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	<title>Comments on: I Remember &#8230; A Boomer Tribute</title>
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	<description>Stories, Reflections &#38; Journeys</description>
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		<title>By: Sue</title>
		<link>http://suejames.com/i-remember-a-boomer-tribute/#comment-134</link>
		<dc:creator>Sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 13:26:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m delighted my own memories evoked some for you too - and reminded me of my own &#039;ink disaster&#039;. Not over my clothes, but over the classroom floor - diluted with my tears when I was kept in to clean it up. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m delighted my own memories evoked some for you too &#8211; and reminded me of my own &#8216;ink disaster&#8217;. Not over my clothes, but over the classroom floor &#8211; diluted with my tears when I was kept in to clean it up. :)</p>
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		<title>By: Lynn Walsh</title>
		<link>http://suejames.com/i-remember-a-boomer-tribute/#comment-133</link>
		<dc:creator>Lynn Walsh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 12:26:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your ink monitor reference reminded me of a &#039;devastating&#039; day at school when my books under the desk dislodged the ink well leaving my clothes stained with ink for the balance of the day.  Cubby houses and an afternoon of school to go home to see the moon landing.  Thanks for the memories!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your ink monitor reference reminded me of a &#8216;devastating&#8217; day at school when my books under the desk dislodged the ink well leaving my clothes stained with ink for the balance of the day.  Cubby houses and an afternoon of school to go home to see the moon landing.  Thanks for the memories!</p>
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		<title>By: Sue</title>
		<link>http://suejames.com/i-remember-a-boomer-tribute/#comment-131</link>
		<dc:creator>Sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 22:08:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lovely! :) Thank you for your comment.

The car was my dad&#039;s - he was a vet and did the rounds of the farms in Cornwall, UK, where we lived. He took the snap when I was spending the day with him going around the farms. I remember when I was a wee bit older and doing the same thing I had the Very Important job of holding a cow&#039;s tail out of the way when he was up to his shoulder at its rear end. I felt SO valued and helpful. :)

Fast forwarding, I also reach for the Merlot - and though no hips, knees or other things replaced yet, I am aware of creaking in the joints when getting out of bed in the mornings. Now that&#039;s not something I experienced as a wee one. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely! :) Thank you for your comment.</p>
<p>The car was my dad&#8217;s &#8211; he was a vet and did the rounds of the farms in Cornwall, UK, where we lived. He took the snap when I was spending the day with him going around the farms. I remember when I was a wee bit older and doing the same thing I had the Very Important job of holding a cow&#8217;s tail out of the way when he was up to his shoulder at its rear end. I felt SO valued and helpful. :)</p>
<p>Fast forwarding, I also reach for the Merlot &#8211; and though no hips, knees or other things replaced yet, I am aware of creaking in the joints when getting out of bed in the mornings. Now that&#8217;s not something I experienced as a wee one. :)</p>
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		<title>By: Robyn Stratton-Berkessel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Robyn Stratton-Berkessel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 16:21:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What are you doing telling my story?    In fact, that is me in the picture... my hair, my dress - oh, wait a minute.   My daddy didn&#039;t have a car....

Fast forward - wow she now has the same hairstyle I do;  I&#039;m now wearing T-Shirts with the peace sign again;  I reach for the Merlot too often and Juergen rides his motorbike.

The more thing change......</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What are you doing telling my story?    In fact, that is me in the picture&#8230; my hair, my dress &#8211; oh, wait a minute.   My daddy didn&#8217;t have a car&#8230;.</p>
<p>Fast forward &#8211; wow she now has the same hairstyle I do;  I&#8217;m now wearing T-Shirts with the peace sign again;  I reach for the Merlot too often and Juergen rides his motorbike.</p>
<p>The more thing change&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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