Author Archives: oneta hayes
HOUSE OF AN OLD WOMAN
Just making my way from room to room and finding albums, pictures, scrapbooks, memorabilia lying around all over the place, I’m thinking “I declare if this weren’t my house, I’d think an old woman lived here.” Ta Da, I’m off … Continue reading
LET’S CHAT – LET ME RANT
First I want to explain that my post yesterday, “It Takes a Village” was meant as a dire warning as to what might happen if big government gets more control over family life. It is insane what some people have … Continue reading
IT TAKES A VILLAGE
If Ammie had not had to go to the hospital, the chair wouldn’t cause me so much pain. “She’s okay,” the doctor said. “She has a brilliant mind. We are going to keep her for some testing and studies.” It … Continue reading
SUNDAY’S SIMPLE SERMON, Sept. 20, 2020
Love: So thankful for love so deep it doesn’t have to be expressed to be known – and also for love so deep that it calls to us in words sometimes also. Most people never find this kind of love … Continue reading
WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH?
I have a reasonable supply of first aid on hand in case of emergency. If a couple kids fall out of tree and scratch their knees, no problem. If twenty kids fall out at the same time, I’m probably going … Continue reading
COLOR YOUR WORLD
Kleenex had been around twenty years or more But unknown to me until nineteen-forty-four. A girl passed me a tissue for my tears in church, She noticed that I, for a hanky did search. I’ve found that Kleenex is certainly … Continue reading
EXCUSES
(Edit and copy from four years ago.) Long ago and not so far away, there was a Sunday School Superintendent (Leon Crosswhite) who needed a SS teacher. He asked me if I would teach. I told him I would not. … Continue reading
SAFE BUT BOUND
No eaglet ever had clipped wing staying in nest – Nor freedom to soar. **************** Image: unsplash Haiku Challenge by Ronovan https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/14/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-323-clipwings/.
WHAT’S A CLIPPIE?
Face Book pulled up a memory from seven years ago. I am sharing. Sorry to say, there are no clippies on the floor now. Too much gaining, not enough losing. ************** Report time, I have great ambitious early mornings! At … Continue reading
THE ZACCHAEUS ROUTE
“Nope.” the sign read. Feeling unwelcome but determined, Claire went inside and asked anyway. “Do you have the Guest Books from former years?” “Yes, some. What year do you need?” “So far, so good.” She thought. “From eight years ago.” … Continue reading
