Sunday, March 24, 1968.

“clear, nice day – Jones & Holmes came home with us – Jimmy & Ta came out”

My mom was not Creator of days (M’s challenge for today) but she was the one who “created” this prized time for me today  She was the Journal Keeper.  She kept the notes so they could remember when she planted the trees and when Daddy fertilized the “corn ground” and that necessary kind of information.  She had no idea that I would be enjoyed it 51 years later.  Thanks, Mom, for the memories.

I take a look to see how the week went.

Monday.  “nice day – Mom and I went to Karens – I mailed my pictures – Brot Teral home with us – Pete leveled and fertalized corn ground – second pigs came”

Tuesday.  “sun shiney – I washed & ironed – Pete irrigated hay”

Wednesday.  “nice day – I put out my peach trees got from Nadine”

Thursday.  “warm day – We papered Deltas bedrooms – Tom & Karen came after Teral Lin – We went to Judy’s class party”

Friday.  “nice day – set out trees”

Saturday.  “lovely day – Pete fertalized corn ground – I cleaned house, watered lawn, painted pictures”

Sunday.  “such a pretty day  – March went out with high wind in the night”

Notes from me:  “Mom” on Monday was her mom, my grandmother “Little Gran.”

It goes without saying that Mom and Daddy went to church Sunday morning, Sunday evening, Wednesday night, she did not mention that, just as she did not mention eating breakfast.  That was just what they did.

Life was lovely – day after day

Friends and family came to play

Lots of work – irrigating hay

Pigs were born, fertilized corn

Never a reason to feel forlorn

Mom would have it no other way!


Written for M’s Writing Prompt for today, Sunday, March 24 “Creator of days.”

Image: Mom’s journal from 1968

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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  1. shoreacres says:

    In my liturgical church tradition, there’s a season known as “ordinary time” — that stretch between Pentecost and Advent when there aren’t any holy days. It’s a way to lift up the same kind of life as you shared here: daily, routine, but blessed beyond belief.

  2. Faye says:

    Beautiful tribute to life post. Thank you. I remember the days when we too acknowledged all the liturgical ‘Holy Days’ of Lent and Easter and later Pentecost. Ordinary days have always the potential to be EXTRAORDINARY when the Lord is allowed to be LORD of your life. Thank you for the beauty of your reminder today.

  3. CattleCapers says:

    Must’ve been a great mother.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I don’t know how she accomplished so much. Washing, ironing, planting trees, cooking for all those visitors, making a 200 mi round trip to go get a grandson to take home with her for a few days. I hope to browse through and see the times I visited her before sticking the journal away again. I know she has the notes made in there somewhere.

  4. grAnnie Roo says:

    In my way of thinking these are Treasures, Oneta.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I’m keeping them. I think my sons will, but by then, I don’t know. I’m downloading a lot of stuff as I get time. Maybe the grandkids will like that better than taking care of hard copies with no dollar value. I learned too late to value some things. Gone forever.

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