Gladys+Jones

Full Name: Gladys Gertrude Jones __** ELIMINATED **__
 * From:** Columbus, Ohio
 * Gender:** Female
 * Ethnicity:** Irish, Italian
 * Traits (Appearance):** Looks like that grandma who knits quilts and bakes cookies all day. She is 5' 2", average weight, and seventy-one years old yet she looks very healthy for her age. Always carries around a big purse that has everything under the sun inside it. Does not go outside without wearing her pink lipstick.
 * Reason for coming on board:** She has always been an amusement park fanatic. When she received three tickets in the mail, she jumped at the opportunity to bring her twin grandsons out for a day of fun.
 * Brief History:** She is a baby boomer that grew up in Montgomery, Alabama. She was a volunteer firefighter and takes great pride in it. Her husband, a full-time firefighter, died in a burning building. Living in Alabama for most of her life, she decided to move in with her daughter in Ohio to escape loneliness. She spends a lot of time with her grandchildren.
 * Anything else (optional):** She makes a mean sweet potato pie.

=DAY ONE= Dear Journal, Wow, what a beautiful day! We arrived at the amusement park early in the morning. I can't wait to check out all of the rollercoasters in this park. The grandsons (Jimmy and Timmy) are on the boat ride right now. I hate rides that stay in one place, though. They make my stomach turn more than a buttermilk pancake on a Sunday morning. I'm more of a rollercoaster person personally. I remember the great crash of 1965 at Swag World, the whole park had to be evacuated when the Swagcoaster derailed. Not even that experience could diminish my love for the thrill of rollercoasters. I baked an itty-bitty sweet potato pie and put it in my purse, I'm gonna surprise the grandson's with it later! There's no lines at all, yee haw!

=**DAY TWO**= Dear Journal, When we tried to leave at the end of the day, the gate was locked. I am confused, but I guess I'll think of it as a sleepover. Luckily, I never leave the house without my handy-dandy travelling toothbrushes and a tiny tube of toothpaste (no yucky breath here!) I have to say, my back is achy from sleeping on a bench, but I'm having so much fun that I can ignore it. We get a whole new day at the park before the kids have to go back to school on Monday, fantastic! I am about to go on another rollercoaster with the grandchildren, I'll write later.

=**DAY THREE**= Dear GhostJournal, Oh snap! Everything went black and now I am a ghost that looks like Whoopi Goldberg. There are a bunch of other ghosts wandering around the park. Oh no! The grandchildren! I wonder if I can find them amidst this sea of ghosts. I was so stressed out today that I baked a sweet potato pie. Of course, I can't actually make a pie because I am a ghost but I went in the kitchen and imagined I was just like the good old days. You know what pie is my favorite? Let me tell you. It is a blackberry pie with graham cracker crust, mmm mmm! Maybe I'll make an imaginary blackberry pie. You probably thought my favorite pie was sweet potato but I make it so much I'm sick of it like you don't even know.

=DAY FOUR= Dear GhostJournal, Well, after a whole day of baking imaginary pies and crying, I figured I would go and look for my grandchildren. If my ghost form is Whoopi, who knows what they could look like in their ghost form. Oh wait, I'm such a nut... they could still be alive! I went to the scene of the rollercoaster crash and no one had cleaned the gruesome scene. I found my body crushed inside the cart and there it was, the battered corpses of my grandchildren. Oh no! The grandchildren! I began hyperventilating and got on the ground in a fetal position and began to imagine baking pies back in Alabama. Okay, my existential freakout is over. I will find my grandchildren's ghosts if it's the last thing I do. Wait, I'm a ghost so I live forever.

=DAY FIVE= Dear GhostJournal, Today I set out and began talking to every ghost I saw to see if they knew anything about my grandchildren. I found two ghosts that both looked like Steven Hawking and I said "Jimmy, Timmy, is that you?" Then, all of a sudden the Stephen Hawking ghosts were like, "Grandma?" Well, yeehaw I've found my grandchildren and they look like big-time scientists, totally cool! I invited them into the kitchen with me and we baked imaginary pies until the sun set. Wow, isn't it so funny how things can change so much, but yet some things (like my pies) never change? Wow, pies are such a constant in my life, they keep me stable. I love pie.

=DAY SIX= Dear GhostJournal, I woke up today and I was on an island. The sand was hard and had a sweet smell to it. I took a step and the sand gave way like a crust and I fell into a pool of blueberry filling. It was then that I realized that it was not an island at all, but a huge pie. I didn't know whether I was in heaven or just having a dream. I woke up with the two grandchildren leaning over me. "Grandma! You were talking in your sleep!" Groggy, I said "Well... what was I saying?" Jimmy and Timmy looked at each other, smiling. "You were saying 'Pie... sweet pie..... watch out! The ground is actually pie.." I laughed and fell back asleep.