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...
I always told my children there are consequences for everything we do be it good or bad. My daughter had a hard time with that concept and so she ate a lot of daisies. Her lying hurt a lot of people because when she lied they were vicious lies. Anyone that knew her for any length of time soon learned they could not trust anything that came out of her mouth. She will be 40 this year and people who have known her for years still takes anything she says with a grain of salt because of her past and I fear it will haunt her for the rest of her life. It is the consequence of her own actions though and so must take her lumps as they come.