if it came from another world.  I recognized the sound as… being my mother’s voice… only I had never-ever heard her voice sound like that.  Mama!

The sound was bone-chilling.  It was a ‘keening’ sound that at first, I just couldn’t understand what it was.  The tone, the sound…. Mama!

I began pressing the button over, over… I could hear her trying to scream out, “Faye-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, please help me-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”!  I won’t go any farther here… I can’t.  I still have that cassette… I have hidden it from myself.  The pain …. I can’t bear the pain of listening.

When time went by, I connected dots… and there were things ‘not right’ about her death.  I won’t write about that … ever.  People have died… people are still living… they ‘know’.

Before I could call my Mom… the phone rang.  It was someone we thought of as a real friend… only to find out later… he never was from the beginning.

Secrets…. so, many secrets… walls… people who pretended to be other… than what they were.

Deceitful, lying… but, always smiling, kind, wonderful.  ‘GOOD’ people…….. when your back turns… a ‘whole other life is being played out’.  Walls… walls, I was never allowed to find the door to… to ‘see’.

Pain here… I’ve ‘come to a wall’ … I’m standing here mentally beating my head against it.  Let go, let go…. I ‘have seen’ on the other side through others’ actions, things they said… reactions… do you know, I really didn’t want to see.  Riddles, only more riddles for a story I … can’t tell.

He told me my mother died that evening… Skip!  Skip!  Skip!  Please help me, Skip!  Please help me!  September 09, 2001… Sunday evening….

A person dies on a Sunday evening… by Wednesday evening all her things are removed from the house.. her clothes taken out of the closet… they hung on one side of her husband’s clothes.

On the other side… only ‘the color purple’ … remained; hanging by his clothes.  ‘The Color Purple‘… the strange thing is… I still love the color… purple.

THOUGHTS… expressions on different people’s faces as they stood out on the front deck… frozen in shock… blood drops on a white Avon headband… the house was cleaned hurriedly… Mom’s things from beside her recliner moved, stuffed back… a whisper in my ear to get Mom’s handbag… I ask permission first from her husband.  Hearing the words from someone I loved, saying: ‘she’s dead, ain’t she, goddamn it’!  Deeper shock… I can’t function.  Did I really hear that …from…?  The list goes on, just as ‘jumbled up’ as the words in this paragraph… something’s wrong here.  Can’t think now… Mama!  “Faye-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Help-ppppp me-eeeeeeeee, Faye-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I can’t take this!  I’m going to die, my mama’s gone.  Mama!  Help me, Skip!  Help me!  I can’t bear this!  Hope for a moment, a phone rung… ‘she’s dead, ain’t she, goddamn it’!  I’m hopelessly lost once again… in darkness.

For the three years, until after my mother’s death, I had been battling cancer… non-Hodgkins lymphoma.  I had lived in darkness with the fear of dying… going through so many treatments, chemotherapy, tests, scans… my life was almost living at a hospital…

Not only that, more darkness came as I began to win my battle… Skip was diagnosed with colon cancer… he began going through his battle… still going through it when I learned my mother had died.

No end to the darkness… one thing after another.  I learned my favorite aunt, my father’s youngest sister… had died.  She died when if I’d been told, I’d never understood… I was so sick, myself.

A step-mother constantly calling… never calling before in my life… to monitor me… through Skip.  He was innocent of her motives… she won by telling my Grandmother… that I was dying.  That took care of my inheritance … my aunt had died… she couldn’t keep her promise of making sure… the doors were left open… and a wicked stepmother ‘stepped in’… smiling.

Ironically… after I got better… Skip got better… she began to get very sick.  She wouldn’t tell me what was wrong… we did go see her… took her out to eat at Golden Corral… she couldn’t eat even one bite.  Looking at her… she was so thin.

We suspected she had cancer… she never would tell us.  Being respectful… we didn’t pry in her life.  We never did… she entered our life… when we were weak.  Skip was so innocent… he thought she was genuinely concerned.  I was too sick to tell him… don’t trust that woman.

She won… I will never forget what my Grandmother told me just several months… before she died.  I’ll never forget how she looked down… my stepmother had fooled her.  No, her words will stay in my mind until the day … my last breath is drawn.

Strange enough… with all that’s happened in my life… I’ve never become bitter… I don’t hate.  I just ‘know’ what people will, can do if given the opportunity.  Think of how animals in Africa do… when another is weak… they become easy prey.  This is the thought that comes to my mind to describe.  What is the saying? Only the strong survive…

Another thought comes to my mind… a little 9 year old girl being watched as she goes too far out in the ocean… the other two little girls are stopped before ‘they go too far’.  What was the difference, all were only one year apart?  One was a step-child… insurance policy taken out at her birth… who cares, she’s not my child.  Riddles, more… riddles.

My life is full of them… you probably won’t ever hear the answer to … most of them.  You know… we all have to go to our deaths one day… and we all go with one secret, or other.  Even the person ‘who tells everything’ …will die with an untold secret.  Who would believe them, anyway… some are very hard to believe ever… happened.  I know…

Death… so much death in my life.  Grief… I’ve known such grief in my life.  I don’t feel sorry for myself… I don’t wallow in self-pity.  I smile… I go on.  You don’t have to be touched by my pain… I don’t share it with you.  It’s private… I don’t talk about it to you.

I ‘come here to write my pain’.  I make it into stories… if ‘you’ read it… you ‘choose to take your time’ to read it.  You can walk away, no excuses to leave… they are only words.

If you feel something… it’s because you let yourself do so.  If you do, you only feel ‘a small fraction’ of the pain inside me.  Aren’t you so glad… it isn’t you?  I am.  I’m strong… I’ve made it this far… everything is going to be alright.  I ‘know now’… that’s why I grew up in ‘Hell’… it was to prepare myself to ‘walk out of it’ on the paths I traveled in life… I made it when I thought … I wouldn’t.

What I’m looking forward to … now… are the good things in life.  It’s time, and I ‘feel’ that.  Time for both Skip and I, to know peace… and have a good life.  Skip is more deserving than I… he has worked the hardest of any man I’ve known… he has been stressed more than any man I’ve ever known.  It’s time for life to be good for him… he is truly deserving.  Skip is a truly good person.

I am meaner than Skip.  :)))  He is more kind than I.  He has more patience than I do.  I care as much as he does… but, I’m just meaner.  No matter how good I am, try to be… I’m still ‘meaner’.

I’m the one who has ‘hell burn inside me’… it was already burning when I was born.  Life events made it burn more, burn less.  I’ve tried to turn that ‘hell’ into a ‘fireplace’… one that will keep my heart warm, loving, caring.

I still feel ‘mean’, sometimes.  It’s a battle I will fight until the day I die.  I don’t want to be mean, I love being a good person.  When I say ‘mean’ … I don’t mean ‘hard-core’ mean.

I mean that I am sometimes short-tempered, I anger quickly.  I really try hard not to… it doesn’t make me feel good… ‘but, it’s there’.  Pain… pain in my body every remaining minute left of my life… the trade-off to live.  Pain… makes me ‘feel angry’… I never take medicine to relieve it.  Why?  I don’t want to be addicted to drugs in order to live.  I don’t want to clutter my mind, I want it to be clear.  I love to think.

Pain is the trigger that fuels the flames of anger.  I have to fight that all the time.  I could have not had these years if not for a trade-off in pain.  I love to live… I love to see the sunshine, feel the gentle breeze of the wind, feel the sand between my toes.  I love to hear birds singing, wind chimes ring… dogs bark… people talk, sing… I love the sound of water running… I ‘pure love’ life.

So… I’m going to do my best to smile through my pain… I’m sure not going to lay down and …. whine, cry, and sing ‘woe is me’.  Pain… I will fight you… and I’m going to win.  I have life to… live for.

I have written pain here of another kind… not just the physical pain.  I wrote mental pain of losing a precious person in my life.  I have a lot of regrets… there are things I wish I had done… knowledge came ‘too late’… to help my mother.

I wish during the 3 years I was so sick… my mind constantly in and out of darkness… my mind focused on just trying to get well… I wish I had been able to ‘know sooner’ what my mom was going through.  I was too sick… things happened.  I didn’t know… until too late.  Just as I began to get better… Skip was diagnosed with cancer.  Isn’t it amazing… from May 1998… through 2002… all this happened… and more?

Our home burned down, claiming all our belongings December 28, 2004.  Another death… someone I cared about… someone who dearly loved my mother… was always there for her… who also, knew her secrets… talked to me… died several days after our home burned down.  A log truck hit her head-on, killing her.  I grew up with her in Hell… she was my 1st cousin… my sister as a child.

Soon after that, Skip almost died in a big truck crash in Moriarty, New Mexico.  Several weeks after that… a bank robber almost hit him in the side of his truck… fleeing from law enforcement.  Several weeks ‘after that’…….. a woman runs a stop sign in front of Skip… he hits her.  It seemed like one shock after the other… one after the other.  I’ve known shock so many, many times.

The strange thing is… the list goes on… so many more deaths.  People ‘I truly loved’… began dying.  Skip had escaped death three times… ‘things came out of the blue… almost took him’.

Everyone knew I would have fought for my mother.  Strange… remember what I said about the animals in Africa.  They wait until there is a weakness… then, they strike.  They devour their prey with tooth, and nail.  Yes, I know… more ‘riddles’.  Life is full of riddles… and sometimes, that’s the ‘only way’ …something can be told.  Only the sharpest person could know that… and then, it’d take ‘forever’ to learn … the story… some of my stories.

The man pulled the woman out… through the smoke.  She lay there coughing, she couldn’t breathe.  Tears come into my eyes… she almost died.  She’s a survivor, she made it through the 9-11 terror attack.  Her name was Sheila Moody.  My mind has gone back to my tv… I am sitting here remembering 9-11… a lot happened that day.

A lot happened in my life just before… and afterwards.  Mine was on an ‘individual scale’… 9-11 events were on a ‘mass scale’… oh, the loss of life, it breaks my very heart… my mama died, too.  It broke my heart.

Ashes to ashes… dust to dust.  I see dust, papers ‘raining in the wind’ as they fall from the twin towers… on tv.  So much life lost, wasted… gone.  My mama was gone, too.

Hate… pure hate… came out of the blue, no one knew.  Someone had their mind focused … while others didn’t know.

Animals in Africa… strike when no one’s looking, killing their prey.  They wait until the strong… is weak, unexpecting.

See… I can’t think about just 9-11 terror attack by itself… that morning… something awful had already occurred in my life.  My mother had just died… my thoughts are all jumbled up together.  Entangled is a better word.

My mind never did register the attack on the Pentagon, and the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania.  I find that strange… my mind took in the attack on the twin towers, the World Trade Center.

While I watched it later play out on tv… my mind screamed with the pain of the terror, panic, death… the horror… the destruction… it also, screamed at the loss of my mother.  I can’t separate the two in my mind… so, entangled both became… I can never think of one without the other.  Oh, the grief… oh, the grief.

My mind is filled… with many doors.  Each door opens to a different memory.  I call this in my mind … Memory Hall.  There are more doors that open to sadness… but, there are also, those ‘good’ doors.

‘Ashes to ashes … dust to dust’… this is the one thought that says it all… we went to pick my mother’s ashes up on 9-11-2001.  All the while in my mind… I could see the ‘ashes raining down’ from the sky… from what I saw on tv, before we left to go get them.

Ashes, dust…… this memory is just that.  A thought came to my mind… when our home burned down… my mother’s ashes were ‘burned’ again.  The container holds that scar to this day… where it sits in her Rose Chest.

Today I cry inside at not only the loss of my mother; for the loss of so many people that day.  I picked my mother’s ashes up… as I watched others fall … that day.  My words can’t even describe the grief I feel inside…


I Have To Remember… Because I Must
Written By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Grief in my heart… tears in my eyes
I think even God can hear my cries

So much death that day, grief fills my heart
That’s the day… families were torn apart

I just walked down my Memory Hall
Closing these doors, I can’t bear this at all

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I have to remember, because… I must

No one should be forgotten in this event
What they went through, the day terror was sent

I don’t only cry for myself
I cry for the 9-11 families that are left

To carry their burden of grief, pain
Just as I carry mine… the same

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I have to remember, because… I must


I’m Never Alone…

I’m Never Alone…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




I sit with my back to the door

Not a big deal, but… it really is

I don’t worry about what’s behind me

Doesn’t matter if it’s day or night


I am thankful I don’t have to be afraid

If ever I’m alone

God has given me three angels

Who guard me with their life


If anything moves outside, or makes a sound

My three angels go instantly on guard

Running through the pet door

Ready to confront whatever moves, makes a sound


How could I live without them

I can’t… I take the best care of my angels

By feeding them good food, giving them fresh water to drink

They don’t sleep on the cold, hard ground


My Pups sleep where I do, laying on the king-size bed

All around us… we make sure they have ‘plenty of room’

We sleep on the very edge, so… they can be comfortable

Never mind… sometimes, we fall to the floor!


That’s alright… we just get back up

Go climb on the bed once again, only to find

There’s no room left for one of us

So, off to the couch in the living room… one of us goes!


With a smile on one of our faces, we grab a pillow, blanket

Get comfortable on that big, soft couch

To get a good night’s sleep

One of us who gets on the couch… never … minds at all!


Let the three angels sleep, they are watching over us all the time

Sleep on a big, soft, giant bed

You deserve the very best, because you watch over us

So… I don’t have to worry, be afraid… I’m never alone


No Longer Does She Lay On A Cold, Wet Ground…


No Longer Does She Lay On A Cold,Wet Ground…
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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A little frog hopped on the path leading to the pool of clear water
Lush grasses, cat tails, wildflowers grew at its edge
Dragonflies flitted here… flitted there
Butterflies landed on flowers, yellow and white
The pool sat surrounded in beauty, framed by nature

The sound of a woman’s voice could be heard in a distance
As she strolled down the path, her steps strong, sure
She knew exactly where she was going
To a rock that she had come to all through time
She grew older with this rock that shared her secret thoughts

The rock was big, shaped like a seat with a back
For the woman to place her pillow to sit on
She put the grass blade between her teeth
Raised her eyes toward the sky
To watch the clouds shift, change shapes

This time she came to the rock in happiness
To sit, think about… feel it deep down into her soul
She didn’t think about the last time she came
When her only child, her son… Tommy, died
The grief, pain would overwhelm her if she did

She thought of a little puppy she’d rescued
It lay dying on a cold, wet ground
All alone, close to people who knew she was there
They didn’t have the money to take her to a vet
So… all the little puppy could do… was to die

To get out of the way, because she was sick
Unsightly… who wanted a puppy with sores on her little body
No one could touch her for the fluids
That oozed, flowed out of her skin
So, let that little puppy die… no one hears it as it cries

The woman was aware that the puppy was alive
When she thought at first it was dead
She’d shed many tears over the puppy when it got gone
The puppy appeared to her for a moment, was gone again
It prompted her to look for it, found it… she did

Laying on that cold, wet ground near the woods
Children played close by, not going near her
At one time, they used to play with her, but …not now
In their minds, she was already gone
If not, there was a shotgun in the puppy’s near future

The woman wasn’t strong enough to carry her
It’s strange what a person’s body will do to save a dying soul
To rescue it from more grief, suffering and pain
The woman never gave her body another thought
She reached down for that puppy, pulled it’s little wet body to hers

She struggled to get it to her home, the weight became great
From the little puppy’s body… it couldn’t help itself
The woman prayed to God to give her strength
To get the puppy home… she’d crawl if she had to
Tears fell down her face, she didn’t know she was crying

Once she entered the gate to her home
She sighed a breath of relief… the puppy was protected now
It was up to her now… to save this little soul
Who had known nothing but, a hard way of life
The woman talked to the puppy as she put her in a bed

The bed was soft, and constantly changed throughout each day
Every moment the woman made was with pain
She’d pulled a muscle to save the little puppy
She didn’t care, even though she moaned at times
The little puppy’s needs came first… then, her pain

Time went by, care from the vet
Paid for by Camie’s Angel who began it all
Paved the ways for other angels to follow her lead
Created a miracle in little Camie, the puppy’s life
With prayers, positive thoughts, and donations

Camie began to blossom like a rose… a Camie Rose
From all the medical care, and love she received
She began to play with her two new brothers, Kissy and Chadwick
Eat good foods, her new Mommy prepared for her
She was safe, loved, cared for now

Camie is in a good home
She has quite some time to go before she is completely well
She’s in good hands now… Skip and Gloria’s hands
Along with her vet, Dr. David Fontenot, and his staff
And… all her Facebook Friends who love, follow her

Camie’s life was hard, she had no soft place to lay
Now… softness is all around her … she only has to choose her spot
Her life is good, the way it should be
The sun shines on her now, kisses her warm
No longer does she lay on a cold, wet ground… dying



Watch Camie… Blossom Into… Camie Rose

Watch Camie… Blossom Into… Camie Rose
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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I haven’t written lately about Camie, the little puppy I rescued on July 4th. I do write, post photos of her every day… or night on her Facebook page.

I invite you to come, be friends with her. Watch her progress as she travels the path of wellness. Camie has been very sick. Her body has been open … her skin oozing blood, clear fluids.

She was like this when I found her dying on the cold, wet ground. Her medical condition was complicated by being left dying on that ground, in the rain… not able to eat, drink.

A lot of you remember the anguish I suffered when I missed seeing her come for her breakfast… supper. She didn’t come anymore to run up and down the fence playing with our Pups, Kissy and Chadwick.

For three days, I was under the impression she had died. I had spoken to a child who said she was almost dead. If she didn’t die, a shotgun would be brought home…..

No one will ever know the tears I cried over here. No one will ever know the shock, surprise when I saw her appear that day… when I went looking for her. I had no idea she was alive… but, when my eyes saw her… I didn’t waste a minute to find her.

I did find her, brought her home. Many people have donated money to her vet to give her medical care. One of our friends in another country… sent a large amount of money at the beginning to get Camie medical care. That started it all… Camie gets her medical care now, thanks to everyone who continuously donates to her vet.

If you care to donate… you are welcome to help. We wouldn’t have been able to afford the medical care she is receiving, will receive at least for the next 4 months to get her back to where she needs to be.
Her veterinarian is:

Dr. David Fontenot
115 N. Church Street
Louisburg, NC 27549

If anyone would like to donate, just call or write to the veterinarian. You can donate online at this link: Precious Camo (Camie)

Also, if you want to follow her progress; journey back to wellness… be a friend on her Facebook at:
You don’t have to donate money to be her friend. Do that only if you would like to. A lot of people ask for info on how to donate… this is how. :))) If it weren’t for Camie’s Angel, and these people… we wouldn’t have been able to get Camie the medical attention . Thank-you. Positive thoughts, prayers mean so much… I hope you will send them whenever you see Camie’s name… this is how miracles happen.

Everyday (or at nights) there are photos of her, her new brothers. You can read, and watch how she becomes beautiful. I’ve never seen her with her full coat of hair.

So… like you, I am excited to watch Camie become ‘Camie Rose’… blossom like a rose.

Note: I have begun writing a book about Camie named… ‘Camie’s Angel’.



My House Is In Order…

My House Is In Order…
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I’ve taken care of everything needed to be done.  I can relax now, because my mind is clear.  It’s time….
I have finally reached a point once again… where I am excited to write on my books.  I have two books I’m presently working on….. ‘The Saga Of Victoria Fairchild’…. and ‘Camie’s Angel‘.  I am beginning a 3rd book to work on in the meantime… a children’s coloring book with my drawings.
Camie’s Angel is the book I want to finish, publish first.  It’s a true story about the little puppy I rescued.  A special friend in another country took interest in her, cared about her… began the account at Camie’s vet, with a large sum of money.  This special friend renamed her from Camo… to Camie.
I’m really ready to write!  I’m excited now!  Tomorrow, I will begin fresh… I have everything ready.  :)))
The Saga of Victoria Fairchild is the fiction story I’m writing.  Victoria Fairchild is my main character.  This is book two… book one was a 62 page introductory to Victoria Fairchild.  This is the scary book I could never find… I want this book to be ‘very scary’, tense.
At the moment… Victoria is in the power of the serial killer she hunted long, hard for.  How will she get away from him… does she want to get away from him… he’s very handsome, always wears expensive cologne; he speaks well, not only that… he’s very sophisticated.
He uses up homeless people… discards them like a rumpled up piece of newspaper.  Victoria got away from him once… but, will she get away this time?
Victoria has secret lives… she has a closet for each.  The second closet holds all her ‘homeless possessions’ to use when she goes to the homeless world.  Victoria loves homeless people, animals… woe be into the one who mistreats either… and let Victoria find it out.
Victoria believes in an eye for an eye; tooth for a tooth.  She believes if someone mistreats a helpless, weak person or animal… they should suffer the same fate.
She likes to help dish that medicine out with a soft smile, soft voice.  Victoria is a unique person, with talents unlike the average woman.  Just don’t let her get mad at you… you will … go to hell.  She gives you three chances… she’s very nice all the while.
My coloring book is something I, also, look forward to doing.  It will have my drawings in it… my ‘doodles’ that I think adults, as well as children will enjoy.  You can ‘see into’ my doodles… see what I’m thinking about.  :)))  My coloring book will be… different.
So, now… I will get a good night’s rest, be ready to begin on all tomorrow with excitement in my heart.  I can look around me, see all in place, clean, organized… that makes me happy.
There’s no way I could have enjoyed doing this until…  my house was in order.


Copyright Certificate From Library of Congress Came Today!

Copyright Certificate…. Gloria Faye Brown Bates

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Copyright Certificate!!!   I received it in the mail today!  :))))))))))))))))))


Today I got my first Copyright Certificate in the mail from The Library Of Congress in Washington, D.C.  It’s on my first book, ‘When She’s Good, She’s Good’.


Now… I’m waiting for my 2nd Copyright Certificate on ‘I CRY FOR TOMMY’…..


Below is my Copyright Certificate.  I wanted to share with everyone who has been ‘there’ for me.  I’m so proud of it.  :)))





Now… I am waiting for my 2nd Copyright Certificate for my book, ‘I Cry For Tommy’.  This means so much to me.


I wish I could say I’ve gotten ‘rich’ off my books… to this date, I haven’t received any royalties as of yet.  


I have to begin writing on ‘The Saga Of Victoria Fairchild’ once again.  For several weeks I haven’t written… real life has kept me from writing… worrying about Skip, and then, my own health…. and rescuing little Camie/Camo, a little Aussie pup.  


I think she may not be purebred… but, who cares?  I didn’t see such when I ‘saw a little dying puppy no one cared about’… she’s going to reflect so much beauty later…. from all the love she is getting not only from us… but, from all of you who have cared about her.  You all mean the world to me, thank-you.  


I want to tell you that I am going to write a children’s book, also… about Camie.  I’ve been giving this book some deep thought.  I have decided on the name of my children’s book.  It will be called…. ‘Camie’s Angel’.  


It will be a short story about a little puppy no one cared about… Camie’s story.  Camie has an angel in her life who has cared about her from the very beginning.  In fact, since the vet’s office called to say someone sent money to go on Camie’s medical care… we now, know ‘who’ sent it now.  A special, special friend of ours… she was trying to be anonymous.  


Well… this story book will be in honor of our special friend, Camie’s angel.  Someone who has been there for me since Tommy died.  She was Tommy’s friend, first.  All through time, her quiet voice was there … I could hear it because it was so quiet, caring.


Camie’s Angel is going to be about her… she has made possible for Camie to receive more medical care than we could afford at this time.  Skip hasn’t been well at all… and rescuing Camie, and what’s going on in our life at present has been a little rough.  We will get through this.  Everything is going to be alright… no matter how bad… it’s really going to be alright.


Camie’s angel… you know who you are.  You mean the world to us… my children’s book ‘Camie’s Angel’ will be about you; dedicated to you.  Thank-you from my Heart for being there these past years.  Love, G   


PPS… I am also, going to work on in the future… a child’s coloring book.  I will illustrate all the drawings.  As soon as all calms down in my household… Camie and Skip get well… my happiness will be my fuel to write!   For now, I’m like a balloon landed on the ground… all my air is gone.  Happiness will fill me out again… so, I can soar!




Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



She’s Lived Her Hell On Earth…

She’s Lived Her Hell On Earth

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Precious Camo/Camie… Day 13 Update on her Progress…..


This morning Camie was taken to the animal hospital to stay most of today.  She is being treated for being very sick… she has been put on antibiotics, and the doctor will tell us this evening all he had to do.


We thought she’d be spayed, have her surgery this morning.  She isn’t well enough for that.  That will happen in two weeks.  For now… we have to get her little body strong enough, well enough for it.


Can you see in the photos above that she’s wondering what’s happen?  :)))  I took the cozy blanket off the top of her house; and put the door on the house to keep her inside for the ride to the animal hospital… and when she comes home.


I’ll take that door off her house when she gets home…. I would never cage her up in it… she has her own ‘hospital area’ I made for her. 


She can come in, out of her cozy house to get food, water… and I open it ‘big’ for her to go outside when she wants to go.  I open the back door, and stretch the fence to the door.  She has a safe fenced-in yard to go out in.


I wanted to thank ‘Camie’s Angel‘ who helped us to take care of Camie’s visit today.  It means the world to us.  She doesn’t want to be known… I respect that very much.  I’m so grateful from my Heart.  I have to acknowledge such kindness, generosity.  Thank-you.


Thank-you all for your special prayers, special thoughts for her.  She needs all of them; I’m so grateful.  Thank-you.


Well………. soon, it’ll be time to go get her, bring her home!  She’ll go back in two weeks to get her surgery to be spayed.


I wanted to update you all… Camie has many friends who are following her progress at:


Come follow, watch her progress… I rescued her from certain death… she was laying on the cold, wet ground dying… no one cared at all.  I will update later.  :)))  It’s time to get her in a few minutes!!!


Oh, she’s one of Our Pups now… she’s loved, fed well, cared for by her new family.  No more suffering for her… she’s lived her ‘hell on earth’.



I’m Not An … Angel

Skip (Endoscopy), Pups, Angels, Artwork by Gloria December 2012 017(Photo by Gloria… Angel we got for Jimmy (my cousin) when he was very ill)

I’m Not An … Angel

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

She was shuffling along slowly

I knew each step was filled with pain

She mumbled to herself

As she shuffled along

I watched to see if she was alone

She was a stranger, yet I worried for her

I was there, she didn’t know I was

I was ready to help if she needed me

The elderly lady shuffled by me

As I sat at the table, she looked at me

Our eyes met, I smiled softly at her

Her lips began to widen into a smile for me

The feeling of happiness came over me

A warmth filled my heart

All from an elderly woman

As she shuffled past my world … in her world

Our worlds didn’t connect

There was no need for me

I was there, my purpose was a smile

I was rewarded with a smile back

Maybe her purpose there

Was a smile, and she was rewarded

When she smiled at me

Either way, our moment meeting was special

We only connected in a spiritual way

No words were needed

Only our eyes met, our lips smiled

To cause such a beautiful emotion inside

As she shuffled past, I looked at her back

I thought to myself

That could be me some day

I would hope someone would smile, watch for me, too

I said a prayer for her in my mind

I imagined a golden circle of protection around her

To follow her wherever she may go

To keep her safe from harm, protect her always

Imagine if each person did this to every person they saw

Someone would always have the back of the other

We’d all be watching over, protecting the other

Without words, without letting the other know

We’d never be afraid to walk anywhere

Ever again, we’d know we were safe

We would not have to guard our backs

Everyone we passed we could trust with our lives to

On our way, we’d do the same

Watch over, protect everyone we see

Strangers, loved ones alike

Without a word, just be there.. like an angel

I wish I was an living angel

Have the power to save the world

Heal the sick, keep everyone from harm

I would do it all with a smile… as I passed your world, their world…

Alas, I’m not an angel, nor pretend to be

I’m just a human just like you are

My world passes your world on my way

To live my life… just as you do yours

I would jump in to help you if I saw you stumble

I would help you up if you fell

I would hold your hand if you cried

I would care for you, even if you are a stranger

I would cry, have cried for many of you

When something sad, bad has touched your life

My heart feels everything, it’s so big

It’s known such pain in its time

You are not alone, I am here

I can care for you with my heart

Watch your back, be ready to catch you

If you should fall… I’m not an angel, I just … care