




Despite her good-hearted image on screen, cast members of “The Andy Griffith Show” often remember Frances (Aunt Bee) Bavier as difficult, temperamental and somewhat cold.
Griffith himself said, “There was just something about me she did not like.”

In an interview, when Ron (Opie) Howard was pressed as to the stories of discord with her on the set, all he would say was “I just don’t think she enjoyed being around children that much.”
She was born to an affluent lifestyle in the heart of New York. Thinking she might become a teacher after attending Columbia University, she found she loved acting more. She began her career as an actress on Broadway, and took her acting very seriously, actually too seriously.
After 15 years of the weekly television series grind she’d had it with the Business of Show, one of the reasons why Bavier moved — alone at age 70 — all the way across the continent to Siler City, NC where her biggest fan operated a family furniture store, hoping to discover the small-town goodness that she herself had come to represent in the minds of middle America.

Construction on her massive home — including the basement and porches, it’s about 9,000 square feet — began in 1951. It was designed by a Greensboro architect named J.J. Croft Jr., who designed a few others along the same street in that tiny section of Siler City.
But what began as an immersion into Americana quickly disintegrated into what can best be described as an episode of “The Twilight Zone.”
On Saturday mornings, school buses pulled up in front of her split-level brick home on West Elk Street to unleash the Cub Scouts with instructions: “Go find your Aunt Bee!”
There were neighbors peering through her windows at all hours of the day expecting her to be in character, a role she despised.

The few townsfolk she grew close to insisted on calling her “Aunt Bee.” Irritating, but she had to have some friends.
A visit to the town center meant all eyes casting judgment, the ladies at the beauty parlor never forgave her for not joining one of their churches.
The house seemed to be too large for her to keep up with. Small wonder that, by the 1980s, the former television star was living out of her back bedroom, curtains pulled tight, with 14 devoted kitties for company.

In 1986, three years after she’d stopped venturing out in public, Griffith and Howard made a surprise visit to Siler City’s reclusive cat lady.
Bavier refused to allow her decade-long coworkers inside, speaking to them only momentarily through the closed front door. This was after declining repeatedly to be part of their Mayberry reunion movie.


The rest of the home declined,suffered from things like the cats climbing and shredding her drapes, dust, and the horrid smell of the use of the basement bathroom shower as their litter box.
Her car, a dented green Studebaker she drove in the show, was found unused in her garage, complete with the cats’ shedding fur caked on the upholstery.


It is said, it was parked in 1983 after one of her last trips to the grocery store. The tag and registration were still frozen in time with the ‘83 license plate on the back of her beloved car.
Right before her death, she sent Andy a letter apologizing for her uptight behavior, and for her making a hostile work environment.
She had no family or any close friends at the time of her death, so her cats ran the neighborhood and became feral, her house and car were auctioned off, and her money went to charities.


When she died in 1989, Bavier funneled most of her $700,000 estate into an annuity that, to this day, pays out a yearly Christmas bonus to every Siler City police officer.
But her true legacy began gestating not long after she was laid to rest at Oakwood Cemetery. When her home was donated to a local hospital, Bavier’s cats scampered for the countryside, causing one hell of a population explosion that is only now, decades later, beginning to subside.
Ask any Chatham County, NC veterinarian. They were all too familiar with someone bringing in “one of Aunt Bee’s cats.”
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It’s sad “Aunt Bee” couldn’t enjoy her life beyond her cats after retiring. You’d think that since she loved acting, she’d be able to fake being pleasant. I loved the show and miss the wholesomeness in modern family programs. 🙂
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More tidbits I didn’t know. Rarely do actors have the personality they use on the show, after all, it is an acting job. I assumed her to be somewhat like her charctar. I had a crazy cat lady in my family tree, and she truly was in the Twilight Zone most of the time, many of the cats were also with her in that zone. JD Vance’s remark shouldn’t be causing all this fuss, the leftist are using it as a campaign point, and Aniston needs to stay in the public eye, she craves attention like most of the out to pasture actors. I’ll be posting a story about my relative, the crazy cat lady. I always wanted a piece of those pies Aunt Bee was baking.
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But stay away from Aunt Bee’s pickles.
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One of my aunts, on my mothers side looked a lot like Aint Bee, but her cooking was dreadful.
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My 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Dudek, looked so much like her, I imagined they were sisters.
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I’m impressed that you remembered the name of your second grade teacher. There is a reclusive old lady a few streets over that lives in a Boo Radley looking house and has somewhere around a hundred feral cats that hang out there. Of course she feeds them, but they still wreak havoc in the area: killing songbirds and marking territory. They sit on her roof, on her car and fence reminding me of Hitchcock’s film, The Birds. Lately my neighbor has been taking them out when they wonder into his yard. A kitty is no match for an AK47.
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AK47. I’m roaring.
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What a scathing report – It`s interesting about Aunt Bee, but why such negative reporting on the cats that had no choice about their living conditions or outcomes of being made homeless. I read so many of your post`s but this one makes me wonder why? Seriously Folks-
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I actually calmed it down. The news, other reports, neighbors & community comments/reports about the cats were horrendous.
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What mystifies me is, if the cats were her only friends, why she didn’t think to provide ahead for them. My neighbor did the same thing: after his wife died, he had animals, got sick, died and made no provision for them at all. What goes through an isolated person’s head or heart, I wonder? Wait, I do know, because people I’ve taken care of in nursing have stated it baldly: “I don’t care about (you, them) Take care of me.” No one else matters.
I’ve been to Siler City; it’s right near Chapel Hill, but I had no idea of this!
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It was sad to discover this about her. Your experience in taking care of people in nursing homes is a helpful insight.
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