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(Note to my mom in Heaven-land)  Mom, if there is a way you can know what I’m doing today, I want to say thank you for all the valentine boxes you helped me make (you made) for school, and I want to say “You are my Valentine.”

Amy Rodgers Venter was into scrap-booking. Not the kind with all the fancy edgings and doodads added but those made up from newspaper and magazine clippings. This is a page of  one  scrapbooks passed on to me. She loved to make this kind – babies, kiddies, and animals, the kind she always thought  “those old folks at the nursing home” would like.

My mother was smart; she would have had to ability to ace many roles in life.  But she was a farmer’s wife and she loved it.  She so loved the simple things. Her writings were basically narratives of facts. She wrote of puppies and rabbits, and sometimes took a bit of creative liberty with what they might do or say. We sisters  sometimes laughed at how aghast she was at the cleavage shown by the HeeHaw girls.

Loyal Democrat to the core, she never believed it could be true that they would do anything wrong, particularly abortion, declaring, “I know my daddy would not have believed that.” Near the end she did say, “Well, if what they say about Bill Clinton is true…” Kind of sad to see her humbled by such grossness in her heroes.

She was what the Bible speaks of when it says: “Whatsoever things are pure…(Phil. 4:8)

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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15 Responses to A “VALENTINE” MOM

  1. I miss my mom as well Oneta

  2. I don’t think we ever stop missing our moms, Oneta! ❤

  3. Your mom sounds like a wonderful woman….but then again she raised a wonderful daughter!

  4. calmkate says:

    Your Mum sounds really delightful … my Mum is still with me and off to visit in a few weeks 🙂

  5. momentaryreverie says:

    I sometimes take creative liberties with what birds and other animals are thinking or saying to each other, so I Iike your mom a lot.

  6. lisakunk says:

    I like your mom already. I’m sure she loved this tribute.

  7. dawnlizjones says:

    Wow, the impact of motherhood is underrated many times. Your children are truly BLESSED!!!

  8. oneta hayes says:

    I’m sure your children are blessed also. Sometimes we are late in appreciating what we have.

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