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		<title>Comment on The Two Hughies of the RCMP by Dave Ferguson</title>
		<link>http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/53/comment-page-1#comment-39</link>
		<dc:creator>Dave Ferguson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2007 12:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My father&#039;s told this story himself many times.  He said that after the toast, Commissioner Murray asked if Dad and Hughie Beaton would have their picture taken with him.

Dad replied that he&#039;d never refuse a request from the Commissioner.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My father&#8217;s told this story himself many times.  He said that after the toast, Commissioner Murray asked if Dad and Hughie Beaton would have their picture taken with him.</p>
<p>Dad replied that he&#8217;d never refuse a request from the Commissioner.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Frank&#8217;s Career as Housepainter by Rose Abril</title>
		<link>http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/70/comment-page-1#comment-38</link>
		<dc:creator>Rose Abril</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 00:53:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This made me laugh out loud, &quot;but I think he asked me to promise that I would not come back to finish the house because he wanted it painted, all four sides in the same decade.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This made me laugh out loud, &#8220;but I think he asked me to promise that I would not come back to finish the house because he wanted it painted, all four sides in the same decade.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Comment on A Few Summer Memories by Rose Abril</title>
		<link>http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/66/comment-page-1#comment-37</link>
		<dc:creator>Rose Abril</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:40:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Women of today are darn lucky with their housework!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Women of today are darn lucky with their housework!</p>
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		<title>Comment on A Brief Encounter during World War II by Rose Abril</title>
		<link>http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/65/comment-page-1#comment-36</link>
		<dc:creator>Rose Abril</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 22:58:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Fast thinking, Evelyn!! What a cute story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fast thinking, Evelyn!! What a cute story.</p>
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		<title>Comment on How My First New Car Went to Pot by Rose Abril</title>
		<link>http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/64/comment-page-1#comment-35</link>
		<dc:creator>Rose Abril</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 11:56:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sounds like you got good mileage out of the Valiant and the pots and pans.  I can&#039;t beleive people argued over that car!  Hahaha.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sounds like you got good mileage out of the Valiant and the pots and pans.  I can&#8217;t beleive people argued over that car!  Hahaha.</p>
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		<title>Comment on How Freddie Learned His Name by Dave Ferguson</title>
		<link>http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/6/comment-page-1#comment-34</link>
		<dc:creator>Dave Ferguson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2006 20:26:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I talked with my mother this past week.  She said that Aunt Catherine&#039;s boyfriend was a man named Freddie Holmes.

She also said Aunt Catherine, also known as Katie, married a man named Joe MacLean.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I talked with my mother this past week.  She said that Aunt Catherine&#8217;s boyfriend was a man named Freddie Holmes.</p>
<p>She also said Aunt Catherine, also known as Katie, married a man named Joe MacLean.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Road Trip at Thanksgiving by Gillian</title>
		<link>http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/61/comment-page-1#comment-33</link>
		<dc:creator>Gillian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 May 2006 00:18:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember I had to sit in the middle the whole way there and the whole way back.  I also remember how excited Grandma and Grandpa were to see us.  And how Dad and Bruce kept teasing her by saying, &quot;If only &lt;em&gt;Artie&lt;/em&gt; were here,&quot; over and over again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember I had to sit in the middle the whole way there and the whole way back.  I also remember how excited Grandma and Grandpa were to see us.  And how Dad and Bruce kept teasing her by saying, &#8220;If only <em>Artie</em> were here,&#8221; over and over again.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Road Trip at Thanksgiving by Dave Ferguson</title>
		<link>http://www.cousinagamfhein.net/archives/61/comment-page-1#comment-32</link>
		<dc:creator>Dave Ferguson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 02:41:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Rose,

This was the year that we moved from the townhouse to the house on Gainsborough Drive.  That was around 1988.  If that&#039;s the right year, Kevin was about to turn 5, and you would have been 8.

One reason we decided to make the trip was that no one was expecting it -- we&#039;d just moved into the new house on the first of November.  That&#039;s one reason we didn&#039;t rent a better car (or a bigger one): we couldn&#039;t afford it.

We had two cars at the time: my Dodge Colt, which was pretty new, and the much older Plymouth Reliant (which was not).  The Colt was slightly better looking than this picture (you&#039;d be surprised how hard it is to find pictures of 20-year-old crummy cars):
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;350&quot; alt=&quot;1987 Plymouth Colt&quot; title=&quot;1987 Plymouth Colt&quot; src=&quot;http://dougandkris.com/doug/colt.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
So that&#039;s why the five of us crowded into the Colt for the 540 mile trip (one way) from Fairfax, Virginia, to Detroit.

I had checked with my brother Bruce so we&#039;d be sure to know where Thanksgiving dinner would be.  And we parked a little out of sight.  We sent you and Kevin to the front door, telling you to knock and to ask what time dinner would be.

It was a terrific visit -- everybody had a good time, and you and Gillian and Kevin did well to endure the 540 mile drive back home.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rose,</p>
<p>This was the year that we moved from the townhouse to the house on Gainsborough Drive.  That was around 1988.  If that&#8217;s the right year, Kevin was about to turn 5, and you would have been 8.</p>
<p>One reason we decided to make the trip was that no one was expecting it &#8212; we&#8217;d just moved into the new house on the first of November.  That&#8217;s one reason we didn&#8217;t rent a better car (or a bigger one): we couldn&#8217;t afford it.</p>
<p>We had two cars at the time: my Dodge Colt, which was pretty new, and the much older Plymouth Reliant (which was not).  The Colt was slightly better looking than this picture (you&#8217;d be surprised how hard it is to find pictures of 20-year-old crummy cars):</p>
<div style="text-align: center"><img width="350" alt="1987 Plymouth Colt" title="1987 Plymouth Colt" src="http://dougandkris.com/doug/colt.jpg" /></div>
<p>So that&#8217;s why the five of us crowded into the Colt for the 540 mile trip (one way) from Fairfax, Virginia, to Detroit.</p>
<p>I had checked with my brother Bruce so we&#8217;d be sure to know where Thanksgiving dinner would be.  And we parked a little out of sight.  We sent you and Kevin to the front door, telling you to knock and to ask what time dinner would be.</p>
<p>It was a terrific visit &#8212; everybody had a good time, and you and Gillian and Kevin did well to endure the 540 mile drive back home.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Dan Kennedy, Handyman by Dave Ferguson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave Ferguson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2006 16:27:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember my mother telling me about another Sunday -- it must not have been in the winter -- seeing Dan Kennedy heading up the street, followed by another little old man who was having trouble keeping up.

Finally the second man called out to Dan:

&quot;Wait for me, Pa!&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember my mother telling me about another Sunday &#8212; it must not have been in the winter &#8212; seeing Dan Kennedy heading up the street, followed by another little old man who was having trouble keeping up.</p>
<p>Finally the second man called out to Dan:</p>
<p>&#8220;Wait for me, Pa!&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Comment on Dan Kennedy, Handyman by Frank</title>
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		<dc:creator>Frank</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2006 16:25:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dan Kennedy was well past 100 and living in the same house you describe with his two sisters (their names escape me), one was 98 and one was 93. 

On Sunday mornings they would take a shortcut to church by coming through Jack D.&#039;s yard, entering by the back fence and leaving through the front fence. 

One Sunday morning following a blizzard, Billie was leaving the house to go to church and met Dan Kennedy coming through the snowbanks still in the yard on his way to church.

&quot;Your sisters stayed home, did they?&quot; Billie asked Dan.

&quot;No,&quot; he replied, &quot;but the girls are slowing down. They took the ploughed streets to church this morning.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dan Kennedy was well past 100 and living in the same house you describe with his two sisters (their names escape me), one was 98 and one was 93. </p>
<p>On Sunday mornings they would take a shortcut to church by coming through Jack D.&#8217;s yard, entering by the back fence and leaving through the front fence. </p>
<p>One Sunday morning following a blizzard, Billie was leaving the house to go to church and met Dan Kennedy coming through the snowbanks still in the yard on his way to church.</p>
<p>&#8220;Your sisters stayed home, did they?&#8221; Billie asked Dan.</p>
<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; he replied, &#8220;but the girls are slowing down. They took the ploughed streets to church this morning.&#8221;</p>
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