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		<title>By: susana</title>
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		<dc:creator>susana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 16:42:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can remember the good ole days when people wrote letters. After my own Mother died we found so many such things &quot;left behind&quot; of a life well spent but not in a letter, but in our memories of her. I cried after my mother died, and regretted not having  had the same relationship which I now  have with my youngest daughter. I treasure each moment with her and she&#039;s as I wished my mother and I were. Always doing things together and sharing  the days new and shopping and even meals  together on her day off from work. I find it very comforting to do!
I did not know when my mother  died for I was on another continent when she did.  What I regret is not having taken anything when I was last  saw her alive, when she said &quot;Take what you like&quot; But the one thing she treasured, I did not want to take from her, her Bible; for it was her only comfort she would  tell me, is the word of G*D. It impacted my life too! Yes she  and her lifestyle impacted my life and my memories of her. Someday I hope to share some of those memories with my children and  readers.  And I hope all would not be  taken away  as other things were. All we have soemtimes when people die is the memories we have of them and being with them. I have is memories of my mothers gentleness. Your article caused me to reminese , for they make memories reminders of past episodes. Memories is all many people have of their loved ones.  I wish I had kept all my mother wrote to me now. This goes to show you something&#039;s left behind can be treasures! Boy do I miss my own mother who died of cancer at age 60.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can remember the good ole days when people wrote letters. After my own Mother died we found so many such things &#8220;left behind&#8221; of a life well spent but not in a letter, but in our memories of her. I cried after my mother died, and regretted not having  had the same relationship which I now  have with my youngest daughter. I treasure each moment with her and she&#8217;s as I wished my mother and I were. Always doing things together and sharing  the days new and shopping and even meals  together on her day off from work. I find it very comforting to do!<br />
I did not know when my mother  died for I was on another continent when she did.  What I regret is not having taken anything when I was last  saw her alive, when she said &#8220;Take what you like&#8221; But the one thing she treasured, I did not want to take from her, her Bible; for it was her only comfort she would  tell me, is the word of G*D. It impacted my life too! Yes she  and her lifestyle impacted my life and my memories of her. Someday I hope to share some of those memories with my children and  readers.  And I hope all would not be  taken away  as other things were. All we have soemtimes when people die is the memories we have of them and being with them. I have is memories of my mothers gentleness. Your article caused me to reminese , for they make memories reminders of past episodes. Memories is all many people have of their loved ones.  I wish I had kept all my mother wrote to me now. This goes to show you something&#8217;s left behind can be treasures! Boy do I miss my own mother who died of cancer at age 60.</p>
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		<title>By: Jane Ashby</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jane Ashby</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 12:18:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Bill,  Just read your June 13, 2008 column re: Father&#039;s Love Letters &amp; would like to comment that I, too, find that personal letters are/can be a great treasure trove for today &amp; tomorrow.  When I was growing up in the 40&#039; &amp; 50&#039;s I can remember my Mother receiving letters from friends &amp; it was a great day when one of them arrived.  I also remember, probably vaguely, that my Mother wrote to uncles &amp; cousins &amp; friend&#039;s kin during the 2nd WW, I think that that instilled into me a feeling or sense of the importance of letter writing.  I wrote letters to friends &amp; relatives during my teen years &amp; still do to this day, I use lined paper now though &amp; do use a pen, the old-fashioned way.  I much prefer solid letters &amp; not the email stuff but of course will take whatever I can get these days when the world is running on such a fast pace all the time.  We could all benefit from letter writing, a lost art nearly.  And in your case to discover such love &amp; a story you had never realized before, how lucky for you &amp; your whole family.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Bill,  Just read your June 13, 2008 column re: Father&#8217;s Love Letters &amp; would like to comment that I, too, find that personal letters are/can be a great treasure trove for today &amp; tomorrow.  When I was growing up in the 40&#8242; &amp; 50&#8217;s I can remember my Mother receiving letters from friends &amp; it was a great day when one of them arrived.  I also remember, probably vaguely, that my Mother wrote to uncles &amp; cousins &amp; friend&#8217;s kin during the 2nd WW, I think that that instilled into me a feeling or sense of the importance of letter writing.  I wrote letters to friends &amp; relatives during my teen years &amp; still do to this day, I use lined paper now though &amp; do use a pen, the old-fashioned way.  I much prefer solid letters &amp; not the email stuff but of course will take whatever I can get these days when the world is running on such a fast pace all the time.  We could all benefit from letter writing, a lost art nearly.  And in your case to discover such love &amp; a story you had never realized before, how lucky for you &amp; your whole family.</p>
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