Wonder if I dread holiday cooking?  Those of you who know Sammy and me will get a kick out of this. I made casseroles one night over holiday and planned to cook them next morning before the family arrived.

  Therefore, this dream.

We were in my home town of about 2500 people and I was supposed to have casseroles cooked for the community at 12:00 at the courthouse. I had lost Sammy. When I found him, he was entertaining a group of people, one of whom said, “You sure have a nice husband.” I agreed but said I needed him to take me to the courthouse quickly. He nicely got up and started down the street with me, strolling along like the Englishman he is, greeting everyone and passing the time of day. I’m nearly dragging him along. After walking several blocks with my grouchiness and his cheerfulness we finally found the van parked in someone’s garage. I hop in and shut the door quickly; he notices a street sign that is wobbly so he asks folks nearby if they have a screwdriver and tells them he can fix the sign. Someone offers a screwdriver and he tightens the sign before getting in the van. I’m steaming and the conversation is rather unbecoming of me. We do get to the courthouse in time, and someone else has put the casseroles in the oven.

All’s well that ends well. I’ll keep Sammy.

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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  1. Faye says:

    I like Sammy. He really knows what is the MOST important aspect of being a Christian. It is always so hard if we are pressured to a deadline for food. I remember it well.! Thank you for the story.

  2. Ohh Sammy….!! Well, at least the food was there on time. Love the story, Oneta 🙂

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