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...
Sweet aroma 
Concrete jungle claims another victim.
Yes. “Give me land, lots of land under starry skies above; don’t fence me in.” Song from my high school days.
Beware of what you ask. I hope you have read the story by Leo Tolstoy : How Much Land a Man Needs.
Come to think about it, he said “man” – may be it does not apply to you😊
Haven’t read it, but I would assume since he wrote more than a hundred years ago, he probably meant “man” to include me. Even Caleb’s daughter’s received land, that was a long time ago; so, yes, I’m for having my plot on this earth. 😀 I guess Nehamiah’s daughters didn’t own land, but they worked on building that wall. Yes, they had walls for protection a long time ago also. — Stirring the water a bit.
You should read that story.
It was in my high school text book and made a lasting impact on me, not sure for good or bad.
It’s here: https://books.google.com/books/about/What_Men_Live_by.html?id=_Qp8AAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&source=kp_read_button
Looks good. I’ll go back to it. Too late tonight. I didn’t get much done online today. Doctor visit, & Walmart & a messed up e-mail situation took up my time. Thanks for the link.
Those stories read in my childhood had a lasting impact in my mind. Sometimes I think it would have been better iif I did not read them.
This is sadly true especially in concrete jungles like here. I have several photos of poor dead doves taken during the extreme hot season of UAE.
Aww. I’m sorry my “fiction” was “non-fiction.” Good to see you here, dear Jacque.
That’s sad. J.
That’s life. 😀