
Cradled in a crib
Cocooned in comfy covers,
cozy cherub’s choice.
Sammy has raised our three generations of babies with the following lullaby accompanied with pats on the bottom. Probably one of the things that will go in all their memory banks.
Hush-a-bye, Don’t you cry,
Daddy’s little baby.
Daddy’s little al-a, bal-a, boo –
Boo, boo.
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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...
Beautiful memories. Thank you.
It is past 12:30 midnight so cozy is what I plan to be next thing on my schedule. Good night, dear friend.
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Thanks. 😀