LETTER TO KENLYN

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 I’m glad to find this.  I need to read it to Kenlyn now that she is five.  She is still my youngest great granddaughter.

My dear one-year-old Kenlyn,

In our family, you are the youngest, I am the oldest except for Papa Sammy who is older than I.  But he is a man.  I want to talk girl talk.  You see once upon a time I was the age you are now.  But I don’t remember that time.

I do remember being a baby girl not much older than you – about Addy’s age.  I remember my daddy holding me as we walked into a church.  I remember wearing a pretty bonnet.  I got a new baby brother about that time.  I don’t remember him when he was that little.

I do remember when I was just a little older maybe like your other sister and we had a mama goat who had some babies.  Everybody laughed at me because I was all excited said, “Old Nanny Goat had some new puppies.”  I didn’t know why they laughed and I felt bad.  Remember when people laugh at you, they are laughing because you are so cute not because you did anything wrong.

I  started to school in first grade just like Ashlyn will do next year.  My first lesson was a picture of a cradle with  B A B Y printed under it.  I liked school a lot.  My brother got sick one day; my mother said it was because he ate too many oranges!  I wonder how many he ate.  Lots of things happened when I was that age that I wonder about.  Wondering is a good thing to do.  Learning is lots of fun when you wonder about things.

I liked to color and cut out paper dolls when I was nine like Jadalyn.  I play a drawing game with Jadalyn.  I draw a mark and she has to make a picture out of it, then she draws a mark and I make a picture.  We like to do that together.

All you girls like electrical gadgets like computers and cell phones.  The first time I remember using a telephone was when I was in high school – way bigger than Jadalyn even!  I used the phone at school to call my Grandma Rodgers.  I was sort of scared to even do that!  Lots of things have changed.  And lots of things will change.

One thing has always been and does not change.  That is Jesus.  He loved me when I was a baby and he loves me still.  He loves you now when you are a baby and he will always love you.  That is very important for you to know.  And it is important to know that I love you.  Someday before you are eighty like me,  I will go to Heaven  and I will still be loving you even then.

Love you, my littlest baby.

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KENLYN, MY SWEET GIRL – This was you this month,  December 2019.  Yes, you still love the kindle, phone, or tablet.  You listen to good stories and songs.  You have on warm clothes; see the snow out the window.  I’m glad you live close by so I can see you often.  You started pre-school this year.  You color beautifully; you know your letters, and some of the sounds; you can count to 20, but you miss 17 sometimes.  Everybody misses something sometime.  Don’t be bothered if you miss sometimes, but always want to do better.  Remember lots of folks love you.  And a lot of them will love you forever just like me and Jesus.

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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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5 Responses to LETTER TO KENLYN

  1. oneta hayes says:

    Hope you do this for your babes. They would to hear about their Mayor and Sheriff lives as they began. Of course, that is an identity that will grow with them. Put them in the cloud. My girls love being involved in this. Knowing they have their place even in my blogging.

  2. What a beautiful idea Oneta!

  3. Faye says:

    Beautiful. I rarely mention my family in my blogging but value what you do re yours. All my memories and stories etc are still in books. The plan was to give to grandchildren when they turn 18. Sadly by that stage they will not be able to read cursive writing if what is being taught continues. You blogging and storing on the Cloud is the BEST IDEA. Thank you!

  4. oneta hayes says:

    I am a horrible hand writer now. In the past it seemed to be no problem; now I hate to even write a check. I am putting as much in the cloud as I can. I’m also planning to make CD’s. They are easily stored. Thanks for reading and leaving me comments. Blessings.

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