(Reblogged on this day when we are to check out our “about” page, assignment for blogging101)

I was raised in an era when children were to be “seen and not heard” with an implied promise that I would have a chance someday to be heard. In high school, at every opportunity, I embraced grammar, but gave composition the old heave-ho. Teaching primary grades did not make much demand beyond my ability to write sentences, which I could do. Now that I have time and lots of paragraphs stored in my head awaiting projects and protégés, I am longing to be “heard and not seen,” – as I thought I was promised if I minded my manners. But somehow it seems I missed the fertile time when my thoughts and my ability to put them into cohesive paragraphs would coincide with a demand from a hungry audience. Perhaps I have found my project and protégés in the blogosphere!
So, Fellow Bloggers, the following are some of the facts you would know about me if you knew me. If you read my blogs and other writings you will find out about the things which made/make me who I am – things you might not know even if you knew me.
I’m a married mother of two sons, a wife, an eighty-one year old retired public school teacher, whose income is limited but appreciated. I am not now nor have I ever been a classic beauty nor any other kind of beauty actually. I’m overweight but trying not to be on occasions like January 1. I am living on extended time (see About Me, Why Me?, in Sweet Aroma
More incidentals:
Favorite genre of reading material: Christian fiction particularly in Biblical and historical settings.
Education: Bachelor’s Degree with emphasis in Education and English, Special Certification in Reading, Master’s Degree in Education, Doctorate in Christian Ministry.
Professional experience: Over twenty years in public school teaching, adjunct reading teacher in local colleges, Competent and Advanced member of Toastmaster, International.
Writing experience: Doctoral manuscript, articles in local and denominational magazines, journaling, and Face book.
Aw, Face book. I really like Face book. But it is basically made up of people I know. I’m wanting to enlarge my horizons – that’s trite, isn’t it – perhaps I should say broaden my sphere of influence. Still trite? Okay, I’m looking to compete with People magazine for a young, liberal, tech-oriented, entertainment-driven, tattoed audience. I’m longing for some dialog with people of other world views, of other generations, of other localities. Diversity is the present politically correct word, isn’t it? I notice, however, that I choose “sites I follow” that mostly represent me. I’m trying.
As I write these things, I am tempted to dwell on many details but I remind myself there are other blogs coming. So still I wait—not yet heard. Still hanging on to the promise. Mind your manners—your time is coming. I ask, will you be my friend? I guess more appropriately, may I follow you and will you be my follower?

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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2 Responses to NOT YET HEARD

  1. As a teacher, how do you deal with parents whose children skip school but still blame you for their poor grades? I remember it being the worst part of a great job.

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