About oneta hayes
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...
Good morning, this is beautiful. A most touching mother’s day poem. It embodies ALL that a mother does. Simply marvelous and makes me feel so emotional. Thank you for writing this, God Bless you and a “Happy Mother’s Day”.
My, you are so kind. I could put myself in the place of my heroine. My goals for when life is ending. Thanks.
Yes, we will come when our journey is through. Till that time we shall carry the memories in our heart.
This is beautiful and touching Oneta.
Happy mother’s day.
Thanks, Pranab. I appreciate your kindness. My heroine and I share goals for nearing the end.
Don’t worry. It’s not near. We still have many more years to spar,
That’s my plan. But I have pitched into preparing certain things in a way that will not leave so my ends untied when that day comes. Blogging might have to take a low priority for a while. One problem for me to work on today was to try to find the abstract on this property. No find. A phone call brought the delightful news that a copy costs $550. But I don’t have to do it until the property actually changes hands. But there were more complications, still unsettled. Enough for now. My spear is dull. 😀
This pandemic has made us think many things that we normally put to the back burner.
I don’t think any of my kids have any idea of what to do if I get the call tomorrow.
Have you heard the saying, “He is so spiritually minded, he is no earthly good?” I don’t want that said of me. So I gotta take care of some earthly things. 😀
Fortunately I don’t have much earthly things to take care of😀
This is a beautiful and thought-provoking blog. Thank you. Happy Mothers DAY. to All who acknowledge the High-calling of being a Mother. Generational legacies and Higher focuses taught will never die.
I surely hope my legacy continues. My granddaughter once said to me, “Grandma, you expect a lot from me, don’t you?” My answer. “Yes, baby girl, I do.” How can we not believe they can continue our mission? Hope endures.
Thanks for the comment, Dee. Sorry I’m so late finding it. Blessings sent your way.
this is a priceless goodbye to someone who have lived a full life! may the transition be easy and blessed!
Yes, that is the desire of every believer. Just making a move. Thanks for your comment.
BEAUTIFUL !! Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for your kind words. They are much appreciated. 😀