tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502378136018427934.post21045698210334242..comments2024-03-27T05:15:11.107-04:00Comments on ModaFresca: Love, Loss, and What I WoreMMHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961269636678513365noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502378136018427934.post-14584699581189343492012-04-18T10:49:41.573-04:002012-04-18T10:49:41.573-04:00I knew your grandpa Hess from growing up in the Bl...I knew your grandpa Hess from growing up in the Bloody 5th ward and going to Lincoln School....he was very involved in scouts and a great man...always doing something and nice to everyone who met him. I can remember what I wore to my husband's funeral and as you wrote, it is funny what we remember and it does fit it with Life. Nice post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502378136018427934.post-3817120225095198192012-01-26T20:55:19.337-05:002012-01-26T20:55:19.337-05:00YES, the big white fluffy dog, that was my Grandpa...YES, the big white fluffy dog, that was my Grandpa Hess' sidekick, Bonnie. He loved that dog so much, maybe even as much as I loved coloring on big boxes that kitchen appliances came in. ;)<br /><br />Tish-THAT was a great story. You almost made me cry. I can picture you and your skinny legs in black tights and a hunter green dress. Awwwwwww, I want to go back in time and hug you in that dress. Love YOU.MMHhttp://www.modafrescablog.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502378136018427934.post-15249609634161888492012-01-26T19:10:02.389-05:002012-01-26T19:10:02.389-05:00Great story!! I remember vividly what I wore to my...Great story!! I remember vividly what I wore to my Gramma's funeral. I had to go out and buy a dress because apparently I thought I was a boy and dressed like one, so I didnt own a dress. It was hunter green and incredibly ugly. I wore it with black stockings and black flats and looked as awkward as I felt. I was embarrased to be in that dress, and embarrased to cry in front of my friends, and if I could do it over again I'd go in jeans and a tshirt and cry for my Grandma. Love ya, thanks for bringing my Grandma to my thoughts today!!! TishAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502378136018427934.post-26075064522398376052012-01-26T16:07:56.314-05:002012-01-26T16:07:56.314-05:00I remember Grampa Hess! It's how we met all th...I remember Grampa Hess! It's how we met all those years ago when our Grampas were friends and we'd color together inside fridge boxes while that big fluffy sheepdog ran around. Miss those simple days!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502378136018427934.post-52022938370176480532012-01-26T16:05:14.121-05:002012-01-26T16:05:14.121-05:00Hey Mis what a touching memory.I loved your Grandp...Hey Mis what a touching memory.I loved your Grandpa too.He was a gentle giant.He always treated me well even if Grandma didn't.By the way,don't forget Bonnie who you had to share his lap with too. Grandparents are great even if after time they get alittle crazy. Love your Mom and your biggest fan.Mamanoreply@blogger.com