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	<title>Comments on: Little Scenes from Childhood</title>
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		<title>By: Pam (fortheloveofGodde)</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-22412</link>
		<dc:creator>Pam (fortheloveofGodde)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 15:01:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-22412</guid>
		<description>Now that it's so close to Christmas, my memories right now are of that time. 

Counting presents! Didn't matter what was in them, but we always counted to make sure all three of us got exactly the same number ... lol.

Always got one big present for the family. One year was a huge toboggan which we put to immediate use on the snow hill across the street from our house. All of us fit.

Another year was a huge family-sized canoe that we used for years. Which now reminds me of our summers. 

We never took "hotel" vacations. We went camping. I remember going to the UP in Michigan to the beautiful wilderness and begging to go the dump to watch the bears! 

Camping in rain cloud in Smoky Mountain National Park (you could see it as you went down the mountain). In the same park, saw the most beautiful albino skunk--just as it was waddling right under our trailer. We stayed very still and very quiet until it decided to leave!

Most embarassing camping story: My dad, who thought he was a master builder (that's another whole set of stories) used a boat trailer as a base and built a camper out of wood. Omigosh, the looks we got. First camping trip, it rained, of course, and leaked from every nail hole because he forgot to caulk the thing.

Well, this blog and entries and memory jog sure brought a smile to my face. THANK YOU one and all ... Pam</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now that it&#8217;s so close to Christmas, my memories right now are of that time. </p>
<p>Counting presents! Didn&#8217;t matter what was in them, but we always counted to make sure all three of us got exactly the same number &#8230; lol.</p>
<p>Always got one big present for the family. One year was a huge toboggan which we put to immediate use on the snow hill across the street from our house. All of us fit.</p>
<p>Another year was a huge family-sized canoe that we used for years. Which now reminds me of our summers. </p>
<p>We never took &#8220;hotel&#8221; vacations. We went camping. I remember going to the UP in Michigan to the beautiful wilderness and begging to go the dump to watch the bears! </p>
<p>Camping in rain cloud in Smoky Mountain National Park (you could see it as you went down the mountain). In the same park, saw the most beautiful albino skunk&#8211;just as it was waddling right under our trailer. We stayed very still and very quiet until it decided to leave!</p>
<p>Most embarassing camping story: My dad, who thought he was a master builder (that&#8217;s another whole set of stories) used a boat trailer as a base and built a camper out of wood. Omigosh, the looks we got. First camping trip, it rained, of course, and leaked from every nail hole because he forgot to caulk the thing.</p>
<p>Well, this blog and entries and memory jog sure brought a smile to my face. THANK YOU one and all &#8230; Pam</p>
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		<title>By: Mary</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21998</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 20:34:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21998</guid>
		<description>Oh how wonderful!!!

It all sounds so exciting Gloria. I'd love to do something like that. I feel like I'm ready for another joyous adventure too, in this wondrous gift of Life!

:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh how wonderful!!!</p>
<p>It all sounds so exciting Gloria. I&#8217;d love to do something like that. I feel like I&#8217;m ready for another joyous adventure too, in this wondrous gift of Life!</p>
<p> <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Gloria</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21837</link>
		<dc:creator>Gloria</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 21:38:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21837</guid>
		<description>It's absolutely all right to ask questions! 

The general idea of this once-in-a-lifetime motor home trip is to go around the United States all the way to Argentina. Along the way we will give workshops, see places like Mt. Shasta in California and the white desert of Chile. The purpose of the trip is to spread peace, unite the two Americas, and, of course, have a wonderful time.

Two Heavenreaders who sponsored Godwriting workshops are committed to coming along, Carol Mauer of Montana, and  Michelle Gabler of Nevada. If the trip can still fit their schedule, Toni and Philip of Washington State will form a caravan. There's a possibility of another gentleman as well.

Santhan is the tour director! He will have more details for us later. 

Thanks for asking, Mary.

It is anticipated that the trip will take three months.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s absolutely all right to ask questions! </p>
<p>The general idea of this once-in-a-lifetime motor home trip is to go around the United States all the way to Argentina. Along the way we will give workshops, see places like Mt. Shasta in California and the white desert of Chile. The purpose of the trip is to spread peace, unite the two Americas, and, of course, have a wonderful time.</p>
<p>Two Heavenreaders who sponsored Godwriting workshops are committed to coming along, Carol Mauer of Montana, and  Michelle Gabler of Nevada. If the trip can still fit their schedule, Toni and Philip of Washington State will form a caravan. There&#8217;s a possibility of another gentleman as well.</p>
<p>Santhan is the tour director! He will have more details for us later. </p>
<p>Thanks for asking, Mary.</p>
<p>It is anticipated that the trip will take three months.</p>
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		<title>By: Mary</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21836</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 21:05:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21836</guid>
		<description>Can't help you on that one Gloria ~ I don't have any physical children this time around!

Hey Gloria ~ is it ok for us to ask questions, or to post a new comment in this bit?

I've only just started to remember to check this section out as well as the HL site.

'cos I'd just love to know more about your upcoming new exciting adventure ~ what little I do know sounds just fantastic!!!   :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Can&#8217;t help you on that one Gloria ~ I don&#8217;t have any physical children this time around!</p>
<p>Hey Gloria ~ is it ok for us to ask questions, or to post a new comment in this bit?</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve only just started to remember to check this section out as well as the HL site.</p>
<p>&#8216;cos I&#8217;d just love to know more about your upcoming new exciting adventure ~ what little I do know sounds just fantastic!!!   <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Gloria</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21834</link>
		<dc:creator>Gloria</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 20:52:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21834</guid>
		<description>Oh, Mary, your memories are so touching. Very beautiful. Like poetry too. Your images come to life. 

I have already started a second list of early memories.

I wonder what memories our children have of their early childhoods.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, Mary, your memories are so touching. Very beautiful. Like poetry too. Your images come to life. </p>
<p>I have already started a second list of early memories.</p>
<p>I wonder what memories our children have of their early childhoods.</p>
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		<title>By: Mary</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21833</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 20:40:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21833</guid>
		<description>Playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and Fur Elise every Sunday teatime, to wake my daddy up after his Sunday afternoon siesta. It was my way of telling him that it was time to wake up, and then he'd pop his head round the door and grin and make funny faces at me! 
Every time I hear either of those two pieces now, it reminds me of then!  :)

Watching my daddy paint the ceiling with a knotted white handkerchief on his head!  :)

Putting the Christmas tree up on Christmas Eve, and putting real white candles on the end of every branch and a white and gold star at the top!  :)

Watching mammy make apple pie.  :)

Sitting in front of the fire watching the dancing flames and making pictures out of them.  :)

Standing in the back yard and looking up at the sky, and making pictures up there too!  :)

...and I still do the last two even now!  :)

Mary :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Playing Beethoven&#8217;s Moonlight Sonata and Fur Elise every Sunday teatime, to wake my daddy up after his Sunday afternoon siesta. It was my way of telling him that it was time to wake up, and then he&#8217;d pop his head round the door and grin and make funny faces at me!<br />
Every time I hear either of those two pieces now, it reminds me of then!  <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Watching my daddy paint the ceiling with a knotted white handkerchief on his head!  <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Putting the Christmas tree up on Christmas Eve, and putting real white candles on the end of every branch and a white and gold star at the top!  <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Watching mammy make apple pie.  <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Sitting in front of the fire watching the dancing flames and making pictures out of them.  <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Standing in the back yard and looking up at the sky, and making pictures up there too!  <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>&#8230;and I still do the last two even now!  <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Mary <img src='http://www.godwriting.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Gloria</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21767</link>
		<dc:creator>Gloria</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 03:16:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21767</guid>
		<description>Jo, you have the BEST memories. 

Looking up to see the Milky Way! Like poetry. 

How individual each of our memories are, and yet how easy to relate to. And how revealing. 

I think I'll do an additional list sometime. You inspire me, Jo.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jo, you have the BEST memories. </p>
<p>Looking up to see the Milky Way! Like poetry. </p>
<p>How individual each of our memories are, and yet how easy to relate to. And how revealing. </p>
<p>I think I&#8217;ll do an additional list sometime. You inspire me, Jo.</p>
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		<title>By: Jo</title>
		<link>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21675</link>
		<dc:creator>Jo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 20:46:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/little-scenes-from-childhood-memoirs.htm#comment-21675</guid>
		<description>Playing outside with the neighborhood kids in the dark on a warm summer night.  The metal lunchbox my father carried that always had an orange and celery sticks included.  Watching chicken pox break out on the neck of my classmate in 1st grade.  Giggling in church with my brother when all was quiet because it was just so hard not to.  My uncle sitting me on his lap and telling me that my freckles were beauty marks or angel kisses.  Sitting around the campfire and looking up to see the Milky Way...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Playing outside with the neighborhood kids in the dark on a warm summer night.  The metal lunchbox my father carried that always had an orange and celery sticks included.  Watching chicken pox break out on the neck of my classmate in 1st grade.  Giggling in church with my brother when all was quiet because it was just so hard not to.  My uncle sitting me on his lap and telling me that my freckles were beauty marks or angel kisses.  Sitting around the campfire and looking up to see the Milky Way&#8230;</p>
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