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...
Great post! 😊
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.
Great post. Excellently expressed and written.
Thanks, Faye.
Very nicely said. J.
Thank you.
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.
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.