Until We Meet Again….

Posted on January 7, 2024 by oneta hayes

Thank you to each of you who have followed my mother’s blog. Your interactions have been rewarding to her in so many ways. We pray that her words ministered to each of you. We know that in her heart, her intentions were always from love. So let this be a farewell since she is now dancing in Heaven with Jesus. – Roger Hayes and the Hayes Family.

In Loving Memory of Oneta Hayes

Oneta Hayes, a beloved pillar of our community and a devoted Christian, passed away on January 4, 2024. She leaves behind a legacy of love, faith, and kindness that will forever be etched in the hearts of those who had the privilege of knowing her.

Born on January 24, 1934, in Springfield, Colorado, Oneta dedicated her life to serving others with a selfless and compassionate spirit. Her unwavering faith in God was the cornerstone of her existence, and she lived each day guided by the teachings of love, grace, and forgiveness. Oneta was a shining example of Christian virtues, and her presence was a source of comfort and inspiration to all who crossed her path.

A dedicated wife, mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother, Oneta’s family was the center of her world. She showered them with boundless love, imparting wisdom and strength that will continue to resonate through generations. Her home was a haven of warmth and laughter filled with love.

In addition to her devotion to family, Oneta was a member of The Bridge and Baptist Heights churches in Mustang, Oklahoma, where she served in various capacities, sharing her talents and spreading the message of God’s love. Her commitment to the church community touched the lives of many, and her absence will be deeply felt.

Oneta’s legacy extends beyond her immediate circle, as she touched countless lives with her acts of kindness, generosity, and genuine concern for others. Her impact on the community is immeasurable, and her memory will be cherished by those who were fortunate enough to call her a friend.

Oneta was born in Springfield, Colorado to J.S. “Pete” Rodgers and Cleda Amy Riddle Rodgers on January 24, 1934.  She attended Southwestern Bible College, Lamar Junior College, Adams State College, Bethany Nazarene, and American Christian Collete & Seminary.  She married Samuel Hayes on July 5, 1953, in Springfield, Colorado.  She worked as an educator from 1965 until 1987.  She obtained her doctorate in theology May 7, 2005.  She participated in extensive community service projects to include CASA, Court Appointed Special Advocate for children, Toastmasters, street ministry and so much more.

Oneta is proceeded in death by her parents, Pete & Amy Rodgers, Sister Verna Rodgers Clark, brother and sister-in-law Clyde & Lavada Rodgers, brother-in-law Tom Crawford.

Oneta is survived by her husband of 70 years Samuel Hayes; son Carl Hayes and his wife Vicky Hayes of Ada, Oklahoma; son Roger Hayes and his wife ReNee Hayes of Mustang, Oklahoma; sister Karen Rodgers Crawford of Chickasha, Oklahoma; Grandchildren:  Daniel Hayes, David Hayes and wife Oriana, Mandy Ivy and husband Lynn Ivy, Kristina Anderson and husband Josh Anderson, Alayna Hayes, Pete Hayes, Bryce Moss, Blake Moss, and Katrina Moss. Great-Grandchildren:  Darien Hayes wife Michala, Johnny Beverly, Zoe Hayes, Jadalyn Towell, Ashlyn Towell, Ali Anderson, Addalyn Anderson, Kenlyn Anderson, Kingsley Moss, Sebastian Moss.  Great-Great-Grandson: Oliver Hayes

A memorial service will be held at The Bridge Church in Mustang, Oklahoma, Friday January 12, 2024, at 2 p.m. with Pastor Ken Isom officiating.  A burial and additional memorial service will follow soon in Campo, Colorado.

As we mourn the loss of Oneta, let us also celebrate the life she lived—a life filled with love, faith, and service. May her example inspire us to embrace compassion, strengthen our faith, and live with the same grace that she exemplified throughout her remarkable journey.

Oneta Hayes will be deeply missed but never forgotten. May her soul rest in eternal peace, and may her legacy continue to shine brightly in the hearts of all who knew her.

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SOCS, AUG. 26 ’23 – TUNE

Posted on August 26, 2023 by oneta hayes

 

This looks just the place I want to be – tuned in right here with rest of you Tuna Salad/Tuna Sandwich lovers!  On with some Stream of Consciousness as I wish for you a fortune in the future.  Just don’t expect all that fortune to come in the concrete form that looks like diamonds and silk.

One of the joys of living long is finding out how little value is in the concrete and how much in the abstract.  Oh, yes, I can show you some joy via picture.  But what the picture really shows about joy is the relationship between you and something or somebody.

Notice the picture above shows me standing in front of my new microwave, a relationship with me and a concrete item.  It also reveals a new dimension in our-you and me- relationship.  Ahhhh.  You see I am showing off a bit of a change in hair style, a clippie holding down bangs.  LOL!!!!  Now I realize I am stretching a point so that it hardly has any point left.  But with SOCS rules about writing with little preparation, I’m grasping at ways to end this subject.

Good-bye.  Picture is used.  I am gone.

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SOCS, JULY 29, 2023 HE CHOSE ME!

Posted on July 30, 2023 by oneta hayes

Linda G. Hill has assigned the use of “won” or “one” as the prompt for this week’s SoCS.  Good choice for me at this time, since I have just had company during which we pulled out stories from our Bible School Days.  The days when couples had to be creative in their courting since it had to be “no touch.”

As I wander along this memory I am doing a “cut and paste.”  It has already been used on Blogging and Facebook, but it is important to my stream of thought today.  Another reason I want to use it, is because I want to express how good Sammy has been to me during this recent bout with new bad health issues.  He has been so patient and comforting—regardless of some noticeable lapses in hearing.  LOL

WONDER OF WONDERS, HE CHOSE ME.   I admit I fell in love with him because of what he did, not who he was.  Who he was, was a rather haughty Englishman standing with one foot propped up on the top of an unlighted stove.  What he did was:

Winked at me.

Drew pictures for me in history class.

Went with me for fundraising.  He didn’t laugh at me when I told a group that we were going to do a certain thing in “Feptember.”-  I guess one of my “Bushisms”

Stirred my peanut butter and syrup.

Carried one end of a twig while I carried the other end.  We had a “no touch” rule in our Bible school.  I do confess to putting my hand over his while he was holding the steering wheel.  Our chaperone was quite liberal.

Left me a chocolate malt at the foot of the stairs.

Took a lecture from the dean when he stood with his arms open wide while I pretended I was going to jump into them.  The dean said that did not look proper.

Sat with me on the pig sty.

After about six months, he kissed me.  Broke the rules.  I was flustered.  When he said, “Will you marry me?”  I was thinking about the no touch rule, and I thought he said “Are you mad at me?”  I said, “Why, no, Sammy.”  Suddenly my brain got straightened out and I quickly asked for a little time to think it over.

A couple of days later, he said I had had a little time, and I said, “Yes.”

My love story!  My heart breaks for young people these days.  Those who never experience the picture drawing, winks, making peanut butter sandwiches, dreaming fairy tale dreams, carry twigs together – all working up to the magic moment when they can hold hands!  And finally get a kiss.  Then comes love, marriage and the baby carriage.

I had a couple of rivals that I knew of.  Not sure about how many others.  One of those rivals refused his invitation because she was my friend.  I don’t spend much time wondering about the rivals.  Because in the end HE CHOSE ME!

WONDER OF WONDERS

 

 

 

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PRESIDENTAL PRIMARY NOMINEES

Posted on July 3, 2023 by oneta hayes

Prospective Presidential Nominee appears at my door and asks, “How do you feel about whether or not the USA should put “boots on the ground” in (whatever enemy country)?” Bye, bye, prospective nominee. I’ve had enough of “leaders” who vote by poll.

My belief is that people who represent me, and have “inside” information, are also probably more knowledge than I am.  Here I should confess that I have never been to a local election center except when I go to vote.  Voting  is really an exciting July Independence Day event, whatever day it comes on.  I do vote primaries, generally based on “family” brainstorming.

I should have common sense and courage to vote what is good for my country, not just what is good for me.   Chances are what is good for my country will be good for me. For instance, I think I would like to see a small  cut across the board for all entitlements. That I say, knowing well that my whole financial dependence is on entitlements. But I can’t see how my $1000 cut to $980 will tear up my budget any worse than it is already torn up by an unhealthy economy. Hopefully the twenty bucks will go to some system that will save me that much or more in a growing economy.

I will add that I’ll have a fit if it is used to promote some agency whose goal is to put more money into someone’s party,  or upgrade his/her limousine. That’s where we need an honest and unbiased media.  A media who reports not a media who controls.

So how do we get an unbiased media? That’s a problem when the media is the one who is selecting the media! The only answer I have at present is to boycott the special interest media groups—that also includes the universities that are turning out graduates who fit into their cookie cutters, seemingly turning out students every year who are less able to cope with routine, work-a-day life.

Nominees, don’t be so concerned about my wants as about my needs. I need a free country run by people of integrity, good sense, and humility enough to listen to people who know, not to those who only want the “gimmes.”

I found it amusing that since the Supreme Court struck down Biden’s ability to cancel student loans, support for Pres. Biden has lessened among millennials. 

Hold it, hang on a bit Mr/Ms Candidate.  I do want you to come to my door, come in a talk, walk with me, rock with me.  Ask what me needs are and what I want.  If you have ideas, take time to share them.  Just do more than stick you finger up to register one more vote on the side of R or D.

Now that I am very close to living in the last decade of my first one years, my computer has downloaded much more than I can put in a single post, so for now toodle-doo.

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ROCK OF GIBRALTAR, SOCS, JULY 1, ’23

Posted on July 1, 2023 by oneta hayes

 

Our prompt word for SoCS by Linda G. Hill is “rock.”

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I am scrambling around in my head to see where to go with the “rock.”  Oh, my, my first thought is Rock of Ages, cleft for me; let me hide myself in Thee.  …  But not today; I want something no one else knows.  So here are my points.

Rock of Gibraltar, Logo from Prudential Insurance, A daughter of a President of Prudential.  There it is!  So my post comes about.

Many years ago, fifty, sixty or so, I was teaching in an elementary school; third and fourth grade I think.  A new teacher was assigned to a second grade class across the hall.  She was definitely more “advantaged” than the rest of us, students and faculty alike.  Young, probably first year out of college, beautiful, poised, and confident – at eight o’clock that morn.  The likes of that day were different than any other since she’d been born!

I snicker now at the parents she had, must have set up this perfect scene to show her how the real world twirls!  She was the daughter of the Prudential Insurance owner, CEO, or whatever they were called in that day.  Most of us called them rich!

I don’t remember whether she came back, but I do know one little girl, Liddy, won her heart.  I’m sure Liddy received goodies from her introduction into that family.   Little Rich Girl probably treated Liddy to some grand experiences.

 

 

 

 

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SURELY THOU ART GREAT, O LORD

Posted on June 30, 2023 by oneta hayes

SURELY THOU ART GREAT, O LORD.

Creating cosmos, creating me

Creating both, butterfly and bees.

Plants in abundance: flowers, bushes and trees

Spoken into existence by the Living Word

Into nothingness, His Voice was heard.

There arose both beast and bird,

Elephants, gazelles, bison by the herd.

But He sees us as his masterpiece,

Adam and Eve, You and Me

SURELY THOU ART GREAT, O LORD!

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Nice surprise for me.  I opened this computer here at home, and behold, it is working for me.  I guess I stumbled on the right path some way.  I had been playing along with the above rhyme a few days ago, so I’m glad to have a chance to shoot it your way.  Bringing my love from my home to yours.

 

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HELLO, WORLD

Posted on June 26, 2023 by oneta hayes

Neither I nor my equipment is doing real great these days.  But today is better so I’ve made my way to the library to see if I can post a report from here.  Hurray!  We both work.  😀

At least I know one thing.  My equipment is the reason I can’t smile at you from home.  When I try to post from there I get a notice saying I have to wait or exit.  I can only get out of that by closing the post.

Now that I’m on, what do I say?  For one thing I got a get well card that says, “In the past He has walked with you.  Now He is carrying you.”  So True!  A truth I can hitch my Monday mooring to.

I did have a heart procedure which showed that I am not a candidate for further heart “repair.”  I live with what I’ve got as long as God sees fit.  I can not have an anesthetic, so that limits a lot of possibilities.  I do have to have a cancer cut out of my arm on July 6th.  I’ll be glad when that is over.  I’m considering going on Hospice, not because of end of life but because they would provide more “at home” care.  Any advice?

I’m not much good at snide remarks about our President.   “God Save the Queen.”  There are few weaker than I these days.  Our President is one.  I’ll not strike at him.  Give me my equal.  Uchoo.  I can still poke a bit of fun at our VP, Kamala!  Equity is now replacing equality.  She has all sorts of diversity I lack.  My White Supremacy puts me bottom there.  The only group I am above are white males.  White Christian males take bottom place.

If God needs a time to move world wide, he has it now.  Since I am one who believes in a “Rapture” of the Church, I see the signs approaching.  My grandson shows me a statement from four hundred years ago that showed they believed the same thing.  It has been a possibility since Paul’s writings, Peter’s writings, John’s writing.  In all those days I believe God had a vision of America, founded by Christian Fathers.  A vision of a nation which would be strong enough to spread the Gospel to the whole world.

Didn’t women pilots fly over the Super Bowl?  I think so.  Sammy has recently be intriqued with women pilots, which lead to all pilots, which led to planes.  WOW, they are impressive.

My sister, Karen, is doing the muscle work for me today, car. wheelchair, etc.  I think we are now off to eat something.

ALL HALE THE POWER OF JESUS’ NAME!

 

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SUGAR, PLEASE FILL THE SUGAR BOWL

Posted on June 10, 2023 by oneta hayes

ON THE JOURNEY from a Walmart shelf to its useful place on the coffee shelf in my cabinet, a cup of sugar alights first in a sugar jar in the pantry.  This week I discovered along with other things I am not strong enough to do now, is lift that jar out of the pantry so I can scoop out enough sugar to fill the kitchen sugar bowl.  And, can you believe this!  My husband, Sammy, knew how to do it!  And he did it!  If it were two months later, it would be seventy years that I have been the automated sugar bowl filler!

This is short today, but long enough to let you know how much I do appreciate Sammy as he has to take over some very simple household chores as well as be nurse’s aide for me these coming few months.  We start some  injections tomorrow in preparation for a procedure coming up Friday morning.  We had to do this before.  I don’t recall that they are all that bad but Sammy certainly dislikes injecting that needle into my stomach.

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Thanks for the SoCS https://lindaghill.com/2023/06/09/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-10-2023/

 

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ONETA REPORTS “LIVE”

Posted on June 7, 2023 by oneta hayes

NEWSY TUESDAY

Yes, this will be published on Wednesday, but my news was made today, Tuesday.

I saw the next doctor in line for my God-given cardiologist.  Guess what?  I’m still on stage ——LIVE!

Now I must survive for the Big Day with Jessica, my beauty saloon artist.  Tomorrow four oclock for the works.  Actually a couple people told me today that I looked pretty—today.  😀

I learned some important “options” today about some things that might work out for me.  Nice to have an option.  I will go back next Friday (16th) to be checked out in several ways to get the low down on my chances of success for some of these options.  Lots of brains involved among the group of medical whizzes.  I’m so impressed that they care.  And as the very last choice, my heart and vision still remember Jesus’s words to me.  “I’m still your healer” he says.  Those words are so sweet, they almost make me want that to be my first choice.  But I have this brain full of stuff I want to achieve before I go on!

I believe the weird thing that scared me into the hospital will continue on occasion as long as I have breathing problems, but I can handle that now that I can just remain calm and concentrate on breathing.  No more panic!

I’m trying to adjust to temperature needs in my house.  That would make it easier for everyone to live with me.  Weather has been lovely with nice rains.  Yard is lovely.  Picture at top is taken from my back patio toward the neighbor across the fence.

Wish I could share with you what I feel with Jesus as he sits with me on the bedside and I lean back in my rocker.  I can talk openly with Him; there is nothing in my heart that he doesn’t already know.  I remember Isaiah 40:28 “Do you not know?  Have you not heard?…”  Yes, Lord, I know; yes, Lord, I have heard. I don’t know where that ugly thought came from. I’m putting it at the foot of the cross where you have already taken care of it and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness.  And if that ugliness involves another person, I remember to pray for his/her needs also.

It looks like Wednesday has arrived in some places in the world.  I’m closing scheduling this to be published in the morning at 7:00.  Hope it finds you all chipper.  XOXO

 

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POINTS TO PONDER, JUNE 5, 2023

Posted on June 5, 2023 by oneta hayes

POINTS TO PONDER

  1. If a male or female wants to be binary. What kind of surgeon would he/she look for? I have only heard of surgeons who change male to female, or female to male.
  2. If a father in the home contributes to a child’s success, why would one be surprised to find many prisoners come from broken homes?
  3. If marijuana is a “gateway” drug, why is it treated as harmless pleasure?
  4. If child sacrifice is an abomination to God, why would a majority of women favor liberal abortion restrictions?
  5. If weather history has shown cycles of warm and cycles of cold, why would we invest money in trying to change that instead of looking for more sources of energy?
  6. How many ocean front land owners are selling out because of the tide rising more than normal?
  7. Why are illegals (undocumented workers) more harmful to New York City and Washington DC, than they are to El Paso and Del Rio?
  8. Why are 17 year old immigrants called children when they cross the Rio, but they can get jobs in USA’s adult labor force?
  9. Why is Kamala laughing?
  10. Why am I not?
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