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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Hi Ms. Oneta! Too sweet..e
Thanks, e. I know you well enough to admire you as a mother along with my dear ones. I still remember your letter to your son. A lovely letter.
Muuaahh Big hugs to you times a million and same to you! Be blessed! e
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And all our mothers … they are all precious and work so hard for so little!
You are so right about working hard for a little – unless you consider a home made valentine with hearts all over it as valuable. With the little “hearty” valentine comes an almost guaranteed seventy years of love.
profoundly beautiful for you Oneta but sadly your family fortune is not everyones
True. In prayer this morning I was considering the unfortunate mother whose breast does not give enough milk to satisfy her nursing baby. How she must sorrow to know that it will soon not even have that. I pray. But in all honesty, I also voiced my opinion to God that I just wish he would come and set people free from the burdens of this earth. If I were to judge that God made a mistake, it would be in his giving man (and women) control of the earth. Thanks for urging me forward, calmkate. It is more fun to dwell on one’s low supply of Walmart bags, isn’t it? I did notice you referenced that on your blog but I couldn’t find place to reply. It was on your poem.
we have free will and I sincerely believe that when we misbehave or make mistakes that must eventually be repaid … we can’t see the connection but what goes down must come round. We all know what is right and wrong and we have the choice … not that I’m saying anyone deserves their hardships but if we live by core values then things can only improve!
My reference to your bags is my twisted humour, you offer so much Oneta.
You are a pleasure to me. By the way I had to go to my clothes closet today, checked the floor under my clothes, and sure enough, there were some Walmart bags. So I did get my trash cans cleaned! 😀 And you are right about the free will.