tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549640562097540413.post5310978039764535263..comments2024-03-26T04:24:19.478-07:00Comments on Sweet Romance Reads: Favorite Memories by Merrillee WhrenDonna Fasanohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09386295931460318306noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549640562097540413.post-30499549224723317842019-10-14T13:36:31.696-07:002019-10-14T13:36:31.696-07:00Sadly my wedding veil and dress became very yellow...Sadly my wedding veil and dress became very yellowed, even though I had put it in a bag that was supposed to preserve it. So when we moved out to Arizona 7 years ago, I got rid of it. There was no sense in a yellowed dress and veil hanging in my closet. The pictures are good enough.Merrilleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08617320163408645299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549640562097540413.post-25680333695703484432019-10-14T13:34:02.803-07:002019-10-14T13:34:02.803-07:00Margaret, you should share how that came about. :)...Margaret, you should share how that came about. :)Merrilleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08617320163408645299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549640562097540413.post-24360583687351969802019-10-14T11:08:31.574-07:002019-10-14T11:08:31.574-07:00Memories of family are always precious, Merrillee....Memories of family are always precious, Merrillee. And, your wedding veil looks a lot like mine! Small world in so many ways.Josiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05930730661273079224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549640562097540413.post-18406855450702213592019-10-14T08:27:35.475-07:002019-10-14T08:27:35.475-07:00How I meet my husband is a fond memory for me.How I meet my husband is a fond memory for me.Margaret Daleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07127465489606276067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549640562097540413.post-90819516518907626202019-10-14T06:52:08.548-07:002019-10-14T06:52:08.548-07:00Kimberly, what a great memory. I'm sure that l...Kimberly, what a great memory. I'm sure that lady was experiencing your joy. And it's interesting the things we remember.Merrilleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08617320163408645299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549640562097540413.post-67650422083022911982019-10-14T05:56:51.524-07:002019-10-14T05:56:51.524-07:00I have a favorite Christmas memory from my childho...I have a favorite Christmas memory from my childhood. We were traveling to CA. It was Christmas morning and we were stopped at a rest stop. My mom gave my sister and me our stockings to open. I remember one woman in particular standing at the front of our pickup, watching us the entire time and experiencing our joy with us. I was probably about ten and have never forgotten that lady or that morning.Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05960713297391204202noreply@blogger.com