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	<title>Comments on: Holidays on 9th West</title>
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		<title>By: Becca</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becca</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 21:39:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I gave a talk in church this Sunday and read Grandpa&#039;s Thankgiving poem. I got a little choked up reading it, I can always hear his clear steady voice in my head when I read it. I&#039;m pretty sure most of the congregation enjoyed it, I saw a few wet eyes. The talk was about geneology; I found a talk by Elder Nuenshwander that was about eternal keepsakes. I brought the wooden shoes from Holland, when I held them up I explained that my Grandmother&#039;s ornately carved shoes were like her, stylish, chic and small; Grandpa&#039;s shoes were like him, traditional, with the windmill decorating the toes. 
I&#039;m so lucky to have had such a good example in my grandparents. Whenever I think of them, I remember the legacy of love they left for us, the love of their family and their unending love for each other.  I will always remember their love for our church and the gospel. Every Thanksgiving I like to read Grandpa&#039;s poem and remember the sound of his voice.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I gave a talk in church this Sunday and read Grandpa&#8217;s Thankgiving poem. I got a little choked up reading it, I can always hear his clear steady voice in my head when I read it. I&#8217;m pretty sure most of the congregation enjoyed it, I saw a few wet eyes. The talk was about geneology; I found a talk by Elder Nuenshwander that was about eternal keepsakes. I brought the wooden shoes from Holland, when I held them up I explained that my Grandmother&#8217;s ornately carved shoes were like her, stylish, chic and small; Grandpa&#8217;s shoes were like him, traditional, with the windmill decorating the toes.<br />
I&#8217;m so lucky to have had such a good example in my grandparents. Whenever I think of them, I remember the legacy of love they left for us, the love of their family and their unending love for each other.  I will always remember their love for our church and the gospel. Every Thanksgiving I like to read Grandpa&#8217;s poem and remember the sound of his voice.</p>
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		<title>By: Sandy Lewis</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sandy Lewis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 21:19:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your memories of Thanksgiving are fun to think about. My least favorite part of those dinners was the jello salad we always had. I think aunt Mary or Aunt Wanda made the jellos and ick! They were filled with crunchy vegetables and looked really pretty with a dollop of something on the tope that I was always sure was whipped cream. Huh! It was mayo and I didn&#039;t think they tasted good at all. But as you said, Mom encouraged us to try everything and the jello wasn&#039;t optional because each of us found a serving beside our place card whether we liked it or not! My favorite part of thanksgiving was that the moms did the dishes and sent all of us kids to the movies and then in the evening we would gather together again and feast on the left overs. Thanksgiving was by far my favorite holiday of the year. After we moved into our new home all of the dinners were held at our house, at least for the few years I still lived at home because we had a large living room and dining room combination which made it easier to fit everyone  in. The last time I had Thanksgiving in Cedar City was at our house and it was the year I got married, 1964. Wow that was a long time ago.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your memories of Thanksgiving are fun to think about. My least favorite part of those dinners was the jello salad we always had. I think aunt Mary or Aunt Wanda made the jellos and ick! They were filled with crunchy vegetables and looked really pretty with a dollop of something on the tope that I was always sure was whipped cream. Huh! It was mayo and I didn&#8217;t think they tasted good at all. But as you said, Mom encouraged us to try everything and the jello wasn&#8217;t optional because each of us found a serving beside our place card whether we liked it or not! My favorite part of thanksgiving was that the moms did the dishes and sent all of us kids to the movies and then in the evening we would gather together again and feast on the left overs. Thanksgiving was by far my favorite holiday of the year. After we moved into our new home all of the dinners were held at our house, at least for the few years I still lived at home because we had a large living room and dining room combination which made it easier to fit everyone  in. The last time I had Thanksgiving in Cedar City was at our house and it was the year I got married, 1964. Wow that was a long time ago.</p>
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