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	<title>Comments on: Christmas Love</title>
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		<title>By: Aubrey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Aubrey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 15:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a thoughtful post.  I&#039;m glad you gave me the chance to read it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a thoughtful post.  I&#8217;m glad you gave me the chance to read it!</p>
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		<title>By: Grandpa Andrews</title>
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		<dc:creator>Grandpa Andrews</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 13:56:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jenny,
I have to explain my &quot;So, What&#039;s for Dinner&quot; response.
Several years ago, while in their 80&#039;s, my landlady suffered a stroke and was hospitalized for a time.  Before the Doctors would let her come home they had a series of requirements for home care and rest.  The doctor asked her husband several times who would be providing all of this care and each time he replied that he would do it.  So even though skeptical about what he heard, the doctor finally said OK you can go home.  At that time Irvin stood up, looked at Georgia, and said, &quot;So, What&#039;s for dinner&quot;.

The result was another 30 minutes with their daughter in law having to visit with the doctor.

The result for me has been that I never hear of the struggles of young families, and mothers of children, and wives of farmers without thinking of all that they do, all that they accomplish, and all that they survive, and with all of that; when they get that quiet moment of peace, they don&#039;t hear &quot;I love you&quot;  in words that others would understand.  What they hear from us is &quot;So, What&#039;s for Dinner&quot;

The truth is we our thank yous are wrapped up in our needs for you to be strong, be happy, show us our weaknesses, and take care of us, and the thank yous may be few and far between.
As always (Love)
Grandpa Andrews</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jenny,<br />
I have to explain my &#8220;So, What&#8217;s for Dinner&#8221; response.<br />
Several years ago, while in their 80&#8242;s, my landlady suffered a stroke and was hospitalized for a time.  Before the Doctors would let her come home they had a series of requirements for home care and rest.  The doctor asked her husband several times who would be providing all of this care and each time he replied that he would do it.  So even though skeptical about what he heard, the doctor finally said OK you can go home.  At that time Irvin stood up, looked at Georgia, and said, &#8220;So, What&#8217;s for dinner&#8221;.</p>
<p>The result was another 30 minutes with their daughter in law having to visit with the doctor.</p>
<p>The result for me has been that I never hear of the struggles of young families, and mothers of children, and wives of farmers without thinking of all that they do, all that they accomplish, and all that they survive, and with all of that; when they get that quiet moment of peace, they don&#8217;t hear &#8220;I love you&#8221;  in words that others would understand.  What they hear from us is &#8220;So, What&#8217;s for Dinner&#8221;</p>
<p>The truth is we our thank yous are wrapped up in our needs for you to be strong, be happy, show us our weaknesses, and take care of us, and the thank yous may be few and far between.<br />
As always (Love)<br />
Grandpa Andrews</p>
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		<title>By: Grandpa Andrews</title>
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		<dc:creator>Grandpa Andrews</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 02:48:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great adaptation and great thoughts......So ... What&#039;s for dinner?

As always
An old Bohemian wanabe.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great adaptation and great thoughts&#8230;&#8230;So &#8230; What&#8217;s for dinner?</p>
<p>As always<br />
An old Bohemian wanabe.</p>
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