The junior high teacher was pointing out that most everyone’s desires are progressive.  Whatever or how much you have is never satisfactory for long.  My son raised his hand and said, “Then you ought to start with a Volkswagen.”   How true!

I’ve owned seven homes.  The first three were trailer houses, but each was progressively nicer than the one before.  How thrilled I was with each move!  Then I got a real house, 1350 square feet.  Mine, mine!  Next a two-story old house built in 1908; I loved it.  Then we moved to a 2550 sq. ft. home.  It was lovely.  I was in seventh heaven.  The one I live in now is the same size, not as beautiful but it is on an acre of land.  We traded some house for some land.  I’m okay with that.

All that said is to make the point that  wooing, dating, and sex should also be progressive.  The “Cadillac” should come after the marriage vows are said.  That “Cadillac” should be treasured and polished;  it should be maintained, fed, watered, and loved on until you can no longer drive.  Along the way, you might have to turn down some tempting Ferraris.  Count on them looking oh, so good, but expensive and not worth the chance of losing your Cadillac.  With God’s blessings, your faithfulness and care, it will become a classic that will progressively give you pleasure.

So don’t treat a classic like a scruffy, shabby Chevy!

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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    • oneta hayes says:

      I’m not getting many responses today. Needed your response. Sometimes I wonder it I’m coming through with some of these things. 😀 I was thinking of going “bland” tomorrow. Nope, not really.

  1. Faye says:

    Great post. Excellently expressed and written.

  2. Salvageable says:

    Very nicely said. J.

  3. shoreacres says:

    Ha! I started out with a VW, for real. And now I have a Princess.

    The first thing that came to mind when I read your post was an old, old song: Remember this? And of course there was the verse I heard all the time when I had one of my first boyfriends. His name was Billy Vandewater, and it was about second grade, and we always heard, “Billy and Linda sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Billy with a baby carriage.” And that’s just the way it was. Maybe we need to re-introduce jump-rope verses into the schools.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Good! I remember: “Don’t make love by the garden gate; love is blind but the neightors ain’t..” Got company just came in, so it’s short this time.

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