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...
Sorry my link did not work. Kat’s challenge is at https://odaciuk.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/twittering-tale-54/ I hope this works. If not cut and paste while I find my error!
Oh, don’t I remember those winter nights when I wanted to sleep in my parents’ bedroom to watch the tree limbs blow. We had two large maples in the front yard, with a street light behind them, and my goodness — those shadows could put a fright into me.
I don’t think I ever told how scared I was. Don’t know why. Neither do I remember just where I was when I heard the sound again as an adult – bingo, the mystery was solved.
Way cool!!!
😀 Thanks.