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	<title>My Mother&#039;s Life &#187; My Mother</title>
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		<title>Hadasah</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 17:01:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mom may have given up a lot, when we all moved from High Prairie to Edmonton, such as working with Dad, and being active in the town, but I think in some ways, she managed to find an outlet.
One of my earliest memories, is the Haddash Baazar. Mom was very active in it, and come ...]]></description>
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		<title>In the Good Old Days</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 23:23:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[How often have we heard older people refer to  &#8220;Back in the Good Old Days&#8221; ?  Endless amount of times, I&#8217;d bet, and yet, maybe in some sense, they truly were good.
David and I went shopping for Mom yesterday, to Zellers. She needed a new housecoat and a couple of night gowns, so we figured, ...]]></description>
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		<title>Being Involved</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the most potent memories I have, of growing up with Mom &#38; Dad, is how nothing seemed hidden from me. It didn&#8217;t matter how old I was either, they always included me in their discussions, their choices too.
Sitting back, right now, while Mom takes a rest on her bed, I can&#8217;t seem to ...]]></description>
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		<title>After School</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:23:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some of my most vivid memories, are coming home from School. It didn&#8217;t matter if it was elementary school, or junior high. Everytime I came home, Mom was there waiting. Rarely was the house empty, and I wonder, how that all got lost in today&#8217;s frentic paced world?
I know, economics makes it sometimes impossible, but ...]]></description>
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		<title>Sense of Adventure</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:29:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Only Son</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my fondest memories of my childhood, was that usually on Friday nights, my aunt and uncle would pop over, and we&#8217;d all go out.  Nothing fancy, but we&#8217;d try out the new restaurants that had opened, or simplyh one we hadn&#8217;t been to yet.
Not all were good, in fact most were either just ...]]></description>
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