The following selection is from a Facebook status written by my nephew, Teral Crawford. Teral retired last month. How the years have flown by! Enjoy his memories of the kind of life my mom and dad provided.

What’s on my mind is my Grandad Pete and my Grandma Amy’s farm and ranch place in Colorado.

The past few nights when I go to bed, I begin reminiscing to times roughly 50 years ago.

The nights so dark that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, but you could see a million stars across the sky.

The lace curtains on the guest bedroom windows. The rush of cool air that flowed into that room when grandma threw a window open.

A full tummy usually from fried chicken or roast or ham with corn, okra, green beans and mashed potatoes.

That secure feeling of knowing they were just around the corner from us in their room.

The bathroom that always smelled like pink lotion and roses.

The other bathroom that smelled like a recently lit match and had a razor strap hanging on a nail.

The wail of coyotes out in the pasture.

When I get that far along, I am usually peaceful enough to fall asleep.


I think you will all love this beautiful imagery. However, if you do not understand that the lit match in the bathroom did NOT mean preparation for an arson event, don’t ask me; ask your gramdpa! “D

Congratulations, Teral, on your very well accomplished career in all that computer tech stuff; now write me something else.

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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9 Responses to HOME ON THE FARM

  1. joyroses13 says:

    Aww! Wonderful memories, loved the imagery. Thanks to him for sharing!

  2. ~M says:

    I have such similar memories. Love this…

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thank you. Life in the country might be better remembered than when it is a reality, but whatever the cause, it seems to be satisfying to many, especially, children. I’m so glad I didn’t know I was supposed to be lonely when I was alone. 😀

  3. C.A. Post says:

    We have one bathroom where, because it has an openable window, we did not ask the contractor to install a bath fan, so we have matches there! 🤠

  4. His words create comfort and serenity. I enjoyed it.

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