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...
It has been a madhouse all of Ralph’s life. May he find his way in the silence.
That seems to be his recourse.
Not sure how you got the title for this blog? Sweet Aroma?
And not sure to what the numbers are referring: three, eight, etc.? Ralph’s ages, maybe?
❤️&🙏 in any case, c.a.
Rallph is in an institution filled with chaos. He is lucid and remembering the chaos at all these stages of his life. He is remembering (too lucid) so he regresses into silence where he finds a kind of peace. His life has been filled with trouble and confusion.
madhouse definition:
măd′hous″
noun
An institution for the mentally ill.
A place of great disorder and confusion.
A house where insane persons are confined for cure or for restraint; a lunatic asylum; a bedlam.
Hey, thanks for the comment. It is always good to know when I am not clear. Smiles sent your way.