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	<title>Comments on: Lost in Time</title>
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		<title>By: StLmom</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2005 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Man, me either. I think of those women often and it cuts down the whining in a big way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Man, me either. I think of those women often and it cuts down the whining in a big way.</p>
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		<title>By: Chicken Little</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chicken Little</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2005 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was very very young, I visited my great-grandmother on the farm. She drew water out of the well. She cooked on a wood stove. She sewed everything they wore, except overalls. 

A huge amount of her time was spent on food. They grew it, raised it, searched the woods for it. They killed it, preserved it, dried it, prepared it, and ate it. Any leftovers (or things we would consider waste) went to the animals. 

Could I go back to that time and be happy? Maybe. Could I do as well as my great grandmother did? I really doubt it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was very very young, I visited my great-grandmother on the farm. She drew water out of the well. She cooked on a wood stove. She sewed everything they wore, except overalls. </p>
<p>A huge amount of her time was spent on food. They grew it, raised it, searched the woods for it. They killed it, preserved it, dried it, prepared it, and ate it. Any leftovers (or things we would consider waste) went to the animals. </p>
<p>Could I go back to that time and be happy? Maybe. Could I do as well as my great grandmother did? I really doubt it.</p>
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