This memorial website was created in loving memory of Gladys Josephine Haynes, our guardian angel.
We hope that this website will allow all of us, her family and friends, to share our memories and thoughts about Gladys, and to celebrate her long and amazingly wonderful life. We've included a few of her favorite artists for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!
This page is permanent, so feel free to add thoughts and pictures at your convenience.
A memorial service in her honor will be arranged at a later date.
We hope that this website will allow all of us, her family and friends, to share our memories and thoughts about Gladys, and to celebrate her long and amazingly wonderful life. We've included a few of her favorite artists for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!
This page is permanent, so feel free to add thoughts and pictures at your convenience.
A memorial service in her honor will be arranged at a later date.
My Dear Aunt Gladys.
While I sit here remembering all those great memories, Christmas in San Diego sitting around the Piano with either Mom or Uncle Frank playing. You and I singing soprano because we could hit the high notes. You calling me “Kim-tone” oh how I miss those times. You making your famous Cornish hen with wild rice. Your laugh, I could hear it now. Rest well Aunt Gladys. Gone but never, ever forgotten. With Loads of Love!
Kim-tone
While I sit here remembering all those great memories, Christmas in San Diego sitting around the Piano with either Mom or Uncle Frank playing. You and I singing soprano because we could hit the high notes. You calling me “Kim-tone” oh how I miss those times. You making your famous Cornish hen with wild rice. Your laugh, I could hear it now. Rest well Aunt Gladys. Gone but never, ever forgotten. With Loads of Love!
Kim-tone
I wrote this poem about you and read it to you for your birthday.
Title: Ms Haynes
Ms Haynes Ms Haynes
Cross her and feel the pain
Teaching is her art
And art is in her heart
Music, mostly jazz, taps her foot
Miles and Coltrane, she won’t stay put
Sass melted into class
Infinite style mixed with bad ass
Act a fool, she will make a fuss
Make it right and make it just
Unbreakable on the outside
Shhh, soft on the inside
Sippin tequila or maybe some wine
My Bnana will be just fine
Title: Ms Haynes
Ms Haynes Ms Haynes
Cross her and feel the pain
Teaching is her art
And art is in her heart
Music, mostly jazz, taps her foot
Miles and Coltrane, she won’t stay put
Sass melted into class
Infinite style mixed with bad ass
Act a fool, she will make a fuss
Make it right and make it just
Unbreakable on the outside
Shhh, soft on the inside
Sippin tequila or maybe some wine
My Bnana will be just fine
Dear Aunt Gladys -
Thank you for all the times you took time out to teach me the fine art of shopping. I will forever remember our early morning annual trips to the Judy's Warehouse sale, where we would stand in line for hours (after stopping for donuts, of course), then rush the warehouse when the doors opened, all the time grabbing clothes and trying them on in the aisle ways! Oh the chaotic fun we had.
In addition, a special thank you for all the love and support over the years. You believed in me during times when I didn't believe in myself. Once during a particularly trying time for me, you gave me the book "Don't Sweat The Small Stuff." I've held on to that book for over 20 years (and still have it). Oh how that book saved my sanity so many times! The last time we saw each other, you told me how proud you were of me, and how you always knew that I "would make it." I'm pleased that I made you proud and even more than that, I am honored to be your niece.
Love you forever and a day,
"Niecy" (Dee)
Thank you for all the times you took time out to teach me the fine art of shopping. I will forever remember our early morning annual trips to the Judy's Warehouse sale, where we would stand in line for hours (after stopping for donuts, of course), then rush the warehouse when the doors opened, all the time grabbing clothes and trying them on in the aisle ways! Oh the chaotic fun we had.
In addition, a special thank you for all the love and support over the years. You believed in me during times when I didn't believe in myself. Once during a particularly trying time for me, you gave me the book "Don't Sweat The Small Stuff." I've held on to that book for over 20 years (and still have it). Oh how that book saved my sanity so many times! The last time we saw each other, you told me how proud you were of me, and how you always knew that I "would make it." I'm pleased that I made you proud and even more than that, I am honored to be your niece.
Love you forever and a day,
"Niecy" (Dee)
Leave a Tribute
Recent Tributes
My Dear Aunt Gladys.
While I sit here remembering all those great memories, Christmas in San Diego sitting around the Piano with either Mom or Uncle Frank playing. You and I singing soprano because we could hit the high notes. You calling me “Kim-tone” oh how I miss those times. You making your famous Cornish hen with wild rice. Your laugh, I could hear it now. Rest well Aunt Gladys. Gone but never, ever forgotten. With Loads of Love!
Kim-tone
While I sit here remembering all those great memories, Christmas in San Diego sitting around the Piano with either Mom or Uncle Frank playing. You and I singing soprano because we could hit the high notes. You calling me “Kim-tone” oh how I miss those times. You making your famous Cornish hen with wild rice. Your laugh, I could hear it now. Rest well Aunt Gladys. Gone but never, ever forgotten. With Loads of Love!
Kim-tone
I wrote this poem about you and read it to you for your birthday.
Title: Ms Haynes
Ms Haynes Ms Haynes
Cross her and feel the pain
Teaching is her art
And art is in her heart
Music, mostly jazz, taps her foot
Miles and Coltrane, she won’t stay put
Sass melted into class
Infinite style mixed with bad ass
Act a fool, she will make a fuss
Make it right and make it just
Unbreakable on the outside
Shhh, soft on the inside
Sippin tequila or maybe some wine
My Bnana will be just fine
Title: Ms Haynes
Ms Haynes Ms Haynes
Cross her and feel the pain
Teaching is her art
And art is in her heart
Music, mostly jazz, taps her foot
Miles and Coltrane, she won’t stay put
Sass melted into class
Infinite style mixed with bad ass
Act a fool, she will make a fuss
Make it right and make it just
Unbreakable on the outside
Shhh, soft on the inside
Sippin tequila or maybe some wine
My Bnana will be just fine
Dear Aunt Gladys -
Thank you for all the times you took time out to teach me the fine art of shopping. I will forever remember our early morning annual trips to the Judy's Warehouse sale, where we would stand in line for hours (after stopping for donuts, of course), then rush the warehouse when the doors opened, all the time grabbing clothes and trying them on in the aisle ways! Oh the chaotic fun we had.
In addition, a special thank you for all the love and support over the years. You believed in me during times when I didn't believe in myself. Once during a particularly trying time for me, you gave me the book "Don't Sweat The Small Stuff." I've held on to that book for over 20 years (and still have it). Oh how that book saved my sanity so many times! The last time we saw each other, you told me how proud you were of me, and how you always knew that I "would make it." I'm pleased that I made you proud and even more than that, I am honored to be your niece.
Love you forever and a day,
"Niecy" (Dee)
Thank you for all the times you took time out to teach me the fine art of shopping. I will forever remember our early morning annual trips to the Judy's Warehouse sale, where we would stand in line for hours (after stopping for donuts, of course), then rush the warehouse when the doors opened, all the time grabbing clothes and trying them on in the aisle ways! Oh the chaotic fun we had.
In addition, a special thank you for all the love and support over the years. You believed in me during times when I didn't believe in myself. Once during a particularly trying time for me, you gave me the book "Don't Sweat The Small Stuff." I've held on to that book for over 20 years (and still have it). Oh how that book saved my sanity so many times! The last time we saw each other, you told me how proud you were of me, and how you always knew that I "would make it." I'm pleased that I made you proud and even more than that, I am honored to be your niece.
Love you forever and a day,
"Niecy" (Dee)
Gallery
Recent stories
B-nana
Dear Granny,
As a young boy, somehow “grandma” came out of my mouth as “b-nana” and stuck throughout my childhood. You would always say, “That’s my grandson,” and I would always feel the pride behind those words even in your final years.
We didn’t really get a lot of time together as I started adulthood and moved away to college and you retired to Georgia. However, you still made it to the proudest moment of my life when I received my degree from Michigan. That familiar phrase was used a lot that day.
We exchanged many letters over the years between Michigan and Georgia and back to L.A. You also always included me in your love of shopping by sending some cool clothes if something caught your eye.
All that said, the times that I will remember and cherish the most are from two years ago when we wereblessed with the chance to reconnect and spend some time alone when you were temporarily staying with me. We would play cards, chat, laugh, cry, listen to jazz, and walkaround the Redondo Beach Pier to watch the ocean. I really got the chance to learn about you and your past. You shared the good and the bad and it really afforded me the opportunity to betterunderstand who you were. Turns out we actually had a lot in common.
My favorite day during that time was your second to last birthday. We took our usual walk to the beach. Then had Mexican food overlooking the water where you were given a silly birthday sombrero (you wore it proudly) as the staff at El Torito sang to you. We had a cold beer as well and maybe(shh) a little sip of tequila (your favorite). Next, we went to the CAAM to view an Ernie Barnes exhibit because art was your first love. Finally, we sat in the rose garden and people watched and of course laughed a whole bunch. I will forever hold on to the memory of that day when I think of you. That’s how you will live on in my heart.
Love you always,
Your grandson
As a young boy, somehow “grandma” came out of my mouth as “b-nana” and stuck throughout my childhood. You would always say, “That’s my grandson,” and I would always feel the pride behind those words even in your final years.
We didn’t really get a lot of time together as I started adulthood and moved away to college and you retired to Georgia. However, you still made it to the proudest moment of my life when I received my degree from Michigan. That familiar phrase was used a lot that day.
We exchanged many letters over the years between Michigan and Georgia and back to L.A. You also always included me in your love of shopping by sending some cool clothes if something caught your eye.
All that said, the times that I will remember and cherish the most are from two years ago when we wereblessed with the chance to reconnect and spend some time alone when you were temporarily staying with me. We would play cards, chat, laugh, cry, listen to jazz, and walkaround the Redondo Beach Pier to watch the ocean. I really got the chance to learn about you and your past. You shared the good and the bad and it really afforded me the opportunity to betterunderstand who you were. Turns out we actually had a lot in common.
My favorite day during that time was your second to last birthday. We took our usual walk to the beach. Then had Mexican food overlooking the water where you were given a silly birthday sombrero (you wore it proudly) as the staff at El Torito sang to you. We had a cold beer as well and maybe(shh) a little sip of tequila (your favorite). Next, we went to the CAAM to view an Ernie Barnes exhibit because art was your first love. Finally, we sat in the rose garden and people watched and of course laughed a whole bunch. I will forever hold on to the memory of that day when I think of you. That’s how you will live on in my heart.
Love you always,
Your grandson