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		<title><![CDATA[Family Story Time - Smith Clan]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Happy Birthday]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2022 22:17:38 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[It was Tom's birthday so John and I decided we would call him and sing Happy Birthday. When the phone answered we began to sing. Then we heard no, no, no, no. We had called Mike by mistake.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[It was Tom's birthday so John and I decided we would call him and sing Happy Birthday. When the phone answered we began to sing. Then we heard no, no, no, no. We had called Mike by mistake.]]></content:encoded>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2021 19:06:07 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[I've been trying to think of another story, but my mind seems to be blank. You would think after all these years I'd have hundreds of them. Right now my most important story is a thank you to the Lord for bringing Mike and Diana through their case of covid.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I've been trying to think of another story, but my mind seems to be blank. You would think after all these years I'd have hundreds of them. Right now my most important story is a thank you to the Lord for bringing Mike and Diana through their case of covid.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[I Still Can't Believe It]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2021 17:57:02 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Recently John an I went to have lunch at the Hibachi Grill ( a Chinese buffet). I think the food is great -veggies, fruit, breads, lots of different kinds of dessert - just about anything you want, shrimp and chicken 50 different ways. well, maybe not 50, but close. Anyway, John went in with his walker. When the waiter took us to our table, a gentleman rushed up and pulled out his chair for him. I thanked him and he went on back to his booth. John decided he wouldn't use his walker at the buffet, so I went with him and held the plate. He hung on to me and put the food he wanted on the plate. Apparently others were watching. After eating a bunch the waitress finally brought our check and the fortune cookies. As we were reading our fortunes, the 25.00 ticket was abruptly snatched from our table. I was at a loss for words and sat there trying to figure it out. It was the guy who had pulled out  John's chair. I saw him standing up near the cash register, so I went up to him and said, "You didn't need to do that." He said, "Yeh, I know, but I wanted to." I cannot for the life of me remember what else I said at that point, but finally at the end I said, "May God bless you." He said, "I think He already has." With that we hugged each other and he  left. I'm still in awe, and think of him often. Now I feel like I should do something similar. What a wonderful person he must be.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Recently John an I went to have lunch at the Hibachi Grill ( a Chinese buffet). I think the food is great -veggies, fruit, breads, lots of different kinds of dessert - just about anything you want, shrimp and chicken 50 different ways. well, maybe not 50, but close. Anyway, John went in with his walker. When the waiter took us to our table, a gentleman rushed up and pulled out his chair for him. I thanked him and he went on back to his booth. John decided he wouldn't use his walker at the buffet, so I went with him and held the plate. He hung on to me and put the food he wanted on the plate. Apparently others were watching. After eating a bunch the waitress finally brought our check and the fortune cookies. As we were reading our fortunes, the 25.00 ticket was abruptly snatched from our table. I was at a loss for words and sat there trying to figure it out. It was the guy who had pulled out  John's chair. I saw him standing up near the cash register, so I went up to him and said, "You didn't need to do that." He said, "Yeh, I know, but I wanted to." I cannot for the life of me remember what else I said at that point, but finally at the end I said, "May God bless you." He said, "I think He already has." With that we hugged each other and he  left. I'm still in awe, and think of him often. Now I feel like I should do something similar. What a wonderful person he must be.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Saved! (Recovered written by Sandi)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2021 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Several years ago I was shopping at Walmart. I had Trinity with me and she was probably 3-4 years old and was sitting in the cart. We got ready to leave and just as we got to the door it began to pour down rain. I grabbed Trinity out of the cart and ran like crazy to the car. Locked! Keys! In my purse -  and I had left it in the cart. I went into panic mode, and we raced back to the store in the pouring rain. Gobs of people were coming and going in all that rain. good time to grab a purse and run, but there it was - sitting in the cart where I left it.  No way will I ever be convinced that it wasn't the hand of God. I know He had an angel standing there guarding my purse.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Several years ago I was shopping at Walmart. I had Trinity with me and she was probably 3-4 years old and was sitting in the cart. We got ready to leave and just as we got to the door it began to pour down rain. I grabbed Trinity out of the cart and ran like crazy to the car. Locked! Keys! In my purse -  and I had left it in the cart. I went into panic mode, and we raced back to the store in the pouring rain. Gobs of people were coming and going in all that rain. good time to grab a purse and run, but there it was - sitting in the cart where I left it.  No way will I ever be convinced that it wasn't the hand of God. I know He had an angel standing there guarding my purse.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[A Day in the Park]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jan 2021 20:17:21 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[One day when we were on the highway on our way back  from the Golden Coral in St. Charles we noticed a turn that went to Creve Coeur Park. We had been wanting to go there as they were selling some trees we were interested in.  So this turn into the park was perfect. We got into the park and began to look for a road to the tree sale. We needed to get to the other side of the park. After looking for a while, we turned onto a road that we figured would take us in the right direction. It was a very narrow road but there were no other cars, so we figured we wouldn't have a problem. Suddenly we saw a lot of people coming and some bikers. Oh, no!!! We were on the walking trail. We slowed to a crawl. I kept rolling down my window as we passed people, apologizing and telling them we were lost.  Most were very understanding, but we did get the stink eye from a few.  Finally we spied a parking lot, but to get there we had to cross over the creek on an arched bridge. We were quite concerned because that bridge had been built for walkers. Would it hold a car?  We gritted our teeth and headed for the bridge.  Praise the Lord, we got across, went into the parking lot, found the exit, and went straight home.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[One day when we were on the highway on our way back  from the Golden Coral in St. Charles we noticed a turn that went to Creve Coeur Park. We had been wanting to go there as they were selling some trees we were interested in.  So this turn into the park was perfect. We got into the park and began to look for a road to the tree sale. We needed to get to the other side of the park. After looking for a while, we turned onto a road that we figured would take us in the right direction. It was a very narrow road but there were no other cars, so we figured we wouldn't have a problem. Suddenly we saw a lot of people coming and some bikers. Oh, no!!! We were on the walking trail. We slowed to a crawl. I kept rolling down my window as we passed people, apologizing and telling them we were lost.  Most were very understanding, but we did get the stink eye from a few.  Finally we spied a parking lot, but to get there we had to cross over the creek on an arched bridge. We were quite concerned because that bridge had been built for walkers. Would it hold a car?  We gritted our teeth and headed for the bridge.  Praise the Lord, we got across, went into the parking lot, found the exit, and went straight home.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Linda's Dog]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2021 01:56:40 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[One year, long ago, a friend of mine, Diana and I went to visit Scott and Linda in Climax Springs where they were teaching at the time. We went there for the girls to visit and us to get ready for deer season. While we were driving around in Scott's pickup checking out the area, Jesse (I believe the name was) was running from side to side in what I would describe as a frenzy. As we were traveling down a gravel road ( as all but one was in Climax Springs) at about 40 MPH. The road had steep shoulders and there was tall grass right next to the road.  I asked Scott if he was worried about the dog falling out of the truck. He looks at me, smiles and said, "No, she's never fallen out and loves to go for rides in the truck." Literally, about 5 seconds after that, I noticed movement in the rear view mirror. I turned to see the dog rolling down the shoulder like a tire into the grass. I said, "Scott, the dog just fell out of the truck!" He whips around, sees an empty bed and slams on the brakes. Gravel goes everywhere. He throws it in reverse, backs up to where the dog tumbled out and slams on the brakes. Gravel goes everywhere. Scott was shaken. Scott says, "That was Linda's dog. She's gonna kill me." We all tumble out of the cab and rush into the grass. We started combing everywhere. I notice movement out of the corner of my mind and look up on the road. The dog was staggering around like she was drunk. Scott lifted her into the back of the truck where she laid down and didn't move a muscle the rest of the trip.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[One year, long ago, a friend of mine, Diana and I went to visit Scott and Linda in Climax Springs where they were teaching at the time. We went there for the girls to visit and us to get ready for deer season. While we were driving around in Scott's pickup checking out the area, Jesse (I believe the name was) was running from side to side in what I would describe as a frenzy. As we were traveling down a gravel road ( as all but one was in Climax Springs) at about 40 MPH. The road had steep shoulders and there was tall grass right next to the road.  I asked Scott if he was worried about the dog falling out of the truck. He looks at me, smiles and said, "No, she's never fallen out and loves to go for rides in the truck." Literally, about 5 seconds after that, I noticed movement in the rear view mirror. I turned to see the dog rolling down the shoulder like a tire into the grass. I said, "Scott, the dog just fell out of the truck!" He whips around, sees an empty bed and slams on the brakes. Gravel goes everywhere. He throws it in reverse, backs up to where the dog tumbled out and slams on the brakes. Gravel goes everywhere. Scott was shaken. Scott says, "That was Linda's dog. She's gonna kill me." We all tumble out of the cab and rush into the grass. We started combing everywhere. I notice movement out of the corner of my mind and look up on the road. The dog was staggering around like she was drunk. Scott lifted her into the back of the truck where she laid down and didn't move a muscle the rest of the trip.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Follow That . . .]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2021 13:39:29 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[I was 18 years old and mom and John took both Linda and me to Germany for a vacation. It was a great trip. It was made even better by some 'occurrences'. As we drove around in our rented car, the folks generally sat in the back and navigated. Linda or I would drive. After driving through several towns, somebody commented how Einbahnstrasse was a popular street name in Germany. Being the only one who knew (very little) German, when I was done laughing , I pointed out how that meant One Way Street. During one 'town navigation' incident, we were kind of lost. All of a sudden, John says, "Follow that statue!" pointing to one at the far end of the street. Finally, Linda was driving, faithfully following directions. People gathered all around the car waving their hands and saying "Stop". Apparently, the directions led her straight onto a walking mall. Lots of good memories from that trip.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[I was 18 years old and mom and John took both Linda and me to Germany for a vacation. It was a great trip. It was made even better by some 'occurrences'. As we drove around in our rented car, the folks generally sat in the back and navigated. Linda or I would drive. After driving through several towns, somebody commented how Einbahnstrasse was a popular street name in Germany. Being the only one who knew (very little) German, when I was done laughing , I pointed out how that meant One Way Street. During one 'town navigation' incident, we were kind of lost. All of a sudden, John says, "Follow that statue!" pointing to one at the far end of the street. Finally, Linda was driving, faithfully following directions. People gathered all around the car waving their hands and saying "Stop". Apparently, the directions led her straight onto a walking mall. Lots of good memories from that trip.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Sailing Trip]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2021 20:28:05 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[(Trying hard to remember the story to repost...)<br />
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In the 80's, John had purchased a 27' Hunter sailboat. This was a time before mom really knew how to swim. I recall going to the boat, which was near the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi (I think) in north St. Charles county. We were on the river and the wind started to come up a little (which made for good sailing). We were initially all on deck having a good time. I looked around and noticed that mom was nowhere to be seen. I found her below decks in the cabin holding on for what appeared to be dear life. I can't help but think she really did not enjoy those sailing trips.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[(Trying hard to remember the story to repost...)<br />
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In the 80's, John had purchased a 27' Hunter sailboat. This was a time before mom really knew how to swim. I recall going to the boat, which was near the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi (I think) in north St. Charles county. We were on the river and the wind started to come up a little (which made for good sailing). We were initially all on deck having a good time. I looked around and noticed that mom was nowhere to be seen. I found her below decks in the cabin holding on for what appeared to be dear life. I can't help but think she really did not enjoy those sailing trips.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Wrinkled Fenders Are The Norm]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2021 15:27:38 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="color: #333333;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font">This story was told to me by mom. Back when the folks lived in the country John had a Mazda pickup. Somehow, I can't remember how, one of the fenders either became wrinkled or he bought it that way. In any case, John bought a fender, had it painted to match the truck and left it  in the driveway in the sun to dry. Apparently, mom was going somewhere and backed up over the fender. She told John about it and said all he did was sigh. That was pretty impressive control.</span></span></span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="color: #333333;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font">This story was told to me by mom. Back when the folks lived in the country John had a Mazda pickup. Somehow, I can't remember how, one of the fenders either became wrinkled or he bought it that way. In any case, John bought a fender, had it painted to match the truck and left it  in the driveway in the sun to dry. Apparently, mom was going somewhere and backed up over the fender. She told John about it and said all he did was sigh. That was pretty impressive control.</span></span></span>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Great Coffee Skills!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2021 15:26:54 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="color: #333333;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font">Diana and I were living with the folks when we got back from college. I remember one morning, we were all gathered around the table except for John. He was coming in from the bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. As he hit the kitchen floor, I guessed it was pretty slick for sock feet and his feet went out from under him and he went straight down. We all bounced up to check on him. He was sitting straight leg on the floor and managed not to spill a single drop from his cup. It was about 1/2 full. That was impressive.</span></span></span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="color: #333333;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font">Diana and I were living with the folks when we got back from college. I remember one morning, we were all gathered around the table except for John. He was coming in from the bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. As he hit the kitchen floor, I guessed it was pretty slick for sock feet and his feet went out from under him and he went straight down. We all bounced up to check on him. He was sitting straight leg on the floor and managed not to spill a single drop from his cup. It was about 1/2 full. That was impressive.</span></span></span>]]></content:encoded>
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