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...
His birth and living was pretty much a miracle. You understand that, don’t you? We are thankful. Of course, many of us cannot look at any baby without thinking “miraculous.”
He overcame great odds Oneta — to have been so small and precarious— preemies are really something— I think they of all babies are wired with tenacity!
My daddy lived with only a mid-wife help in 1913; they say he was two pounds. His twin died in spite being a bit larger. It was very fortunate for me that my daddy lived! 😀
Thank you. We have been blessed by the influence of a Godly grandfather. Of course, that does not ensure salvation, but it makes it much easier to make a choice to serve Jesus. Evan has made that choice. I’m thankful.
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
Sweet aroma 
What a journey— and an adventure still awaits!!!! 🥳
His birth and living was pretty much a miracle. You understand that, don’t you? We are thankful. Of course, many of us cannot look at any baby without thinking “miraculous.”
He overcame great odds Oneta — to have been so small and precarious— preemies are really something— I think they of all babies are wired with tenacity!
My daddy lived with only a mid-wife help in 1913; they say he was two pounds. His twin died in spite being a bit larger. It was very fortunate for me that my daddy lived! 😀
As it is for the rest of your family as well as for me 🥰
Smiling at you. 🙂
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Congratulations!
Thank you.
Congrats!
Thank you.
What a lovely and love-filled post–Yes, congratulations! God bless you and all of your family ❤
Thank you. I look forward to more communication with you. Following.
Oh my, I didn’t expect that–you’re very sweet!
Thank you. We have been blessed by the influence of a Godly grandfather. Of course, that does not ensure salvation, but it makes it much easier to make a choice to serve Jesus. Evan has made that choice. I’m thankful.
Oh that is GOOD!
Yes, indeed. Have a blessed week.
It will be a busy week, for sure–I’ve barely begun my baking…running out of steam fast 🙂
Take care.
You too, dear heart ❤