STEVE’S CHILDHOOD 2

STEVE’S CHILDHOOD WAS NOT ON A SILVER PLATTER. 

        I was born in the state or Oregon in 1947.  My first home was on a farm east of Union, Oregon, where my father worked.  Later we moved to Melton Freewater because my father was in the Oregon National Guard after he returned from World War 2.  He was a heavy drinker and it caused a lot of problems in my parents’ relationship, which shortly led them to divorce.

        My mother was left to care for me as a single mom who received no child support from my father.  This was a struggle for her but she never gave up to provide what she could for me.  I remember a time when we had only canned tomatoes to eat; those she had canned with my grandma and aunt. 

        After a few months my mother began dating a few men.  She finally met a man named Richard from Oklahoma whom she married.  Richard’s wife had been killed in a farming accident and left him widowed with two girls who were living with his brother and wife in Oklahoma.  Richard and my mother were married in 1957.  The next year my half-brother was born.    We traveled all over Oregon and Washington because Richard was in construction work.

         My schooling was so bad  that I was sent to live with my father and his wife, Dora, and a half brother in their home in Walla Walla, Washington.  As I started to school there, I was told that I would be held back a grade to try to get my education back in line with the other kids.  This caused me some personality problems and I did not get along with Dora.  So I was sent back to live with my mother and Richard. 

        In 1962 we moved to Oklahoma and I then met my two step-sisters.  We lived in Spencer, OK and I started to Junior High School in September 1962.  This was a better place for me to meet new friends and I felt like I came home where I belonged! 

        I met a young Christian girl who lit my life up.  She changed me in so many ways and we planned to get married when we graduated High School.  However, we decided to break off our relationship in order to be sure we were committed to each other.  We agreed to separate.  I met another girl whose name was Margret.  I thought she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.  Margret and I got married in 1966 when I was twenty years old.  I started back to night school that fall.  I had a great job working for Oklahoma Natural Gas Company.  The marriage was great until I got a draft notice to report for a physical for the service in August, 1967.

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...
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11 Responses to STEVE’S CHILDHOOD 2

  1. Steven Hendrix says:

    Thank you Oneta for this write up. It is touching to know other people take time to recognize others in their lives.

  2. Faye says:

    Interesting. I was born in the middle of the war and my dad fighting overseas did not see me until I was three years old., I too remember well the struggles of finding reason for life when dad is a veteran. We only learned of his courage and wartime exploits years after when records were opened. NO parades for him he chose humble remembrance of all who fought and gave their lives for what they believed was FREEDOM and safety for ALL, ,,,,,,,,,One day it will be. Thank you Oneta.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Considering that I go to a very small church, I know our veterans there well because they stand on Vet. Day and they sell poppies. I have known Steve for about seven years; this was the first for me to know his story. I asked three; the others declined. It is not something most veterans will talk about. I do hear them say that they have been in certain territories when we discuss geographic kinds of things. I understand. I am thankful. I’m sure we could find more personal stories on internet, but I like knowing the source of the stories. A few have taken the opportunity to make their stories an evangelistic ministry. That’s good also. Thanks to your dad also. Not many of my family were drafted because they were mostly farmers.

  3. My Grandfather grew up in Oklahoma and spent his adult life in Washington. Interesting to see those two states feature so heavily here.

  4. Lordy–I’m a bit fretful to where this might be going

  5. grAnnie Roo says:

    Dear friend, what delight to find this post on my first visit in a few months! As a former resident of Southeastern WA, including beautiful Walla Walla with many dear friends in Milton Freewater, OR, I can hardly wait for the rest of the story. It’s good to see you, Oneta.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Yes, there you are willing to be caught again. You have been reading more than you let me catch you. Are you still living the far country? My family came near to moving to OR when I was a Sr. in High School, or near that time. Daddy’s brother lived in Eugene so daddy put a deposit down to buy a chicken farm there. I’ve blogged about it. Good to have you stop for a visit.

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