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		<title><![CDATA[Family Story Time - Dothage Clan]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Mud  Pies]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2021 20:22:57 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Tom and I were both born in Columbia, MO and lived there quite a while. At one point we lived across the street from our cousins, Donnie Ray and Sharon Hope. We played together a lot. Tom was still pretty little (my BABY brother) so he wasn't with us so much. I wasn't allowed to cross the street without an adult because I might get hit by a car. (there were probably 2 or 3 all day). I did it a few times anyway and I would see mom come out the door, break off a switch from the tree, and head my way.  Not a pleasant experience, and you'd think I would figure that out. But playing with my cousins was more fun, so I took my chances. If it rained they would come over to my side of the street and we'd go to the empty lot next door. There was a great spot for making mud pies. We would make a bunch. I don't know if it was the name "pies" attached to it or not. But Donnie would always eat one.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Tom and I were both born in Columbia, MO and lived there quite a while. At one point we lived across the street from our cousins, Donnie Ray and Sharon Hope. We played together a lot. Tom was still pretty little (my BABY brother) so he wasn't with us so much. I wasn't allowed to cross the street without an adult because I might get hit by a car. (there were probably 2 or 3 all day). I did it a few times anyway and I would see mom come out the door, break off a switch from the tree, and head my way.  Not a pleasant experience, and you'd think I would figure that out. But playing with my cousins was more fun, so I took my chances. If it rained they would come over to my side of the street and we'd go to the empty lot next door. There was a great spot for making mud pies. We would make a bunch. I don't know if it was the name "pies" attached to it or not. But Donnie would always eat one.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Uncle Harold]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2021 00:06:03 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/member.php?action=profile&uid=7">unc</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Back in my college days I got a parking ticket.  Uncle Harold was a city detective in the town,Columbia, where I was going to school.  Not having much money, I thought maybe Uncle Harold could fix it for me.  I went to his office at the police station and explained my situation. Uncle Harold said that since I had come to the police station for the first time that I should take a tour.  He showed me the first floor offices then took me down stairs to where the jail cells were.  While I was looking at the inside of a jail cell I heard the cell door slam.  I turned around and Uncle Harold was gone.  After some time passed, Uncle Harold returned, opened the cell door, looked at me and said.  "Pay the fine".]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Back in my college days I got a parking ticket.  Uncle Harold was a city detective in the town,Columbia, where I was going to school.  Not having much money, I thought maybe Uncle Harold could fix it for me.  I went to his office at the police station and explained my situation. Uncle Harold said that since I had come to the police station for the first time that I should take a tour.  He showed me the first floor offices then took me down stairs to where the jail cells were.  While I was looking at the inside of a jail cell I heard the cell door slam.  I turned around and Uncle Harold was gone.  After some time passed, Uncle Harold returned, opened the cell door, looked at me and said.  "Pay the fine".]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Fox2]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2021 03:24:11 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[The year was about 1969 when the Fox and I were rebuilding a house in Farmington Mo.  After a days work we were sitting around watching the evening news.  After the news was over I mentioned that I wanted to play the harmonica and that I had bought one.  I got the harmonica out of a drawer and said that I had no idea how to play it.  The Fox said "Let me see that thing." I handed him the harmonica.  The Fox started playing that harmonica about as good as Stevie Wonder.  I was 28 and didn't know the Fox could play the harmonica.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The year was about 1969 when the Fox and I were rebuilding a house in Farmington Mo.  After a days work we were sitting around watching the evening news.  After the news was over I mentioned that I wanted to play the harmonica and that I had bought one.  I got the harmonica out of a drawer and said that I had no idea how to play it.  The Fox said "Let me see that thing." I handed him the harmonica.  The Fox started playing that harmonica about as good as Stevie Wonder.  I was 28 and didn't know the Fox could play the harmonica.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Fox]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2021 03:04:41 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Way back when the Fox went to a union meeting. There was a vote called for by the union boss on a motion that the Fox didn't vote for.  The union boss poked fun at the Fox.  The Fox got up and left the meeting after telling his riders he would wait for them in the car.  After the meeting the guys came out to the car.  Among them was the boss who still poked fun at the Fox through his open car window.  The boss reached through the open window and smacked the Fox so the story goes.  That was a mistake.  The Fox got upset and tried to get out of the car which the boss was holding shut.  The Fox shoved the door open with his foot damaging the door and the boss.  The Fox did a bit more damage to the boss.  No one offered to take the boss to a first aide station so the Fox did. The Fox was a caring person but one shouldn't upset him.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Way back when the Fox went to a union meeting. There was a vote called for by the union boss on a motion that the Fox didn't vote for.  The union boss poked fun at the Fox.  The Fox got up and left the meeting after telling his riders he would wait for them in the car.  After the meeting the guys came out to the car.  Among them was the boss who still poked fun at the Fox through his open car window.  The boss reached through the open window and smacked the Fox so the story goes.  That was a mistake.  The Fox got upset and tried to get out of the car which the boss was holding shut.  The Fox shoved the door open with his foot damaging the door and the boss.  The Fox did a bit more damage to the boss.  No one offered to take the boss to a first aide station so the Fox did. The Fox was a caring person but one shouldn't upset him.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Race Track (Recovered)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 21:14:06 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[I remember the Fox had twenty acres across the highway from the house. The upper part was flat, a cliff that dropped about 15 to 20 feet, and then a swampy part with a creek running through it. It was heaven to a guy about 11 years old with his own 22 rifle and revolver. I would often walk to the property from the house UNDER the highway through a huge drainage pipe. Pretty cool! On the top, the Fox had cut in a figure eight with the lawnmower and whenever we would go there he would let me drive (either) the riding lawnmower or the vehicle we were in. Great fun for a young kid. It couldn't have been more than 1/8 mile but I'll bet I put on miles there.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I remember the Fox had twenty acres across the highway from the house. The upper part was flat, a cliff that dropped about 15 to 20 feet, and then a swampy part with a creek running through it. It was heaven to a guy about 11 years old with his own 22 rifle and revolver. I would often walk to the property from the house UNDER the highway through a huge drainage pipe. Pretty cool! On the top, the Fox had cut in a figure eight with the lawnmower and whenever we would go there he would let me drive (either) the riding lawnmower or the vehicle we were in. Great fun for a young kid. It couldn't have been more than 1/8 mile but I'll bet I put on miles there.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Uncle Harold (Recovered written by The Unc)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 21:11:22 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[I was in my 3rd year at the University of Missouri and was running late for my morning class.  I couldn't find a parking space so I went ahead and parked in a faculty private parking space. I made it to class barely on time.  After class I went to my car and on the windshield I had a ticket.  Harold was my uncle and also the head city detective in Columbia.  Not having much money I decided to go to the police station and talk to Uncle Harold.  Maybe he could fix it.  At the police station I found Uncle Harold, told him my story and asked him what I should do.  He said to follow him.  I followed him throughout the station.  It was quite a tour.  He even showed me the inside of a jail cell down stairs in the basement. While I was checking the interior of the cell Uncle Harold locked me in and left. After about 20 or 30 minutes Uncle Harold came back and unlocked the jail cell door.  He looked at me and said, "Pay the fine".]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I was in my 3rd year at the University of Missouri and was running late for my morning class.  I couldn't find a parking space so I went ahead and parked in a faculty private parking space. I made it to class barely on time.  After class I went to my car and on the windshield I had a ticket.  Harold was my uncle and also the head city detective in Columbia.  Not having much money I decided to go to the police station and talk to Uncle Harold.  Maybe he could fix it.  At the police station I found Uncle Harold, told him my story and asked him what I should do.  He said to follow him.  I followed him throughout the station.  It was quite a tour.  He even showed me the inside of a jail cell down stairs in the basement. While I was checking the interior of the cell Uncle Harold locked me in and left. After about 20 or 30 minutes Uncle Harold came back and unlocked the jail cell door.  He looked at me and said, "Pay the fine".]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Crash (Recovered written by Sandl)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 21:06:33 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[When we first moved to St. Louis we lived in the Clinton Peabody Projects in the city. It was relatively new and the apartments were quite nice. We lived on the second floor and it was a long staircase down to the front door. I was about 9 or 10 and Tom was four years younger. He was learning to ride his new tricycle and rode around our apartment.  One day - and I don't know if it was planned or an accident, -  but he rode that trike down those stairs. I can't remember what happened with that, but he's still here.<br />
Tom, if you have any corrections or additions to make to this, please feel free to post them. Also, what was your outcome from that trip down the stairs?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[When we first moved to St. Louis we lived in the Clinton Peabody Projects in the city. It was relatively new and the apartments were quite nice. We lived on the second floor and it was a long staircase down to the front door. I was about 9 or 10 and Tom was four years younger. He was learning to ride his new tricycle and rode around our apartment.  One day - and I don't know if it was planned or an accident, -  but he rode that trike down those stairs. I can't remember what happened with that, but he's still here.<br />
Tom, if you have any corrections or additions to make to this, please feel free to post them. Also, what was your outcome from that trip down the stairs?]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Fox II (Recovered written by the Unc)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 21:04:54 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[So, one evening back in '69 after the tornado had destroyed my house in Farmington, the Fox and I were watching the news .  We had been working all day reconstructing what was left.  After the news I pulled out a harmonica that I had recently purchased.  I said to the Fox that I was going to try to learn how to play the harmonica but had been told that it was kind of complicated.  The Fox said, "Let me see that thing".  I handed the harmonica to the Fox.  He looked at it for a moment then placed it to his mouth and began to play it.  The Fox was almost as good as Stevie Wonder.  Yep, I was 28 and finally got to hear my Dad play the harmonica.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[So, one evening back in '69 after the tornado had destroyed my house in Farmington, the Fox and I were watching the news .  We had been working all day reconstructing what was left.  After the news I pulled out a harmonica that I had recently purchased.  I said to the Fox that I was going to try to learn how to play the harmonica but had been told that it was kind of complicated.  The Fox said, "Let me see that thing".  I handed the harmonica to the Fox.  He looked at it for a moment then placed it to his mouth and began to play it.  The Fox was almost as good as Stevie Wonder.  Yep, I was 28 and finally got to hear my Dad play the harmonica.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Biddy (Recovered written by Sandi)]]></title>
			<link>https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=46</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 21:03:37 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[When Tom and I were kids, one of the favorite things to get at Easter was a baby chick. They were dyed in all different colors. I often wonder how many of them survived. Baby chicks are so fragile, and once kids took them out of the gift box,well, ____ who knows?  Well, one year at Easter we got one of those little chicks.  She was so sweet and solid pink and we treated her with TLC.  We named her Biddy, and she grew to be the biggest chicken you ever saw and she turned solid white.  She would follow you around and if you sat down, she would just jump right up in your lap to sit - and maybe go to sleep.  She didn't know she was a chicken. Maybe she thought she was a puppy.<br />
<br />
The time came when it just didn't work out to have a chicken in an apartment in the city, so we took her to the country to our grandparents farm. We figured she'd be happy to join a bunch of her kind. Big mistake! She didn't know what all those critters were, who responded to cockadoodledoo, laid eggs, and spent the day pecking at the ground. <br />
We had to put her in the fenced-in yard all by herself.  When someone came, she would run out to meet them and if anyone sat down, she was right up there in their lap.<br />
   It was a sad time when Biddy left us for chicken heaven.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[When Tom and I were kids, one of the favorite things to get at Easter was a baby chick. They were dyed in all different colors. I often wonder how many of them survived. Baby chicks are so fragile, and once kids took them out of the gift box,well, ____ who knows?  Well, one year at Easter we got one of those little chicks.  She was so sweet and solid pink and we treated her with TLC.  We named her Biddy, and she grew to be the biggest chicken you ever saw and she turned solid white.  She would follow you around and if you sat down, she would just jump right up in your lap to sit - and maybe go to sleep.  She didn't know she was a chicken. Maybe she thought she was a puppy.<br />
<br />
The time came when it just didn't work out to have a chicken in an apartment in the city, so we took her to the country to our grandparents farm. We figured she'd be happy to join a bunch of her kind. Big mistake! She didn't know what all those critters were, who responded to cockadoodledoo, laid eggs, and spent the day pecking at the ground. <br />
We had to put her in the fenced-in yard all by herself.  When someone came, she would run out to meet them and if anyone sat down, she was right up there in their lap.<br />
   It was a sad time when Biddy left us for chicken heaven.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Fox (Recovered written by The Unc)]]></title>
			<link>https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=44</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 20:59:24 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time, a long time ago, my uncle told me a story about the Fox. Now the Fox was my Dad and Mikes Granddad.  The Fox was a quiet and caring man with a bit of a temper.  As the story goes the Fox and some of his working buddies went to a union meeting.  During the meeting there was a vote called on a proposition.  The Fox was one of the few in opposition of the proposition.  The Union Boss made some disparaging remarks to those in opposition.  Rather than getting into an argument with the boss the Fox quietly got up and left the room. He told his buddies he would wait for them in the car.  When the meeting was over and the crowd was walking by the Fox sitting in his car the Union Boss made some disparaging remarks directed at the Fox as well as reaching through the open car window and slapping the Fox. That was a mistake. The Fox tried to open the car door which the Boss was holding shut so the Fox kicked the door open injuring the Boss a little. The Boss was injured a little bit more by the Fox and the crowd walked away. No one would help the Boss because of what he had said and done to the Fox.  So the Fox being a caring man put the Boss in his car and took him to the first aid station.  The Fox was a quiet and caring man with a bit of a temper.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Once upon a time, a long time ago, my uncle told me a story about the Fox. Now the Fox was my Dad and Mikes Granddad.  The Fox was a quiet and caring man with a bit of a temper.  As the story goes the Fox and some of his working buddies went to a union meeting.  During the meeting there was a vote called on a proposition.  The Fox was one of the few in opposition of the proposition.  The Union Boss made some disparaging remarks to those in opposition.  Rather than getting into an argument with the boss the Fox quietly got up and left the room. He told his buddies he would wait for them in the car.  When the meeting was over and the crowd was walking by the Fox sitting in his car the Union Boss made some disparaging remarks directed at the Fox as well as reaching through the open car window and slapping the Fox. That was a mistake. The Fox tried to open the car door which the Boss was holding shut so the Fox kicked the door open injuring the Boss a little. The Boss was injured a little bit more by the Fox and the crowd walked away. No one would help the Boss because of what he had said and done to the Fox.  So the Fox being a caring man put the Boss in his car and took him to the first aid station.  The Fox was a quiet and caring man with a bit of a temper.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Lincoln (Recovered)]]></title>
			<link>https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=43</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 20:58:10 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/member.php?action=profile&uid=1">schwei</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[It must have been about 1969 or 70 and the Unc came driving up to our house on San Angelo. He had a new car to show off. It was a Lincoln from about 65 or 66 with the rear suicide doors. We oohed and aahed. It was pretty cool with all of the options available at the time. As the Unc left, I remember him, sitting in the car, with a very straight posture, wearing a hat (maybe a fedora) smoking a cigar. He said he liked to smoke stogies in that car because the air system would draw all of the smoke out of a vent at his feet and he liked seeing it curl down and out. I guess a Lincoln can turn anybody into an old man!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[It must have been about 1969 or 70 and the Unc came driving up to our house on San Angelo. He had a new car to show off. It was a Lincoln from about 65 or 66 with the rear suicide doors. We oohed and aahed. It was pretty cool with all of the options available at the time. As the Unc left, I remember him, sitting in the car, with a very straight posture, wearing a hat (maybe a fedora) smoking a cigar. He said he liked to smoke stogies in that car because the air system would draw all of the smoke out of a vent at his feet and he liked seeing it curl down and out. I guess a Lincoln can turn anybody into an old man!]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Water Buckets (Recovered written by Sandi)]]></title>
			<link>https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=40</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 20:52:31 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[A long time ago Daddy was building a cabin, and I can't remember if it was by the lake or a river.  Anyway it was a ways to the water. He had a couple of water buckets he needed to keep full for whatever he was doing. It became real tiring for him to walk all the way to the water, fill the buckets, come back and use the water, then do it all over again. Finally one time when he went for the buckets they were already full. Then it happened again and again. Was somebody there? Was SOMEBODY there?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[A long time ago Daddy was building a cabin, and I can't remember if it was by the lake or a river.  Anyway it was a ways to the water. He had a couple of water buckets he needed to keep full for whatever he was doing. It became real tiring for him to walk all the way to the water, fill the buckets, come back and use the water, then do it all over again. Finally one time when he went for the buckets they were already full. Then it happened again and again. Was somebody there? Was SOMEBODY there?]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Tornado Alley (Recovered)]]></title>
			<link>https://schweickdawg.com/MyBB/showthread.php?tid=39</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 20:51:09 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[When The Unc's house was hit by a tornado it was a weird deal. The entire roof was removed with the exception of a bedroom and the bathroom. At night we slept in the good bedroom after walking down a hallway that was open to the sky. I remember seeing bats flying around. In the morning, with light I remember seeing house contents scattered all over the yard and was told that it was even on the far side of a large lake. One part of the hallway had a 2x4 across the top and setting on the board was about 18" of chimney. The entire square! I was told, "DO NOT WALK THERE!". The kitchen table had the grocery list still on it while the rest of the room was in disarray. Phone poles in the area had grass driven into them like little spears. People were driving by looking to pick up what they could find. I don't know if they were looking for their stuff or just what they could find. Things were everywhere. The kicker was that The Unc had just sold the house. Obviously, that sale fell through. He collected the insurance money, rebuilt it a little bigger and better and sold it for more. He knows how to come through.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[When The Unc's house was hit by a tornado it was a weird deal. The entire roof was removed with the exception of a bedroom and the bathroom. At night we slept in the good bedroom after walking down a hallway that was open to the sky. I remember seeing bats flying around. In the morning, with light I remember seeing house contents scattered all over the yard and was told that it was even on the far side of a large lake. One part of the hallway had a 2x4 across the top and setting on the board was about 18" of chimney. The entire square! I was told, "DO NOT WALK THERE!". The kitchen table had the grocery list still on it while the rest of the room was in disarray. Phone poles in the area had grass driven into them like little spears. People were driving by looking to pick up what they could find. I don't know if they were looking for their stuff or just what they could find. Things were everywhere. The kicker was that The Unc had just sold the house. Obviously, that sale fell through. He collected the insurance money, rebuilt it a little bigger and better and sold it for more. He knows how to come through.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Dress Up (Recovered written by Sandi)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 20:47:15 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[As a kid, and into early teens Mom made my clothes. She didnt use patterns - just looked at me, decided on the style, and started cutting.  The fabric? --  feedsacks. My grandparents lived on a farm, so feedsacks were always available.  In 8th grade we had "Dress up Day" each year. We had to look our best. So, of course, Mom went to work on it and made me a beautiful dress.  When I got to school the teacher thought My dress was so pretty that she had me stand on top of her desk so everybody could get a good look.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[As a kid, and into early teens Mom made my clothes. She didnt use patterns - just looked at me, decided on the style, and started cutting.  The fabric? --  feedsacks. My grandparents lived on a farm, so feedsacks were always available.  In 8th grade we had "Dress up Day" each year. We had to look our best. So, of course, Mom went to work on it and made me a beautiful dress.  When I got to school the teacher thought My dress was so pretty that she had me stand on top of her desk so everybody could get a good look.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Whoopup (Recovered written by Sandi)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 20:45:29 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Both my maternal and paternal grandparents lived on farms, so we spent a lot of time on farms --summers, weekends, holidays. Once when I was at the Dothage farm I had the following experience. Don't remember how old I was - maybe 6 or 7. Grandpa and I were going to Whoopup. (so named because people would go there to whoop it up). We had to pick up the mail there. So grandpa and I got on the horse and headed off. Whoopup is a crossroad and a farm store. That was it. The store had a porch clear across the front with chairs and checker games. Kind of like today's Cracker Barrel. I always got a nickel to spend, so I would get candy or a "sody pop". This particular day when we arrived at the farm store there were some old men sitting on the porch playing checkers. One of them looked up and said, "Well, here comes Gus and Manuel's girl."]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Both my maternal and paternal grandparents lived on farms, so we spent a lot of time on farms --summers, weekends, holidays. Once when I was at the Dothage farm I had the following experience. Don't remember how old I was - maybe 6 or 7. Grandpa and I were going to Whoopup. (so named because people would go there to whoop it up). We had to pick up the mail there. So grandpa and I got on the horse and headed off. Whoopup is a crossroad and a farm store. That was it. The store had a porch clear across the front with chairs and checker games. Kind of like today's Cracker Barrel. I always got a nickel to spend, so I would get candy or a "sody pop". This particular day when we arrived at the farm store there were some old men sitting on the porch playing checkers. One of them looked up and said, "Well, here comes Gus and Manuel's girl."]]></content:encoded>
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