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 
” I don’t know why God doesn’t strike them dead!
May be there is nothing
Oh, I see. More nothing. I think we have sounded out that subject. There’s a great big Something out there. I’ve met him; what a Something He is. You will be impressed.
How do you know the something is he and not she.
He speaks of himself as male gender – Father, in particular. But he does sometimes claim traits that folks my age identify as female. I guess. I can’t think of one right off so I might be wrong. The people who said he might be female can tell us — maybe. David says “The Lord is my Shepherd,” not “the Lord is my Shepherdess.” He is called the Lion of Judah, not the Lioness of Judah. Many more. Point out some to counter that, give me some ideas to brainstorm. Oh, I thought of one. He compares himself with a hen who gathers her chicks beneath her wings.