It was 1976 in Fresno, California. As I held her little hand while walking into the mall at Fashion Fair she said, "Mommy, I am big now and can I pick out my dress today." She was five years of age but had the mind of an older child and maybe it was because her older sister and brother were a big influence in her young life at the time. She let go of my hand at JC Penny store and ran over to all the pretty dresses, tops and shorts hanging on the racks. Picking out a pink dress and almost pushing it onto my face she said, "This one mommy, I want this one." It was exactly her size. A size 6. I took a quick look at the price and noticed it was marked down from $15.00 to $10.99. Jeannette pressed the cute pink dress close to her little heart and said, "Please, Mommy." Of coarse I bought it and she wore it to church the following Sunday. This is in Memory of Jeannette Eileen Rocha Hanrahan. She was my youngest. She is gone but not forgotten. I shall miss and mourn for her the rest of my life. May she rest in Peace.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
SHE WAS FIVE
It was 1976 in Fresno, California. As I held her little hand while walking into the mall at Fashion Fair she said, "Mommy, I am big now and can I pick out my dress today." She was five years of age but had the mind of an older child and maybe it was because her older sister and brother were a big influence in her young life at the time. She let go of my hand at JC Penny store and ran over to all the pretty dresses, tops and shorts hanging on the racks. Picking out a pink dress and almost pushing it onto my face she said, "This one mommy, I want this one." It was exactly her size. A size 6. I took a quick look at the price and noticed it was marked down from $15.00 to $10.99. Jeannette pressed the cute pink dress close to her little heart and said, "Please, Mommy." Of coarse I bought it and she wore it to church the following Sunday.
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