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...
That’s why I have so many pieces of potted plant prunings!
Exactly right. I thought about doing a parable of how hard it is to pull up a seedling. This little fellow got my heart this morning amid all his inconvenience to me.
Sweet, Oneta. Great story.
Thanks, IB. My home in crisis. 😀 Making major decisions.
I like the decision to keep him.
I think he has had a happy day in a clean bowl. And I start the dirty up process by giving him food. I also gave him a name – Finney. He now belongs for good, unless I find a loving home for him. 😀
What a sweet story from a very sweet lady.❤️❤️
I’ve decided to take care of “Finney” until some foster grandchild begs for him and all my fish stuff. Do you remember my post “All I Want for Mother’s Day is a Pregnant Guppy.” That’s what started my guppy story.
You crack me up. Keep on doing what you do.
Years ago, I saw a woman cry bitter tears because she felt so bad for accidentally letting a tiny goldfish go down the drain, when she was cleaning and refilling the goldfish bowl.
A few years later, she discovered that she was pregnant and decided to have an abortion.
I never could understand that.
Linda Lee, I wanted this little story to be interpreted in light of the abortion issue. I’m not sure that came through. I guess I was too subtle. The story is true. We had that exchange this morning. I named the fish “Finny;” Now it will be even harder to dump him. Pregnant mothers who want their child often name early it seems – not that one can tell its sex early.
I hope this is only a partly true story. I hope the decision for the tropical fish to keep it is true. it took only one foreign fish in our river system to pollute the many rivers in the Australian eco system. The story of the little carp is one. Rabbits so cute is another.(on the land of course) What about the cute baby crocodile who was discarded into a creek while small. ? The mayhem the adult caused in an environment where crocs were never meant to be and the terror for animals and young swimmers is mind numbing.. I agree with Linda above if we have lost our ability to sanctify human life and have no thought for discarding the inconvenient in animal and plant life what a great species of made in the Image of God people have we become. Blessings!
We didn’t mess up the lake with the tiny guppy. Overall I don’t swallow that environmental trend. Our country is made up of many immigrants who brought with them many plants and animals. I’m thankful. Guess we would eat turkey, buffalo, and wild boars. Maybe we would plead for some manna. Ah, I could have pecan pie. That will do. 😀