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	<title>Comments on: Happy Thanksgiving</title>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://www.johngallagherblog.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving/comment-page-1/#comment-22</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I too have fond memories of Thanksgiving.  I have a picture of you when you were around 4 years old gnawing on a turkey drumstick. That was in the good ole days.  One of my    &lt;br/&gt;saddest memories was my mother was buried on Thanksgiving Day.  I was so shocked at the turnout for the funeral.  When we gathered at my father&#039;s home after the funeral, a neighbor had cooked and entire turkey and meal and brought it to us.  Bittersweet.  The memories, not the food.  I am thankful to have to wonderful sons and daughters-in-law.  My grandsons are  &lt;br/&gt;a true sense of pride.  The economy &lt;br/&gt;and world may be in turmoil, but on my level--life is good.&lt;br/&gt;Love, Mom</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I too have fond memories of Thanksgiving.  I have a picture of you when you were around 4 years old gnawing on a turkey drumstick. That was in the good ole days.  One of my    <br />saddest memories was my mother was buried on Thanksgiving Day.  I was so shocked at the turnout for the funeral.  When we gathered at my father&#8217;s home after the funeral, a neighbor had cooked and entire turkey and meal and brought it to us.  Bittersweet.  The memories, not the food.  I am thankful to have to wonderful sons and daughters-in-law.  My grandsons are  <br />a true sense of pride.  The economy <br />and world may be in turmoil, but on my level&#8211;life is good.<br />Love, Mom</p>
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