tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201173357654368415.post8986423784950852358..comments2010-03-29T06:18:50.264-07:00Comments on Project Wendy: Dessert : Harvest Crispproject Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000894905071034506noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201173357654368415.post-57551104105087722422009-09-14T19:19:18.821-07:002009-09-14T19:19:18.821-07:00I remember the apartment as well. I visited her wi...I remember the apartment as well. I visited her with Dad many times. Unfortunately she was not all that with it from what I remember, and when she moved in with us it was far worse. Great Gram, never could remember my name, I was "that boy" and I she accused me of stealing her purple polyester pants, which is funny because I was about 5' 8" and she was about 4' 8". I guess I could have been waring them as shorts...Anyway Gram Richardson was my special grand Mother. She was always so nice and tried to feed me every time she saw me. Plus I for years dad lived at their house so I saw her all the time.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152636420494625435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9201173357654368415.post-12794906262402540522009-09-12T07:43:53.713-07:002009-09-12T07:43:53.713-07:00I remember that apartment. Mom would take me there...I remember that apartment. Mom would take me there and I would play with the pots and pans. Then I remember that she lived with us for a while. That woman could alway make you smile. It's a honor to carry her name, and share her birthday.Jacqueline Alma Richardsonnoreply@blogger.com