Another train car to unpack. I’m now on my ninth. One for each decade.
The first four, I packed my cars – education, family, houses, cars, friends and stuff – from cars and jars to singing tunes and measuring spoons.
Then come the unpacking. Car five, dropped sons and their stuff; car six, dropped education and career; car seven, home and hobbies; car eight, had to let go some vim and vigor. Now unpacking car nine – letting stuff go – from cars and jars to singing tunes and measuring spoons.
Keeping body and soul while awaiting the Glory Train.
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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...
Happy birthday and great analogy. But, don’t stop singing!
That is a very hard “do without” for me. I can seldom have voice to sing now because of lung issues I guess. I’m on oxygen. No problem with speaking voice but very little range or key options. I have learned to try mouthing the words in church, that’s better doing nothing. Thanks for the comment.
You and I are in the same boat–or train–I can get through the first verse of a song, maybe part of the second, before I become breathless. Singing has been in my soul since before I can remember. Sad to lose it, but maybe I’ll be a coloratura soprano in heaven 🙂
I’m sorry. I identify. Sometimes by evening I can sing a bit if I start it in a comfortable key. However, my son acts like I’m in no key! 😀 That’s discouraging.
I’d say keep on trucking but you’re talking about trains…so roll on 🙂
Let’s try out Rawhide: Keep those doggies rollin’ Still not right. We’ll just have to make our own. “Keep those wheels a’rolling, Rollin’ down the rail. This might painful to your ears, but don’t put me in yur jail.” Okay. I give up. 😀
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Love the analogy. Keep looking out of the window. Wave as others get off at their stations. Your station is yet unknown but His platform will be waiting for you in His Will And timing. One of my dearest friends and mentors (she lived to 103.) On her last day, she told a nurse she saw the Lord Good Morn!ng! she said to everyone. She indeed got out at that designated station. Thank you Oneta for expressing this in your blog today. Journey Well!
If the Train gets here while we are still breathing, I’ll be on it with you. Blessings.
Well said. Glory train indeed. 🙂
You waiting for the Glory Train also? Peaceful to know it is coming, isn’t it?
This was a lovely piece of observational metaphor about life.
Thanks, James. Kind of you to leave that comment. I often notice you are so gracious in your comments to me and others. I see you quite often.
Many of us see a train as a metaphor for our lives, but your description is wonderful. Clickity-clack, life goes on, while so much is left behind.
Thank you for such a kind comment. Do you have a blog? I couldn’t find one.
Sure do, thanks for asking! There should have been a link, but here I am: https://eugeniaparrish.blog/
I really enjoyed this. Excellent, in fact.
Oh, yes, I had visited you via the linkz. I remember taking note of your game. I want to remember to do it with my great grands when I can see them again. Covid is keeping us apart a lot these days. Thank’s, Sandra.