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...
I like your new picture, Oneta. You have a great smile. 😀
Easy to smile with those little ones around me. I can’t do a fake selfie that doesn’t look like to much like me trying to fake a smile for a selfie. My Daughter in Law did the one I’ve been using with the roses. I like it but it is getting close to three years old, I think.
You’re looking good, Oneta! I always look forward to reading what you have to say. 🙂
Thank you for the comment, IB. Comments keep us steamed, huh?
Regarding racial issues: I grew up in a white family, and I believed that I was 100% white. (Except for my freckles, that is. But I assumed those were were due to my Irish heritage.)
When I was 24 years old, my dad told me the ‘family secret.’ He said that his dad was half black, but could ‘pass for white’, and that his dad’s mother was black. So then I believed that I was 1/8 black — which used to be called an ‘octoroon’. (Not sure if I am spelling that right.) I thought being 1/8 black was very cool, and it explained why I sing and dance the way I do.
About seven or eight years ago, I had my DNA tested by Ancestry, just for fun. They told me that I am only about 1% black. African Nigerian, to be specific. How is that possible, I wondered. I’m supposed to be 1/8 black, which is equal to 12.5%, not 1%. Maybe they made a mistake? To verify, I had my DNA tested again, through 23andMe. They said I am about 1.5% African Nigerian, which is still nowhere close to 12.5%.
So now you can call me: racially confused!
LOL. I call you normal. And congrats on the sing and dance. Wish I could do that. Too much Irish and Scot. I didn’t get any of the River Dancer skills. Thanks much for sharing your story.
I’m a mutt through and through. Though I haven’t actually had DNA testing, I could be wrong, but I am English, Irish, French, Swedish, German and possibly native American. I’ve never looked at the difference in skin color, but lately I’m being accused of being a white supremacist. Sounds like some fancy desert.
Kathy, I think you got the top DNA from all of them. 😀
Oh bless your heart, my friend. The feeling is mutual.
LOL
looking good and glad you found the “old” editor—I’m sticking with it cause it works for my simplistic brain 🙂
Well, I am too, at this point. Too short on time.
Love your picture – Love your constant spin on life and your God heart. I’m struggling with WordPress and still am trying to do some new stuff, I want to add a site but not disturb the blog. I have a new 2020 goal. It is a writing challenge and I want it to have its own place. Trying to keep it from being a business or ‘out there’ for publicity is not what its about ..I hope for a WordPress extension but not at a cost. I have other websites’ Keep writing , You are an inspiration to all,
Thank you, Faye, for all the kind words. The thought of keeping up two blogs is way too much for me! If you do it, I hope it works for you . Go for it.
The new photo looks good and I agree with you about the Republican Convention.
That Convention has been fantastic. Very positive and upbeat. Loved meeting all those new people. Thanks for the comment.
You’re always looking beautiful! It is nice to see you, blurry & all!!💕
Thank you. I’m just swallowing it all up. 😀
Casteism and Untouchability is an issue similar to racism but more complicated here in Nepal and also in India. “Lower” caste people have been called untouchables and ostracized by “higher” caste ones for centuries. These “lower” caste people are also called “Dalit” which means oppressed. I find the term difficult to use as it does not include everyone that has been oppressed but only a group of people carrying certain surnames. Bigger problem is that they don’t want to be called “Dalits” but approve themselves as such in government files so that they get social justice.
Hey, it is good to see you again – in English! Thanks for taking the time to describe some about the “system” in your countries. I’m so ignorant of situations in your country. This is a matter of concern to me that I do not have more curiosity and compassion for those beyond my walls. Seems my time is so short. Forgive me. I’d like to be more like Jesus who plays no favorites and has time for all. Thank you much, Sandeept for the contact; I consider you a friend, not a stranger.