He Pulled A Rabbit Out Of The Hat…

He Pulled A Rabbit Out Of The Hat…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee… 2013


She sat there, stunned.  No, stunned wasn’t the word.  She was in ‘pure’ shock.  Devastated.  What was going to happen to their dogs?  They were their babies, their life.  They were the only family they had left in their life.  Her only child had died three years ago… she had no one left in her life… only her husband, and three dogs.


She and her husband were traveling down the road.  Her husband was driving.  His cellphone rang… it was the call he’d been expecting.  He was smiling as he pressed the button on his bluetooth, his hands-free device for his cellphone.


He spoke pleasantly into his phone, his face was smiling.  The call he expected, was from a man who had hired him to work locally, making very good money.  He was happy, he could stay close to home, his wife, his dogs.  It meant the world to him.


He’d already met the man… both instantly liked each other.  The man called him over the next several days… and they met again for her husband to give him his driving record, and such.


His driving record was perfect… he was a good driver.  Not only that, he was good with customers… he’d worked in management… so, he knew how to talk to anyone.


She sensed something was wrong… it was taking her husband too long to answer.  She looked over at him… instantly felt sick to her stomach.  Something’s wrong… why does her husband look like that!


Her husband had been driving long-distance for so long… he just wanted to be home.  He’d begun having fears that he might not see home again.


He told her that he didn’t mind telling anyone that he loved being home, loved being with his wife, loved his dogs.  Not only that, he loved to be home in the evenings to drink tea, and watch his favorite tv shows.


This new job meant that his dream to be home … was coming true.  Both felt such happiness, relief.  He’d been out of work for over a month… and they had been having such a hard time.


Bills needed to be paid… groceries needed to be bought… gas was expensive.  Pups needed food… they also, had to buy water by the gallon… they couldn’t drink the water from the tap at their home.


Not only that… rent needed to be paid.  Thankfully, the man they rented their house from… understood.  He was a good man… in fact, he encouraged her husband to come home, get off the road.  The man was their friend, also.  He worried about her husband… he knew she worried about her husband.


So, now… that was the reason he was on the phone.  He’d been hired to drive… and the man was calling him to talk to him about the details.


She saw the smile slip off her husband’s face, heard his voice tell the man, that he understood.  Her husband’s voice was pleasant, though she knew something was ‘bad’… wrong.  He pushed the button on the bluetooth, to turn the cellphone off.


“He can’t hire anyone right now… the insurance company is investigating … to do with one of his trucks burning up.  He can’t hire anyone until it’s over, done with.  He has only the one driver and himself to drive… and if his other driver quit now… he’d be ruint… because he can’t hire anyone right now.  He said he hates to tell good people bad news.


She sat there… went into a shock.  She felt her husband do the same.  Her hands went to her face… she couldn’t bear this.  Where would their dogs go… they were going to lose everything.  She didn’t care about herself… just where would her dogs go?  She began… crying.


Her husband drove home in shock.  He couldn’t even speak.  He felt bad for his wife.  They got out of the vehicle in silence… both went into the gate, closing… locking it behind them.  They both reached out to pet their 3 dogs as they walked up the steps, onto the porch… opened the door, entered the house.


She stopped, turned to him, said to him in a soft voice, “Oh God, what are we going to do, what are we going to do?  Where will our dogs go… who can care for them like we do”?


In a quiet voice, he told her not to worry… their dogs weren’t going anywhere, and they’d be cared for by only them.  He told her everything was going to be alright.  He would show her.


She felt faint… she held onto the chair as she walked by it.  She couldn’t take anymore.  They were at rock-bottom… how in the world could they come up now.


They were like a hot-air balloon… sitting on the ground… what in the world could make it rise back up in the air?  What?


She did something she rarely ever did… she only did such a thing when ‘the world came to an end’ for her.  She walked to the bedroom, opened the closet door… reached for her nightgown.


She put it on, hung her clothes up.  She walked out into the hall where she met her husband… she softly said, “I am going to put me into bed… I’m no good to you, or to me right now… I can’t function anymore… I am going to bed”.  She turned, went to the bed… pulled her covers back… turned on her electric blanket.  She was so cold.


Instantly, the bed shook as three dogs jumped up on the bed with her.  They all found their places beside her, promptly snuggled up to her.  Her husband walked to the door… talked to her.  She told him she was so sorry… she wasn’t any good to anyone right now.  She said in a quiet voice, “You’ve always pulled a rabbit out of the hat… please pull a rabbit out of the hat, now”.


She heard her husband say in a quiet voice, “I’ll pull a rabbit of the hat, you’ll see.  Everything’s going to be alright.  I’ll be back in a little while”.


He left… she fell asleep surrounded by the dogs she loved with her very heart.  As she fell asleep to get away from all the grief, pain in her heart… she reached out to touch her babies.  They were all she had… them and her husband.


She began praying, asking God for a miracle.  She knew many miracles had happened in her life… she asked for one more.  She asked for a good job for her husband, one he could be happy at… one here at home.  As she fell alseep, she prayed that she, her husband, and dogs never be apart… and for all to be alright.  As she drifted to sleep… she thanked God for all she had.


She laid on the big bed… surrounded by three dogs who knew her as their ‘Mommy’.  They snuggled close, tight to her… they knew something was wrong… they sensed she needed them close to her.  They needed… her.


“I have good news, I got a job!”  She became aware of her husband’s voice… it sounded happy.  She woke up, sat up in bed… the dogs jumped up to be petted by her husband.


He began to tell her how he went to a friend of theirs, talked to him.  He didn’t need anyone right now.  He told her how instead of turning to go in the direction he always went… to come home… he went straight.


He drove until… he saw his friend’s truck in the distance.  It was parked in front of his house.  He drove up, parked behind it.  His friend and his wife, and sister came out when they saw him park.


His friend asked him what was he doing.  Her husband told him he was looking for a job… that he’d tried to retire but, there wasn’t enough money to retire.


His friend said his company was looking for a good, experienced driver.  Her husband had worked for that company many years ago… that’s where he had met his friend.


His friend called the company… told them he thought he’d found somebody.  He put the man on speakerphone, and he remembered her husband… her husband remembered him.


It was a good conversation.  He told her husband to call on Monday, and that he would have him come there with another driver to pick up a truck.  Also, he’d be taking a drug test, and all the things he needed to do.


She began to cry softly… when she finally looked up… it seemed everything felt ‘alive’ once again.  She had completely stopped living for a little while… she looked into her husband’s eyes.  They were happy… his voice was happy.  He would be going to work with people he knew… who knew him.  She felt happiness in her heart… she said quietly, “You pulled a rabbit out of the hat!”


She quietly thanked God inside her heart… he’d sent them a miracle at the most crucial time… a better one than the one that came with good promises… left as quickly…  like a tornado blowing in, tearing everything up… leaving all laying in pieces… as it blew away.


She had lost faith in everything… so many bad things had happened in her life… in their life.  So many miracles had happened in their life… always restoring hope again.  This was one of those rare times, when she gave up… knowing there wasn’t any hope left… only to be lifted back up by her husband.  He ‘pulled a rabbit out of the hat’.


A Memory Drifted By In My Mind…

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee



 A Memory Drifted By In My Mind…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee



I sit here in my world that’s been sad

Feeling happy, light-hearted deep in my soul

Thoughts, memories stirring in me of

My lover, my best friend … my hero



I am sitting here looking inside my mind

I can’t see you, because you aren’t there

I see my thoughts, I hear them.. too

I can’t feel them with my hands, I can with my heart



I see a memory coming closer

It’s of me standing on tiptoes to place a kiss

On your sweet lips, I kiss your nose, too

I love you my… husband, with my very heart



The memory floated away in my mind

Just as another memory drifted in

There you are smiling at me, love in your eyes

Do you know how dear you are to me?



I feel a softness in my face, in my heart, when I think of you

I love you, my husband, my lover, my best friend

You are my life, my world … my hero

As that memory floats away … we make more memories to take its place



I love you, my husband, my lover, my best friend

You are my life, my world … my hero

I feel a softness in my face, in my heart, when I think of you

As I think of you, see you … a memory is taking its place at this moment





I was thinking of Skip as I wrote this … I read it to him … I said to him, “I wrote this thinking of you.”  Skip said, “I can tell, it’s self-explanatory.”  :)))  



I just smiled, nodded… sometimes, even after twenty-plus years, a shyness can pop up out of nowhere … sweet, special … you know what I’m speaking of … remember experiencing it when first meeting the love of your life?



I still feel that soft, so sweet shyness with my husband sometimes.  When I do … it rates stopping for a moment to take a closer look … I only smile more … when I do.  



I love you, Skip … I love you to my dying day.  If I died at this moment, I will have known, loved the best husband, best friend … in this whole-wide … world.  Love Your Wife, Gloria :)))

Her World Is Going To Be Alright…


Her World Is Going To Be Alright


By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


They sat by the little fish pond


Each the love of the other’s life


Talking, laughing as they fed the fish


She looked up at the sky


Turned her head, she heard a rustling


She saw leaves flutter to the ground


It was fall time, their favorite time of the year


He’d been very ill, in the hospital


They were now, getting a start on fall things they loved to do


As they sat there, they spoke of having no one


No one but, themselves… she was there for him


His wife… he was there for her… her husband


She threw bread crumbs out over the water


He threw his bread crumbs, too


Many little fish came to the surface, little mouths feeding


As she listened to her husband’s voice


She leaned back in her chair for a moment


Closed her eyes, felt the breeze… heard his voice


Felt the urge to go to sleep as the thought crossed her mind


It’s so peaceful here, listening to the wind in the trees


Her husband’s voice comforted her, soothed her to sleep


She woke in a moment, smiled at herself


I think my world is coming back together


Everything is going to be alright


They’d hit another rough time in their life


A storm threatened to overturn their boat


Threatened to take one away


To leave the other here alone in this big, old world


She looked up at the sky, thanked God


Thank you, God… for not taking Skip


He’s all I got, he and the Pups


They are my whole life, I have no one else


Thank you, Lord… for not taking him away


She took a sigh of relief, many she’s taken


Since the day he began to improve


When she knew he was going to be alright


Gloria smiled at him as they made plans


About things they wanted to do in the future


Yes, her world was going to be … alright




January 09, 2012

I was reading one of my emails this morning (I’m glad to hear from alot of you by private email, also). I began to think about something I’ve noticed and watched happen for years.

You may recognize what I’m about to write … you may have been a ‘victim’… later, to have nothing and left wondering ‘what happened’.

Truthfully, I can only write about what I know to be true by knowing actual people who are guilty of this… or have been a ‘victim’. I’ve never been a ‘victim’… nor intend to ever be.

Have you ever noticed….. (if not ..you will from now on… or if you are an ‘intended victim’… you may think about this and stop it in time before you are left.. with nothing)……… have you ever noticed that when men die, there are what I call ‘widow- seekers’ …who come calling on his widow? (‘Widow-Seekers’… is my name for these type of men… I’ve never heard anyone else use it. :)))))

These are the men who rear back in their chairs with that little greedy glint in their eyes. They are the ones who brag the loudest about ‘what they got’. These are the men who are like little banty roosters… they are indeed ‘cock of the walk’. They have the world by the tail…. by someone else’s tail. they never earned it.

They seem to have a wad of money in their pocket, they always seem to be flashing it. They always have the best of everything, they always seem to have plenty of time on their hands… they ‘really don’t have to work’. They are quick to tell others that. ‘They don’t have to work’.

What they don’t tell anyone is that when a man dies, the widow-seeker either knows that man, or hears about that man…….. they beam in on the widow.

the widow-seeker is an expert on comforting a woman when she is grieving, he’s the first one to get her a tissue for her tears! After-all…. this man, this widow-seeker…. ‘really cares’. The woman, the widow, the ‘victim’ falls for it.

The next thing you know.. the victim has gotten her husband’s insurance money, all the while, the widow-seeker has been glued to her side. How caring, how loving he is. There’s nothing quite like this widow he has sought. He loves the ground she walks on.

What the ‘victim’… widow doesn’t know is, she had better take advantage of such love and attention.. because this is the best she’s ever going to get from the widow-seeker!

Once the deceased husband’s insurance money comes… and the widow-seeker gets ‘his part’… he is in business. He is all of a sudden a ‘wealthy man’ and has ‘everything’. He is ready to begin attracting other women.

What a fine man this widow-seeker is. Why now, he is looking good, looking his best because he is the happiest when he has another ‘cash cow’ to take care of his wonderful, charismatic ass. The truth is the …truth and this is the way I see it.

This man, this widow-seeker, is happiest when he is in this position. I’ve known alot of widow-seekers personally… I have listened closely to learn their secrets… though, I have no respect for them. They don’t know that, though. :)))) I smile and I’m sweet… I don’t show my colors to them.

Though I don’t have respect for them, I’m thankful for their life’s lessons to me. There is always a widow-maker close by …ready to run and catch a widow ‘before she hits the ground’.

He will catch her, hold her, soothe her with his silky words, and wrap her up in his cocoon of warmth. Oh yes, the widow-seeker is a slick character! He is the best of the best.

It’s easy to be the best of the best… when you know someone is going to hand you the keys to a fine vehicle, to a wad of money, to another man’s bed, his home, and his woman. It’s easy to be on top of the world …knowing everything is going to be handed to you, no questions asked.

The widow-seeker has earned it by being so sweet, so comforting and so, strong. He has wooed the widow with his soft, silky voice… no matter he isn’t handsome. The widow isn’t looking at this time, she is hearing… so, that voice and what it says is… important. The widow-seeker knows this instinctively.

When about six months has gone by… it’s time to get back to living (in this widow-seeker’s mind). The widow-seeker is well-established in his ‘nest’ now. He becomes alittle irritated from time to time at the widow, making her afraid he will leave her life. She has fallen in love with him!

This sets the widow to thinking… she can’t bear the thoughts of this wonderful man leaving her life. She can’t see how he acts when he is out of her sight. Her friends are telling her, but, everybody knows how ‘freinds’ are… you can’t trust a word they are saying. Especially.. when they get in the way of what one wants … they are never right.

That old widow-seeker is out flashing a wad of cash, driving her husband’s big pickup around, and flirting with women… sitting in those little groups you see at old country stores, bragging.

Oh yes! I got the world by the tail, he thinks. So, he does! He has to ‘seal the deal’ now…. he has got to convince the widow that she needs him to be her husband… after-all, he needs that home of hers… to be his, too! Can’t leave that home out! He’s got to be sure he can’t be kicked out of ‘his home’.

He convinces the widow to take him for her lawful, wedded husband and they say ‘I do’! Then… it begins………

Her life falls apart quickly, the widow-seeker has become tired of pretending. He begins to show ‘his real colors’. He shows this b…………. who is boss now, she is his wife and she damn-well better listen to him. If she doesn’t, he’ll either kick her ass or… worse, he’ll leave her.

That woman knows her place, she begins to listen. She can’t go through life without a man! That’s shameful… don’t let women go through life without a …. MAN! So what does she do?

She becomes a ‘good’ wife. She will continue to work her ass off to support him. She will buy him expensive gifts from the insurance money from her deceased husband. Money that was meant to take care of her, children that are left behind.

The widow-seeker is the one who makes out like a fat cat. He will get that little round belly from lots of good beer or liquor, and eating lots of good foods. After-all, he gets the best… all comes from a man that died who once worked hard for everything the widow-seeker now ‘owns’, so that the widow-seeker never has to work. One has to take care of the widow-seeker!

Actually, the widow-seeker is a very insecure person… he doesn’t dare let on to anyone how vulnerable he is. He has to appear strong, forceful so, that the woman he has seduced into being his wife now… will be afraid of him and what he might do.

She might try kicking him out sometimes, only to beg him to come back. This is exactly what he wants. When she gets upset and screams at him… he’ll scream back ‘but, you begged me to come back to you!’ He is the one with all the power.

This goes on and on…. and on. The ball is in the widow-seeker’s court. The wife of the widow-seeker is on the losing team…. she doesn’t even know it. She can’t see anything because the widow-seeker is always busy… kicking up dust.

Kicking up dust to ‘blind’ her.. so, that she doesn’t see what he is doing behind her back. The fun he has behind her back…. he likes to get that good-loving from the local ‘loose women’ who are always there to comfort any ‘misunderstood’ man that comes along.

The widow-seeker is the most misunderstood man there is. He makes sure these women know that. While he is ‘crying’ to them, they are giving him what he desires most… lots of good loving he can go brag about to his friends.

Oh yes, the widow-seeker has everything. He has the world by the tail. Watch him, pay attention and you’ll be entertained by his actions. The next time a man dies, keep your eyes on his widow…. soon she’ll be accompanied by a …widow-seeker. They come like vultures when there’s death.

They clean up like vultures do, leaving only the skelton behind. They literally suck the life out of the woman they attach themselves to. Watch how her eyes, her face changes within months after, the widow-seeker convinces her to marry him.

The widow-seeker is the winner… unless the widow is smart and catches on. She can be the winner of her life, her decisions, the money left to make sure she and any children don’t have to suffer. She can be free of hell, if she uses the widow-seeker… instead.

Use his comforting words, his cocoon of warmth, be respectful to him and….. go your way. Don’t let him know that you’ve used him, use your sweetest voice with him, thank ‘him’ for all ‘he’s done’ in your time of need. Just don’t let him get his foothold into your life. I promise you that your life will be so much better without the grief…… the widow-seeker would bring.