Helen Keller 2

Helen Keller

“I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet”    ― Helen Keller


I am being hit by a result of CoVid19 in a way that makes me complain this morning.  The father of my daughter-in-law has passed.  Although he lived some distance away, it would be important to us to go to his memorial  as we did for his wife two years ago.  CoVid19 keeps that from happening.


As I sat here just now, I looked into a journal I wrote March 19  1998.  The theme is that God feels our Infirmities.  This is the entry.

I met a couple in sign language class.  They were selling their home to move to Old Mexico.  They invited the class over for dinner.  Dinner was delicious, beautifully served.  

He had left his church position for the move, so no job.  The sale of their house fell through and their granddaughter was in the hospital.  That was on March 2.  I called her.  The baby had died March 5.  Funeral was the 9th.  David (the husband) was put in hospital on the 12th with a heart condition.  He got out today (March 19th).  Doctor told her that her father is dying and she should make arrangements for his funeral.  He has been critical for six months.  Her daughter is scheduled to give birth next Monday.  Tests today showed no problem with this baby. 

I pray:  God be in their shadows.  Fulfill their dreams.


Twenty-two years ago.  I don’t remember the people.  I don’t know what happened.  But I know I don’t feel like I have much to complain about.

I’ll be encouraged by the fact that Herman is delivered from his infirmity and now dwells in health, joy, and Jesus.

If there is a way you can know, Herman and Imogene, you sure blessed us with a wonderful daughter, Vicky.  Love you. Vicky.  Wish distance (and CoVid19) were not keeping us apart.


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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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12 Responses to PERSPECTIVE

  1. ReNee Hayes says:

    What a beautiful tribute from an amazing mother-in-law! Thank you for loving and nurturing us the way that you do!

  2. Your love is so evident , humbling and infectious— thank you Oneta

  3. Faye says:

    Though thousands of miles apart all the blogging folk who are connected by DIVINE LOVE know we can with understanding share all our sorrows and joys and find understanding. I KNOW we will all meet up one day. How? we are not told but we are told we will KNOW each other. Blessings!

  4. Shreya says:

    May he rest in peace. May god bless his entire family.
    Take care, Oneta.

  5. RockHorses says:

    I loved the quote Oneta, it has some real meaning, again I love it. 🙂

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