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...
Yes, I love old relics, but I do long for the history that they have seen. I believe it might have been a picture my mom found somewhere; then kept it to inspire a painting. I put it on FB. Maybe someone in my family will see it there and identify it.
As an archivist, I deal with photographs like that often. Sometimes my detective work finds a name and other scraps of a life story; more often, the person in the picture remains anonymous. J.
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 
I thought it’s you until I read the poem.
That is about the way I looked at that age. Mother made me frilly dresses. Thanks for the comment, Adelheid.
Awww, what a touching story. I thought it was you at first. Thank you for joining in and Merry Christmas, Oneta!
Thanks very much. I will get to reading other entries later. Been a busy day. For us all, huh?
Merry Christmas. Old photos are so nice but lack of context can be frustrating
Yes, I love old relics, but I do long for the history that they have seen. I believe it might have been a picture my mom found somewhere; then kept it to inspire a painting. I put it on FB. Maybe someone in my family will see it there and identify it.
As an archivist, I deal with photographs like that often. Sometimes my detective work finds a name and other scraps of a life story; more often, the person in the picture remains anonymous. J.
I’ll see one person tomorrow who might be able to tell me more about it. If so, I will come back to it later.