Oops! Got a little repitious there, I apologize.

More about me!

I think the more we know about each other, the more we understand one another and our relationship becomes more intimate. What we observe in one another externally doesn't always reveal what is in our heart. While we as humans "...looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart." I Samuel 16:7 This scripture confirms to me, we really don't know each other and perhaps that is why our love for one another is sometimes shallow. I am convinced that love, real love, is neither conditional nor feigned - it is "Christlike love". I desire my relationships with people to be deep and constant, free of mistrust, past hurts and suspicion. Therefore, I will tell you who I am and hope you will let me know who you are!

I was born May 25th, 1945 in Mc Nary, Navajo, Arizona to William Frederick and Louise Webb Mc Neil. I feel as if I remember my birth. I see green-paned windows and snow falling outside. Mother tells me it did snow the day I was born and that I've probably heard people talking about those things...I say, "Perhaps". I believe we remember more than we are aware of.

While I don't remember people that much, I do recall certain incidents. My first childhood recollections are of Vernon. Grandpa Webb and his sons had a sawmill there and each family built a wooden house, except Uncle Ray (the eldest of the boys), who was building a stucco house. Probably to lessen the mud and dirt, each family had a slatted walkway made from what may have been 1x2's set across 2x4's, leading from the edge of their property to their door. I vividly remember carefully stepping from one board to another for fear of falling through. I must have been around 18 months old at the time. Why that memory? I think it is because my parents took a picture of me on one of those walkways and it continually sparked my memory of the fear of falling. By the way, I have a TERRIBLE fear of heights!

I loved my family, as far as I was concerned, I had the best family in all the world! Do you think that is because children, little children, are so close to the Spirit that they only "look upon the heart" and it is also why the Lord counsels us to "...becometh as a child..."? Mosiah 3:19 Take a few moments to read that scripture, isn't it true? Can you imagine how different our world would be if each of us did exactly as it counsels us?

When I learn how to scan pictures, I will send you a picture of that little girl. I love you, until next time. Have a happy day!!

About Me

The things you may, or may not know: I was born in McNary on May 25, 1945. I was the second child, first girl, of William Frederick and Louise Webb McNeil. I feel I was a sober child and had a serious outlook on life. I have vague memories of life with my Mother and Father before he died. My earliest memories must have been when I was with my maternal grandmother, Grandma Webb. I recall bathing in a large galvanized tub (she didn't have a bathroom in her house at the time), which was set on the floor of the kitchen. The toilet was a privy outside at the back of the house, I was afraid of falling in, so my Grandpa cut a small hole to the right of the adult-sized hole. I loved playing at the edge of the lake, catching small frogs and building cities for them. I remember having a pair of white marching boots with little holsters on the side and little white, plastic pistols inside. How I loved them!

Horses consumed my thoughts as I grew up. One time we were in Mexico and I saw an old sway backed nag that a man was selling for $15. I thought surely my parents would but the horse for me because the price was so cheap - that didn't happen. At the age of 9 I had a dream that my parents got me a black and white pony. The dream was SO real, that when I woke up, I ran outside to see my pony and was shocked it wasn't there!! At around eleven or twelve I worked for a man named Art, cleaning stalls and walking his horses. He had a small Palamino mare named Lilly, that he was going to give to me if my parents would allow me to have her. I was ecstatic! I talked to my uncle in Webbville to see if he would let me keep her there, as I knew I could not take her to Tucson. He agreed, but my wish was denied and my heart was broken.