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	<title>Comments on: Remembering Gifts &#8230;</title>
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	<description>by Joanna Rueter, MSW</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 12:06:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Shawn Murphey, Inner Peace Activist</title>
		<link>http://breathing-space.com/blog/remembering-gifts/#comment-6589</link>
		<dc:creator>Shawn Murphey, Inner Peace Activist</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 04:51:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As I read this entry, the first gift to come to mind was a small manicure set given to me by my mother.  I was about eleven and this gift made me feel like a real young lady.  I'm sure the set wasn't very expensive, but at the time it meant so much to me.  Over the years, I've lost some of the tools, but I still use some of them and each time I see the little white plastic holder with the red rose on it, I think of my mother.  Today, thinking about this gift and remembering Mom ten years after her passing, I'm moved to tears- and treasuring the little white manicure set all the more.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As I read this entry, the first gift to come to mind was a small manicure set given to me by my mother.  I was about eleven and this gift made me feel like a real young lady.  I&#8217;m sure the set wasn&#8217;t very expensive, but at the time it meant so much to me.  Over the years, I&#8217;ve lost some of the tools, but I still use some of them and each time I see the little white plastic holder with the red rose on it, I think of my mother.  Today, thinking about this gift and remembering Mom ten years after her passing, I&#8217;m moved to tears- and treasuring the little white manicure set all the more.</p>
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		<title>By: Hal</title>
		<link>http://breathing-space.com/blog/remembering-gifts/#comment-6399</link>
		<dc:creator>Hal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 16:37:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What I remember is a very little thing. This was given to me in June 1935...a small key chain when I graduated from ShadySide Academy with my initials on a sterling silver disk. That was 72 years ago -it has my house key,post office key and a little screw driver. I use it everyday. I didn't take it with me the 3yrs 9 mos when I was in the Army during WWII. I didn't need it then but otherwise I've used it all my life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What I remember is a very little thing. This was given to me in June 1935&#8230;a small key chain when I graduated from ShadySide Academy with my initials on a sterling silver disk. That was 72 years ago -it has my house key,post office key and a little screw driver. I use it everyday. I didn&#8217;t take it with me the 3yrs 9 mos when I was in the Army during WWII. I didn&#8217;t need it then but otherwise I&#8217;ve used it all my life.</p>
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