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	<title>Comments on: Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
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		<title>By: Lil Mager Reidenberg</title>
		<link>http://drsavta.com/wordpress/2005/05/08/mothers-day/#comment-33</link>
		<dc:creator>Lil Mager Reidenberg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2005 02:54:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yours, and 
Vickie's comments about Mother's day brought tears to my eyes.  Bless you both and think about the pleasant times that you had upon being the Mother you often thought about.  Aunt Lily</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yours, and<br />
Vickie&#8217;s comments about Mother&#8217;s day brought tears to my eyes.  Bless you both and think about the pleasant times that you had upon being the Mother you often thought about.  Aunt Lily</p>
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		<title>By: vicki</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember that bowl and the birds. I always thought they were doves. She must have loved it because it was on display and we know how things she didn't like could disappear. One year I bought her a mother's day gift that she returned. Anyway, she saved the birthday cards and Mother's Day cards. I found a drawer full of them when I cleaned out her bureau. She also saved lottery
tickets. I'm not sure what that meant.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember that bowl and the birds. I always thought they were doves. She must have loved it because it was on display and we know how things she didn&#8217;t like could disappear. One year I bought her a mother&#8217;s day gift that she returned. Anyway, she saved the birthday cards and Mother&#8217;s Day cards. I found a drawer full of them when I cleaned out her bureau. She also saved lottery<br />
tickets. I&#8217;m not sure what that meant.</p>
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		<title>By: Leah</title>
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		<dc:creator>Leah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 12:09:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You didn't tell about the time when we were in Oklahoma. Ben and Rachel lived in Israel, Sam and Akiva lived in Dallas, and we planned it carefully, carefully, so that you would have a single card with all five signatures. I remember you in front of the fireplace, crying from emotion.
It was the first time I saw someone cry when they weren't sad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You didn&#8217;t tell about the time when we were in Oklahoma. Ben and Rachel lived in Israel, Sam and Akiva lived in Dallas, and we planned it carefully, carefully, so that you would have a single card with all five signatures. I remember you in front of the fireplace, crying from emotion.<br />
It was the first time I saw someone cry when they weren&#8217;t sad.</p>
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