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		<title>By: Carrie</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-37039</link>
		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 05:44:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I read every single one. Thanks for sharing the memories of all your fathers. I think this is an exceptionally blessed group!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read every single one. Thanks for sharing the memories of all your fathers. I think this is an exceptionally blessed group!</p>
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		<title>By: bonniebeth</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36702</link>
		<dc:creator>bonniebeth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 13:46:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was out of town and missed the contest :( , but like Holly, I want to mention my daddy too.
  His name was James and he put himself through college in the depression - became a minister who preached for over 65 years.  He was the warmest, most loving man I ever knew.  I sat in his lap every morning until I married - then I would sit in his lap when I visited his home.  The last time I sat in his lap, he was 92 and getting frail.  He asked me if I were one of his - I told him yes and he asked which one I was.  I told him Beth and he said &quot;I guess it is okay for you to sit in my lap then.&quot;

  A funny fact about my dad was discovered after he died and I was going through his correspondence.  I discovered a letter from the governor of Alabama addressed to my dad in 1949 - thanking him for his letter and the suggestion to make mechanical turn signals a requirement for motor vehicles in the state.  The governor said he had forwarded his letter on to the department of motor vehicles.  That was my dad :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was out of town and missed the contest <img src='http://antiquemommy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' />  , but like Holly, I want to mention my daddy too.<br />
  His name was James and he put himself through college in the depression &#8211; became a minister who preached for over 65 years.  He was the warmest, most loving man I ever knew.  I sat in his lap every morning until I married &#8211; then I would sit in his lap when I visited his home.  The last time I sat in his lap, he was 92 and getting frail.  He asked me if I were one of his &#8211; I told him yes and he asked which one I was.  I told him Beth and he said &#8220;I guess it is okay for you to sit in my lap then.&#8221;</p>
<p>  A funny fact about my dad was discovered after he died and I was going through his correspondence.  I discovered a letter from the governor of Alabama addressed to my dad in 1949 &#8211; thanking him for his letter and the suggestion to make mechanical turn signals a requirement for motor vehicles in the state.  The governor said he had forwarded his letter on to the department of motor vehicles.  That was my dad <img src='http://antiquemommy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Holly</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36671</link>
		<dc:creator>Holly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 02:35:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know it&#039;s too late for the contest, but I wanted to write out some memories of  my Daddy anyway.  His name is Ric, and when I was growing up he was a DJ on the radio.  My friends thought that was pretty cool.  He does a fabulous duck voice.  He wrote a song for my wedding, and he and my mom sang it during the ceremony.  He used to be in a country band, was the lead singer with long hair... now  he has very little hair!  He must be going through a mid life crisis, b/c last year he bought a Harley and got 3 tattoos!  When I was about 10, my sister and I bet him that he couldn&#039;t do a cartwheel and he did one right in the parking lot of our favorite pizza place!!  His dad was murdered when my dad was about the age of my son, so he grew up without a dad.  He had two daughters, and now is enjoying his grandsons (4 of them) and 2 sweet granddaughters, who all call him Pop.  I love my dad!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know it&#8217;s too late for the contest, but I wanted to write out some memories of  my Daddy anyway.  His name is Ric, and when I was growing up he was a DJ on the radio.  My friends thought that was pretty cool.  He does a fabulous duck voice.  He wrote a song for my wedding, and he and my mom sang it during the ceremony.  He used to be in a country band, was the lead singer with long hair&#8230; now  he has very little hair!  He must be going through a mid life crisis, b/c last year he bought a Harley and got 3 tattoos!  When I was about 10, my sister and I bet him that he couldn&#8217;t do a cartwheel and he did one right in the parking lot of our favorite pizza place!!  His dad was murdered when my dad was about the age of my son, so he grew up without a dad.  He had two daughters, and now is enjoying his grandsons (4 of them) and 2 sweet granddaughters, who all call him Pop.  I love my dad!</p>
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		<title>By: Sue</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36529</link>
		<dc:creator>Sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 04:01:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dad&#039;s middle name is Alfred, and he always just signed A. for his middle initial because he didn&#039;t like it.  He is a wonderful Christian example and has a great sense of humor.  He added the laughter to our home, and I can remember company sitting around the kitchen table with everyone laughing at my dad&#039;s stories and funny ways of saying things.  My sister is blessed with this easy humor, too.  My dad is not well now.  I have been blessed with a great father.  We have all been blessed with an even more awesome Heavenly Father.  I am glad your blog honors God.  I am so sad when I have read blogs that do not honor Him, and I don&#039;t read those again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dad&#8217;s middle name is Alfred, and he always just signed A. for his middle initial because he didn&#8217;t like it.  He is a wonderful Christian example and has a great sense of humor.  He added the laughter to our home, and I can remember company sitting around the kitchen table with everyone laughing at my dad&#8217;s stories and funny ways of saying things.  My sister is blessed with this easy humor, too.  My dad is not well now.  I have been blessed with a great father.  We have all been blessed with an even more awesome Heavenly Father.  I am glad your blog honors God.  I am so sad when I have read blogs that do not honor Him, and I don&#8217;t read those again.</p>
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		<title>By: Thea</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36528</link>
		<dc:creator>Thea</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 03:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My Dad&#039;s name is Theo, he is a math teacher and a programmer. When I was little, he got his first computer- an old commodore 64, with those black screens with green letters on it. My Dad said that they would become the future one day and everyone would have one on their desks. He tried to put me behind it, but since you couldn&#039;t even really type anything, because there was no backspace or delete, I didn&#039;t see the fun of it.

Then my Dad stayed up working a few nights and days, and one day he brought me back to it and said &#039;meet your new friend!&#039;. The computer now had a face, made up out of parenthesis and 0&#039;s. He had made this program and it asked me for my name, which I had to type in. It asked me to be its friend. And then... it continued to ask me all these math problems! When I tried to quit, it asked me if I still wanted to be it&#039;s friend.. I got pretty good at Math that year.

Fast forward 25 years, I went to college and became a programmer myself and now I program educational software for little kids, much like my Dad did that day for me. He always sparked my imagination, and not only let me dream, but also allowed for my dreams to come true when he spent most of his savings on my college education. I owe my creativity, my career and my happiness to my Dad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My Dad&#8217;s name is Theo, he is a math teacher and a programmer. When I was little, he got his first computer- an old commodore 64, with those black screens with green letters on it. My Dad said that they would become the future one day and everyone would have one on their desks. He tried to put me behind it, but since you couldn&#8217;t even really type anything, because there was no backspace or delete, I didn&#8217;t see the fun of it.</p>
<p>Then my Dad stayed up working a few nights and days, and one day he brought me back to it and said &#8216;meet your new friend!&#8217;. The computer now had a face, made up out of parenthesis and 0&#8242;s. He had made this program and it asked me for my name, which I had to type in. It asked me to be its friend. And then&#8230; it continued to ask me all these math problems! When I tried to quit, it asked me if I still wanted to be it&#8217;s friend.. I got pretty good at Math that year.</p>
<p>Fast forward 25 years, I went to college and became a programmer myself and now I program educational software for little kids, much like my Dad did that day for me. He always sparked my imagination, and not only let me dream, but also allowed for my dreams to come true when he spent most of his savings on my college education. I owe my creativity, my career and my happiness to my Dad.</p>
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		<title>By: Cindy V</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36526</link>
		<dc:creator>Cindy V</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 02:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dad&#039;s name was Clyde, he had a great laugh and used it often.

When he was little his parents called him Jr. so when he went off to school he did not know he needed to answer to Clyde when the teacher called him.
Wish he were here to take my sons fishing and tell us all his funny stories.  Looking forward to seeing him on the other side of the river, up by Beulah land.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dad&#8217;s name was Clyde, he had a great laugh and used it often.</p>
<p>When he was little his parents called him Jr. so when he went off to school he did not know he needed to answer to Clyde when the teacher called him.<br />
Wish he were here to take my sons fishing and tell us all his funny stories.  Looking forward to seeing him on the other side of the river, up by Beulah land.</p>
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		<title>By: Roxanne</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36524</link>
		<dc:creator>Roxanne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 01:38:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dad&#039;s name was Harold, and he was a GREAT story teller.  He was normally out hunting or fishing on Saturday mornings when I was a kid, but when he was home, he would watch Bugs Bunny with us and laugh harder than any one of us kids.  I laughed more at him than at the cartoons.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dad&#8217;s name was Harold, and he was a GREAT story teller.  He was normally out hunting or fishing on Saturday mornings when I was a kid, but when he was home, he would watch Bugs Bunny with us and laugh harder than any one of us kids.  I laughed more at him than at the cartoons.</p>
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		<title>By: Julie C</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36520</link>
		<dc:creator>Julie C</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 22:48:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dad&#039;s name is Dave. He is a great dad. One year his summer job was working with a carnival running the Ferris Wheel. Hearing about that is a favorite family story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dad&#8217;s name is Dave. He is a great dad. One year his summer job was working with a carnival running the Ferris Wheel. Hearing about that is a favorite family story.</p>
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		<title>By: Nikki</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36518</link>
		<dc:creator>Nikki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 21:44:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m lucky enough to have had 2 dads - my dad dad was Michael.  He was great at telling jokes and loved, loved, loved baseball.  He died a few months before I got married more than 10 years ago.  I miss him terribly.  My (step) dad is Tom - he joined my family when I was in 9th grade - he missed diapers, but was lucky enough to catch me right in time for the tween years (even though that name had not been given to them yet!).  I thank God that he stuck around!  We named our son Thomas, in his honor.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m lucky enough to have had 2 dads &#8211; my dad dad was Michael.  He was great at telling jokes and loved, loved, loved baseball.  He died a few months before I got married more than 10 years ago.  I miss him terribly.  My (step) dad is Tom &#8211; he joined my family when I was in 9th grade &#8211; he missed diapers, but was lucky enough to catch me right in time for the tween years (even though that name had not been given to them yet!).  I thank God that he stuck around!  We named our son Thomas, in his honor.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah N.</title>
		<link>http://antiquemommy.com/2008/06/13/shorty/comment-page-2/#comment-36516</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarah N.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 21:32:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dad&#039;s name is Charles - but most people call him Chuck.  We call him Papa.  My 7 year old son is currently  with Papa way far off in Wisconsin, visiting my grandfather.  I know they are making memories but i am afraid Ian will come home totally spoiled!

Thanks for the great giveaway!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dad&#8217;s name is Charles &#8211; but most people call him Chuck.  We call him Papa.  My 7 year old son is currently  with Papa way far off in Wisconsin, visiting my grandfather.  I know they are making memories but i am afraid Ian will come home totally spoiled!</p>
<p>Thanks for the great giveaway!</p>
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