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	<title>Comments on: The Past</title>
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	<description>Life, uncorked.</description>
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		<title>By: Shari</title>
		<link>http://www.wineonthekeyboard.com/2009/08/15/the-past/comment-page-1/#comment-13947</link>
		<dc:creator>Shari</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:10:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have quilts my grandmother made.  Just looking at them makes me feel warm and cozy and loved.</description>
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		<title>By: annbb</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 14:05:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh yes! This is a most wonderful post, my friend! :clap:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh yes! This is a most wonderful post, my friend! <img src='http://www.wineonthekeyboard.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/clap.gif' alt=':clap:' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: annbb</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 14:04:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My grandmother&#039;s necklace. Tho it&#039;s a piece of costume jewelery, to me it was a 10 karat emerald. As I grew older, I knew it wasn&#039;t ~real~, but it was more than ~real~ to me because it was my grandmother&#039;s. Imagine how thrilled I was when she gave it to me when I married. I treasure it to this day and all I have to do is look at it and she&#039;s right here with me.
Thank you, Kacey, for dredging up such sweet memories!

Hmmm....I feel an entire grandparents post coming on...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My grandmother&#8217;s necklace. Tho it&#8217;s a piece of costume jewelery, to me it was a 10 karat emerald. As I grew older, I knew it wasn&#8217;t ~real~, but it was more than ~real~ to me because it was my grandmother&#8217;s. Imagine how thrilled I was when she gave it to me when I married. I treasure it to this day and all I have to do is look at it and she&#8217;s right here with me.<br />
Thank you, Kacey, for dredging up such sweet memories!</p>
<p>Hmmm&#8230;.I feel an entire grandparents post coming on&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Journey</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 14:02:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wonderful post!!  Chiming wall clocks always remind me of visits to my grandparent&#039;s home.  Grandpa did not have good health and tinkered with fixing watches and clocks.  There were always a multitude of clocks hanging that needed repair.  Those wonderful chimes going off on the half-hour and hour were so musical.  I can remember running into the living and waiting for the music to begin.  One of my fondest memories.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful post!!  Chiming wall clocks always remind me of visits to my grandparent&#8217;s home.  Grandpa did not have good health and tinkered with fixing watches and clocks.  There were always a multitude of clocks hanging that needed repair.  Those wonderful chimes going off on the half-hour and hour were so musical.  I can remember running into the living and waiting for the music to begin.  One of my fondest memories.</p>
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		<title>By: LauraP</title>
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		<dc:creator>LauraP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 12:17:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah, great post!  Just the mention of croquet takes me back to my childhood and those summer evening games on either my great-aunt &amp; uncle&#039;s lawn or next door on Great-grandma Flora&#039;s.  A ball of string takes me back to my grandmother&#039;s kitchen.   But touchpoints I keep at hand?  That would have to be the well-worn buffalo nickels my daughters found for me when they were teenagers working the till at restaurants.  (Yes, people really do spend those things - mindboggling, eh?)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, great post!  Just the mention of croquet takes me back to my childhood and those summer evening games on either my great-aunt &amp; uncle&#8217;s lawn or next door on Great-grandma Flora&#8217;s.  A ball of string takes me back to my grandmother&#8217;s kitchen.   But touchpoints I keep at hand?  That would have to be the well-worn buffalo nickels my daughters found for me when they were teenagers working the till at restaurants.  (Yes, people really do spend those things &#8211; mindboggling, eh?)</p>
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