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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I’m from the era of “see Tom and his airplane” or something like that. I’ll bet you were a fab teacher!
I nailed See Spot, but that was as a student not teacher. I met someone at church this morning whose name was Terry. When I sat down I ran though the list Barry, Harry, Larry, Jerry, Kerry, Sherry – I wonder how I explained the difference in the sound of that “a” and “e.” I guess I did it like I did for spelling something for my greats the other day. “Some thing don’t make sense, huh? You just got to learn it. In Oklahoma, that is.” I’m still hung over. 😀
LOL! Humble pie is actually yummy. 🙂
My oldest kid was a victim of all this curriculum and complication could barely read. Fortunately she got the chicken pox, because a few days at home gave us the time to simply bring back the basics. I remember her excitement, her realization that reading was actually easy. Sometimes simple is best.
One of my favorite sayings is, “God is good and I am a moron.” Humble pie perhaps, but such wisdom makes you smart.
Agreed “…wisdom makes you smart…” But much knowledge doesn’t equal much wisdom, but I guess it does equal smart. 😀
And I a very happy for the joy that came to your girl in learning to read. Lack of reading ability causes so much pain and often aggression.
I just need to keep being reminded that God does not need my input to run this planet of ours, or is that planet of His???, despite how hard I keep trying to give it to Him—so thank you for reminding me….
Yes, he has in worked out. And I know its right, but oh sooooo slow.
I agree as this evening’s discourse in the blogosphere has been but a small microcosm of exasperation!!!
A ‘what’s definitely wrong with this world’ found in but a few comments…How He maintains His patience is a marvel….
I’m surprised he doesn’t give us all a small rub with a poison ivy plant. Keep us all busy scratching for a bit while he gets some rest. No, if we have an itch we will all go running to him at the same time. That wouldn’t keep us away. He might let us all find a ten dollar bill. We could hop right on down to the dollar store and choose our nine items (gotta pay tax). That will keep us occupied a bit. Nary a one of us would be saying, “Lord, do you think I need another Sudoku book. No, sirree, I’d just buy that little killer and stay out of his hair a while. 😀
love it Oneta…poison ivy…if I were Him, I’d slap us all silly…but thankfully, I am not Him..which brings us back around to offering those 2 cents of ours….He’s got all the sense He needs 🙂
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Oh how much your blog has related to me today. I see the world and all its KNOWLEDGE AND ACHIEVEMENTS and yet see also the rising tide of unbelief that once underpinned all our learned societies. Some time I know I know about 2% of what is going on in the sense of UNDERSTANDING. I am thankful and eternally grateful for the faith that both energises but comforts me. I too like Julie am grateful that as long as I surrender to HIM my 2c He has the knowledge and sense of all I really need to travel onwards. He also will teach me what is necessary to journey on. Like a little child, I will come.
It is so comforting to know God sees me as his daughter. I think about my own sons both over 55 and they are as precious to me as when they were toddlers. I’m glad they are independent from me but not independent from God. That’s how I want to be. It is comforting to be God’s dependent!
Just the mention of Jane and Spot brings back so many memories! I still have one of the books with Jane, Dick, Sally, and Spot in it.
I have one also – a paperback, pre-primer, I think, but it was not mine. I bought it somewhere. Those rascals are high priced. I think a primer in good shape will cost about $80. I bought a pretty good McGuffey for about forty dollars, but I top out for more than that.