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 am reminded of my Uncle Boyce Henderson, father’s uncle actually. He was a missionary to the Inuit tribes of Alaska, preaching and teaching school. When he and his wife came home, he built a log cabin northeast of Pontotoc, MS and they lived without any utilities, no indoor plumbing, and walking to the general store about a mile and a half from his home almost daily. Their home did not even have a driveway. You parked on a wide spot of the shoulder of the road and walked through the trees to get there. He and his wife lived into their late 80s, as you wrote, happy, and they are in God’s House now.
With their realistic and spiritual values, I’m sure they were happier than those who run “here and there” to find fun, even though they know their fun brings dire results.
Thank you. I’ll tell you a secret. I had trouble with the line about ironing. “ironing shirts and blouses” sounded so good but didn’t rhyme. Then it hit me that I could use “ever shirt and blouse” so I signed in great relief. 😀
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 
Well done in keeping the continuous rhyme going. A story of clean and happy living.
They kept their love burning that no water could douse.
Hey, you upped me one! Great comment.
i love happy ending. 🙂
I’m not much to dwell on evil or weird make-believe. Happy endings might be make-believe but they leave me happy. 😀
I am reminded of my Uncle Boyce Henderson, father’s uncle actually. He was a missionary to the Inuit tribes of Alaska, preaching and teaching school. When he and his wife came home, he built a log cabin northeast of Pontotoc, MS and they lived without any utilities, no indoor plumbing, and walking to the general store about a mile and a half from his home almost daily. Their home did not even have a driveway. You parked on a wide spot of the shoulder of the road and walked through the trees to get there. He and his wife lived into their late 80s, as you wrote, happy, and they are in God’s House now.
With their realistic and spiritual values, I’m sure they were happier than those who run “here and there” to find fun, even though they know their fun brings dire results.
Absolutely.
The simple life and a good marriage was all they needed. Nice story. Fits the prompt very well.
Thank you, Margaret? Do you write FF? If so, how can I find you?
Oh lovely rhyming tale of time passing. Well done.
Thank you. I’ll tell you a secret. I had trouble with the line about ironing. “ironing shirts and blouses” sounded so good but didn’t rhyme. Then it hit me that I could use “ever shirt and blouse” so I signed in great relief. 😀
Oneta, it does look like that kind of a dwelling. Maybe that’s exactly what happened there 🙂
You got it! My grandpa’s house. No, not really. But thanks for thinking it sounded like real.
You’re very welcome.
A beautiful little house…with a beautiful story in verse to go with it.
Very creative.
Thank you.
You are welcome.