This is a continuation of GloZell and her husband moves to California. Please read that one first to understand this part.
The funeral home called the next day and said that his Doc’s father was ready for viewing. They sent a limo. This time the whole family broke down. (That’s normal). Doc(DVM) made us hold hands and pray, one by one. Two brothers, one sister, his mother, Doc. and myself (fine)
Then Doc wanted us to step out of the room and talk to his father one by one. (What?) And I had to go first (WHAT?). I didn’t know how long, was long enough to stay in the room with his father. 20 minutes, 30 minuets or 10.
I walked to the casket and realized he was the lucky one. This was ridiculous. So I told him he was a great father and father–in-law and I played the itsy bitsy spider 100 times.
Then it was the next person. We were at the funeral home so long. I started to go into other rooms. I figured, if Doc’s father could hear us the "others" might feel neglected.
Other people were coming to view their love ones. One couple said they are here to view Mr. Nelson. Okay he is in room 7, I said as I walked them to his room. People thought I worked there. I passed out tissue and showed every one were the bathrooms were.
We were there so long the limo driver said that out time is up and we had to go. (Yes!) Doc said he had friends he could call to pick us up so the limo can go. (No!) We were at the funeral home for over 4 hours. (does anyone deliver at a funeral home?)
At the funeral (Finally, the man can rest in peace) the family walks around an open casket. Doc stops. (Oh no) he just couldn’t leave the casket. Every one walked around him. The minister finally started the funeral with Doc standing at the casket.
I didn’t know what to do. He would sit, then go back to the casket during the funeral. I played and sang. I did the best I could. No way could I mess up. We went to the fellowship hall to eat. It crossed my mind that we didn’t go to the graveyard, but maybe things are done different in Ohio?
The next day everything is fine. Doc’s mother is nice to me. She said I did a good job. Helping and singing at the funeral. (Thanks) Then she said something that horrified me. Doc’s mother said that she wanted me to do that same song, plus another on at the funeral. (What is this woman talking about?)
I realize that they are going to have another funeral for Doc’s father in MISSISSIPPI because he had some family members who were too old to travel to Ohio.
(ARE YOU KIDDING ME?) I sat and listen to her go on about the funeral and she gave me a hug. (Help me Lord!)
I had to tell Doc that I have to be in Florida for a play. They are flying me out of Ohio. I went to one funeral. I didn’t know he was going to have two. He just looked at me in disgust. I couldn’t let those Florida people down. I did all I could do.
I flew to Florida did the play and flew to California. The Doc stayed another week in Ohio. He found out that his father had some debt, and his mother was planing to leave him and move to Mississippi after she retires from teaching. Doc asked if I thought His father did this on purpose? I didn’t answer.
When Doc got back to California, he was still a mess. I walked in the apartment and said what is that? Doc, had a HUGE poster size picture of his father framed and leaning against the wall. (What?) It was HUGE, and it was the picture that was used on the front of the funeral program. (Oh no)
Doc took the poster to work, the mall, anywhere he went. Doc said that he would talk to it because it was just like talking to his father. Doc also had his father’s cell phone and he would call it to hear his dad’s voice on the message. (I need help with Doc)
Finally, I asked Doc if he thought he needed to talk to someone. And he went ballistic. I don’t need help! You don’t care! You should have stayed in Ohio with me! You are always going to pick you career over family! You embarrassed my mother with those wedding invitations (What?) and your mother didn’t even call my mother when my father died!
The wedding invitations? That was three years ago. What was your mother saying to you last week in Ohio? Your mother was nasty to my mother at the wedding so my mother didn’t call, but she sent your mother a check to help pay for the funeral. And your mother CASHED it. I bet you mother didn’t tell you that. Doc stopped talking to me.
By the end of the week, Doc handed me divorce papers…
To be continued…
LoVe Ya,
GloZell
Showing posts with label Weddings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weddings. Show all posts
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
GloZell’s Husband?…
I met a guy lets call him Doc.(DVM) The family loved him but I wanted to move to California. Doc said he always wanted to pursue acting so the ideal of California was great. I knew him for only two weeks when he asked me to marry him.
I didn’t think getting married was the right thing to do so I told my mother and him. Doc said it’s okay, we will be fine. My mothers said don’t say that, you don’t want to hurt his feelings. His feelings! The wedding was 8 months away from the time we met. It was his ideal to wait on the hanky panky stuff. I thought he is truly a Christian man. That’s great!
Every one else seemed to think I was so lucky to be marrying a Doc. I had a huge diamond set in Platinum. He had a nice house. That’s was all people cared about.
Doc told me that his friends and family would never think I was good enough for him and that they wouldn’t like me. (Great) But I thought that would change in time. (Wrong)
My mother got caught up with wedding plans, and my father was proud, and I felt trapped. Ritha the wedding planer almost left. It was too much for her. I’m sure she will come out with a book about what she went through with this wedding.
Doc and I got married. It was a gigantic wedding. There were about 20 people in the wedding party. All of Orlando was there. My father was a Doc., and everyone knew and loved him. My mother taught school and my sister and I have performed in just about every church there is in Orlando, the near by cities and out of the country.
My sister and I performed for weddings and funerals; it was second nature to us. Every body knew us and to this day my family is in the Back Orlando Museum! All of us had Afros in the picture, it’s embarrassing.
My mother made my dress, which was too tight. I looked like a white sausage. I wanted to wear braids but that’s not how my mother wanted my hair. So, I had it straighten. I didn’t like that ether. I will tell you more about the wedding at a later time I don’t have the strength to go into it now.
We were going to the Islands for our Honeymoon and when that Island heat hit my hair, I will look like buckwheat’s sister. Oh-tay
I couldn’t ask for any thing better than my father walking me down the isle and him being pleased with the Doc. That was the best thing about the wedding. I will tell you more at a later time. I might have to take up drinking to write about the wedding.
After being married five months, I finally asked the Doc what is the problem? It had been five months and still no hanky panky? He lowered his eyes said we will talk about it when he gets out of the bathroom. So Doc went into the bathroom.
I sat on the bed, my mind-starting going. What is it that he has to tell me after five months? I was thinking how he never left the toilet seat up, NEVER! And how he always shut and locked the door when he was in the bathroom. And that I have never seen It. You know IT. I had Never seen IT!
So, I sat on the bed thinking about what he could possibly tell me. I remembered that it struck me odd that he said he took ballet lessons when he was a kid. (A black man taking ballet lessens?) Doc loved Will Smith. Doc wasn’t from Philadelphia. Doc wanted to dress like him and he had Will Smith’s greatest hit. Who has that?
Doc would play "Will Smith’s greatest hits" in his truck everyday and he knew all of the words. He would look for clothes that Will wore in a movie and buy it. In the movie, Bad Boy’s two. Will did this scene, where he danced and broke a counter. Doc watched it over and over every night after he came home from work for months and learned it. He would perform the dance all the time with a broom. He made me watch it also! To This day, I can’t stand Will Smith.
As I sat on the bed, and thought, more and more, I realized…
I had married a woman.
To be continued
LoVe Ya,
GloZell
I didn’t think getting married was the right thing to do so I told my mother and him. Doc said it’s okay, we will be fine. My mothers said don’t say that, you don’t want to hurt his feelings. His feelings! The wedding was 8 months away from the time we met. It was his ideal to wait on the hanky panky stuff. I thought he is truly a Christian man. That’s great!
Every one else seemed to think I was so lucky to be marrying a Doc. I had a huge diamond set in Platinum. He had a nice house. That’s was all people cared about.
Doc told me that his friends and family would never think I was good enough for him and that they wouldn’t like me. (Great) But I thought that would change in time. (Wrong)
My mother got caught up with wedding plans, and my father was proud, and I felt trapped. Ritha the wedding planer almost left. It was too much for her. I’m sure she will come out with a book about what she went through with this wedding.
Doc and I got married. It was a gigantic wedding. There were about 20 people in the wedding party. All of Orlando was there. My father was a Doc., and everyone knew and loved him. My mother taught school and my sister and I have performed in just about every church there is in Orlando, the near by cities and out of the country.
My sister and I performed for weddings and funerals; it was second nature to us. Every body knew us and to this day my family is in the Back Orlando Museum! All of us had Afros in the picture, it’s embarrassing.
My mother made my dress, which was too tight. I looked like a white sausage. I wanted to wear braids but that’s not how my mother wanted my hair. So, I had it straighten. I didn’t like that ether. I will tell you more about the wedding at a later time I don’t have the strength to go into it now.
We were going to the Islands for our Honeymoon and when that Island heat hit my hair, I will look like buckwheat’s sister. Oh-tay
I couldn’t ask for any thing better than my father walking me down the isle and him being pleased with the Doc. That was the best thing about the wedding. I will tell you more at a later time. I might have to take up drinking to write about the wedding.
After being married five months, I finally asked the Doc what is the problem? It had been five months and still no hanky panky? He lowered his eyes said we will talk about it when he gets out of the bathroom. So Doc went into the bathroom.
I sat on the bed, my mind-starting going. What is it that he has to tell me after five months? I was thinking how he never left the toilet seat up, NEVER! And how he always shut and locked the door when he was in the bathroom. And that I have never seen It. You know IT. I had Never seen IT!
So, I sat on the bed thinking about what he could possibly tell me. I remembered that it struck me odd that he said he took ballet lessons when he was a kid. (A black man taking ballet lessens?) Doc loved Will Smith. Doc wasn’t from Philadelphia. Doc wanted to dress like him and he had Will Smith’s greatest hit. Who has that?
Doc would play "Will Smith’s greatest hits" in his truck everyday and he knew all of the words. He would look for clothes that Will wore in a movie and buy it. In the movie, Bad Boy’s two. Will did this scene, where he danced and broke a counter. Doc watched it over and over every night after he came home from work for months and learned it. He would perform the dance all the time with a broom. He made me watch it also! To This day, I can’t stand Will Smith.
As I sat on the bed, and thought, more and more, I realized…
I had married a woman.
To be continued
LoVe Ya,
GloZell
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Why GloZell is dating a white Man… part 3
Why GloZell is dating a white Man… part 3
Robinson Family on Blast…
Dear Uncle "R",
Hope all is well. What is the real deal with you? Why not write me back directly? Why did you have to upset my mother. (I realize that might be her own doing, she can be a little dramatic.)
Uncle "R" you can a bully. You get loud and you always have to be right. Take some anger management classes. No one stands up to you because you have money, and you are tall.
My mother called, and said don’t upset Uncle "R". Remember, he paid for that trip when we went to see you perform on the show "ShowTime at the Apollo" four years ago.
And I haven’t forgotten the times I was in Tampa auditioning, one of the times you took me bowling! That was great. Thanks for paying for the trip and the food. Us Robinson’s don’t ever talk about anything, because you get so heated up. I think this white thing is a big deal to you because you ex wife couldn’t take your "I’m right and that’s it" ways and left. On top of that, she married a white man. That must make you sick.
"C" didn’t want you to walk her down the aisle, at her wedding, to a black man. And "C", I know "D" is a good black man because he asked me out first. But that was before he got his eye fixed, so maybe you thought he was talking to you. Anyway, he ended up with the right person!
Nobody in the family could figure out why we weren’t invited to your wedding, "C". Was it because of your father? (Uncle "R") It had to be. That was hard. We all have issues about you not inviting us to your wedding! I’m just keeping it real; we still talk about that, behind your back. Only because we were happy for you, and loved you, then poof, you don’t know us. I’m sorry for the terrible things I wrote in your guest book on your wedding day.
When you want to show off your wedding pictures, that’s what is going through our minds. Why is she showing us pictures of a wedding that she didn’t want us to come to? Then it starts all over.
Your husband "D" is great. Let not forget your first babies’ daddy and how good for nothing, he was. (I hope that he does better now) Who was there for you, The Robinson’s! Your father stepped up to the plate, in the only way he knew how, babysitting, and giving you a jeep!
Now that you got your husband, which is a great accomplishment, because nobody thought it would happen, including you. And it’s going well. "D" is a great black man!
I find it interesting that you freak, if anyone refers to you as a Robinson. Whatever issues you have with your father I hope they get resolved. We have this great reputation and everyone treats us special because we are "The Robinson’s". We were the first back people to have a color TV on the whole street, we owned property and a Sundry store. Out of six children, all six finished college. I am very proud of that. It is a huge accomplishment by Grandmother and Grandfather.
I’m glad that you have been bloggin on, and keeping it real. I will put myself on blast, but I have some other family members to blast first. Since I’m in trouble, anyway with our family I have nothing to loose, and one-day (A long way off, I hope) when I die I will know that I have gotten everything off my chest. Hey, I fell good now. I’m scared to push send button but I’m going to.
I know I’m a Wi-Otch when I’m in Florida and California isn’t far enough away, now. I’m tired of pretending! I really hope your mother is fine. I haven’t seen her since your wedding, but that was high drama. I didn’t mind her leaving, Uncle "R", but not us… not me. She could have kept in touch with my mother. She didn’t have to divorce us all!
Once when I was complaining about how ugly I was, (which is hard to believe because I’m so hot now) Auntie(Your mother ) talked to me about makeup. Another time, she gave me a writing pen with an eagle on it that had a bible verse that told me I can mount up like a eagle . (I think I was 10) When she left, I was mad, and didn’t know how to call or nothing for many years ago.
I know, now, she had to do what she had to do. Please tell her that I loved her, and all of her fancy clothes and jewels. You know I was always into that stuff! I use to be much more shallow, (Hard to believe).
One day, if I manage to find someone who will put up with me, I would hope it would be you, Uncle "R", to walk me down the aisle… If you have decided to talk to me by then.
I will not answer my phone this week if it is a Florida number.
Forget Jay Leno, our family needs Oprah…
LoVe Ya,
The new blackest sheep of the family…
GloZell
Robinson Family on Blast…
Dear Uncle "R",
Hope all is well. What is the real deal with you? Why not write me back directly? Why did you have to upset my mother. (I realize that might be her own doing, she can be a little dramatic.)
Uncle "R" you can a bully. You get loud and you always have to be right. Take some anger management classes. No one stands up to you because you have money, and you are tall.
My mother called, and said don’t upset Uncle "R". Remember, he paid for that trip when we went to see you perform on the show "ShowTime at the Apollo" four years ago.
And I haven’t forgotten the times I was in Tampa auditioning, one of the times you took me bowling! That was great. Thanks for paying for the trip and the food. Us Robinson’s don’t ever talk about anything, because you get so heated up. I think this white thing is a big deal to you because you ex wife couldn’t take your "I’m right and that’s it" ways and left. On top of that, she married a white man. That must make you sick.
"C" didn’t want you to walk her down the aisle, at her wedding, to a black man. And "C", I know "D" is a good black man because he asked me out first. But that was before he got his eye fixed, so maybe you thought he was talking to you. Anyway, he ended up with the right person!
Nobody in the family could figure out why we weren’t invited to your wedding, "C". Was it because of your father? (Uncle "R") It had to be. That was hard. We all have issues about you not inviting us to your wedding! I’m just keeping it real; we still talk about that, behind your back. Only because we were happy for you, and loved you, then poof, you don’t know us. I’m sorry for the terrible things I wrote in your guest book on your wedding day.
When you want to show off your wedding pictures, that’s what is going through our minds. Why is she showing us pictures of a wedding that she didn’t want us to come to? Then it starts all over.
Your husband "D" is great. Let not forget your first babies’ daddy and how good for nothing, he was. (I hope that he does better now) Who was there for you, The Robinson’s! Your father stepped up to the plate, in the only way he knew how, babysitting, and giving you a jeep!
Now that you got your husband, which is a great accomplishment, because nobody thought it would happen, including you. And it’s going well. "D" is a great black man!
I find it interesting that you freak, if anyone refers to you as a Robinson. Whatever issues you have with your father I hope they get resolved. We have this great reputation and everyone treats us special because we are "The Robinson’s". We were the first back people to have a color TV on the whole street, we owned property and a Sundry store. Out of six children, all six finished college. I am very proud of that. It is a huge accomplishment by Grandmother and Grandfather.
I’m glad that you have been bloggin on, and keeping it real. I will put myself on blast, but I have some other family members to blast first. Since I’m in trouble, anyway with our family I have nothing to loose, and one-day (A long way off, I hope) when I die I will know that I have gotten everything off my chest. Hey, I fell good now. I’m scared to push send button but I’m going to.
I know I’m a Wi-Otch when I’m in Florida and California isn’t far enough away, now. I’m tired of pretending! I really hope your mother is fine. I haven’t seen her since your wedding, but that was high drama. I didn’t mind her leaving, Uncle "R", but not us… not me. She could have kept in touch with my mother. She didn’t have to divorce us all!
Once when I was complaining about how ugly I was, (which is hard to believe because I’m so hot now) Auntie(Your mother ) talked to me about makeup. Another time, she gave me a writing pen with an eagle on it that had a bible verse that told me I can mount up like a eagle . (I think I was 10) When she left, I was mad, and didn’t know how to call or nothing for many years ago.
I know, now, she had to do what she had to do. Please tell her that I loved her, and all of her fancy clothes and jewels. You know I was always into that stuff! I use to be much more shallow, (Hard to believe).
One day, if I manage to find someone who will put up with me, I would hope it would be you, Uncle "R", to walk me down the aisle… If you have decided to talk to me by then.
I will not answer my phone this week if it is a Florida number.
Forget Jay Leno, our family needs Oprah…
LoVe Ya,
The new blackest sheep of the family…
GloZell
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