I try to be good but i take after my grandma St. Patrick’s day shirt, unisex tee, sweat shirt
- 5.3 oz., pre-shrunk 100% cotton
- Ash is 99/1 cotton/polyester
- Double-needle stitched neckline, bottom hem and sleeves
- Seven-eighths inch seamless collar
- Shoulder-to-shoulder taping
My heart is heavy right know but God knows what’s best he called my grandmother Elizabeth windfield home this morning at the age of 95 she would’ve been 96 this upcoming st Patrick’s day i know her and my daddy having some fun. I will miss you dearly grandma i love you and rest in peace. This was her 95th birthday party last year. I am so sorry for your loss. Praying for Peace and Comfort for your family. Oh what a wonderful birthday celebration she will have in Heaven. Much love to you. I try to be good but i take after my grandma St. Patrick’s day shirt. Thank you!
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It’s untimely to post these St. Patrick’s Day pictures and videos around Christmas time and New Year’s. But in memory of Grandma Ruth Hausheer, I feel like we could all be a little bit Irish just for the next few days. I never celebrated St. Patrick’s Day before meeting the Hausheer family. I’m thankful to have celebrated some St. Patty’s Days with Grandma Ruth, albeit not enough. Rest in peace, Grandma Ruth. You are already very much missed.
Happy St Patrick’s Day! The picture includes my mom on the left, grandma in the middle and my Aunt Margaret on the right. Grandma Florence Williams was born in Derry Northern Ireland in 1888, mom in Regina Sask. in 1915 and Margaret in Winnipeg in 1909. I try to be good but i take after my grandma St. Patrick’s day shirt. They had impressive long lives living to 97, 88 and 101 respectively. Miss them all but hope they are watching over the family on this St Patrick’s Day!!
my grandma on St. Patrick’s day
Today I celebrate my Grandma Gerties 96th Birthday. She has been in heaven for almost two years and I miss her. Gertie was like my mom, I was born when she needed me and I needed her since my mom was not ready for a child. Gertie was my everything growing up. She is the reason I love St. Patrick’s Day/St. Gertrude’s Day, my love of a good thread count sheet, sauerkraut, the taste of cold beer, pretty towels, piggy’s, Englebert Humperdinck, Linda Ronstadt, why I can sing Blue Spanish Eyes, my love of old movies especially Shirley Temple, deviled eggs and sour creamed cucumbers… I could go on and on and on. But mostly I loved her because she loved me more than anyone else and she believed in me when no one else did. She was my hero ALWAYS! Happy Birthday Grandma, my little Gertie Girl, I love you!