About oneta hayes
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Oh this is brilliant!! Totally contains that Pre-teen feeling that everything will change.. then realising it doesn’t!!!
Thank you. Not many parents really have that cut off date, but it is a nice weapon to hold over the head of one who gets too arrogant!
Oh most definitely!!
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Clever! 😉
😀 Thank you.
This is great!! Oh how we thought we had it all at 18. Little did we know how hard adulting would be!!
21 was our emancipation when I was younger at eighteen I remember I was still gorky and really not ready for life. Come to think about it are we ever ready? We do think we are…..different stages and different seasons. Grandparents sometimes learn stuff they missed as parents but most often it should be the ‘other way around’. Maturity should bring wisdom to share with everyone. BUT does it?