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		<title>By: Apple</title>
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		<dc:creator>Apple</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 02:13:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Great pictures. I have one of Mom&#039;s albums and the first half is me as a baby, the second half covers the next 8 years or so with cameos of my brother and sister.

Being a rotten big sister, I actually convinced my sister that she was adopted. Mom somehow lost/misplaced her birth certificate so she went to the clerks office to get a replacement to prove to my sister that she was not adopted. The copy at the clerks office was misfiled which kind of cinched it as far as my sister was concerned. I thought Mom was going to kill me. The clerk did eventually find it and I was allowed to live.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apple’s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApplesTree/~3/NxKG09v4dmU/memories-on-monday-blizzard-of-93.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Memories on Monday - Blizzard of &#039;93&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great pictures. I have one of Mom&#8217;s albums and the first half is me as a baby, the second half covers the next 8 years or so with cameos of my brother and sister.</p>
<p>Being a rotten big sister, I actually convinced my sister that she was adopted. Mom somehow lost/misplaced her birth certificate so she went to the clerks office to get a replacement to prove to my sister that she was not adopted. The copy at the clerks office was misfiled which kind of cinched it as far as my sister was concerned. I thought Mom was going to kill me. The clerk did eventually find it and I was allowed to live.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Apple’s last blog post..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApplesTree/~3/NxKG09v4dmU/memories-on-monday-blizzard-of-93.html" rel="nofollow">Memories on Monday &#8211; Blizzard of &#8217;93</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: grannypam</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 17:26:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Harriet, my brothers always told me I was adopted, since they were blond/brown heads, as were our parents.  Dad was blond, and Mom had brown hair.  I was the odd girl out, with my red hair, which brought much teasing and all that.  There weren&#039;t too many red-heads in the area where I lived, with Dutch and Swedish family being the most common.  I survived.  No one then worried about harassment, if someone teased me I was supposed to suck it up, you know: Stick and Stones and all that.

Tipper, that old truck had the longest throw of any standard transmission I ever drove.  No magic in the old manual transmission and clutch, you and to suck it up and drive it.  Also, the seat didn&#039;t move.  Not at all.  So, if you had short legs, oh well.  Just sit up toward the edge of the seat and hang on to the wheel to hold yourself there when you pushed in the clutch.  Fun.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Harriet, my brothers always told me I was adopted, since they were blond/brown heads, as were our parents.  Dad was blond, and Mom had brown hair.  I was the odd girl out, with my red hair, which brought much teasing and all that.  There weren&#8217;t too many red-heads in the area where I lived, with Dutch and Swedish family being the most common.  I survived.  No one then worried about harassment, if someone teased me I was supposed to suck it up, you know: Stick and Stones and all that.</p>
<p>Tipper, that old truck had the longest throw of any standard transmission I ever drove.  No magic in the old manual transmission and clutch, you and to suck it up and drive it.  Also, the seat didn&#8217;t move.  Not at all.  So, if you had short legs, oh well.  Just sit up toward the edge of the seat and hang on to the wheel to hold yourself there when you pushed in the clutch.  Fun.</p>
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		<title>By: tipper</title>
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		<dc:creator>tipper</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 13:30:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Love the pictures-and the neat old truck. In my family its the same-the most pictures are of my oldest brother-next would be me, the middle child, then my youngest brother. As the years went by I guess taking pictures wasn&#039;t as big of a deal as with the first. I enjoyed reading about your Dad&#039;s old truck-wish I had one like that now to tool around in.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love the pictures-and the neat old truck. In my family its the same-the most pictures are of my oldest brother-next would be me, the middle child, then my youngest brother. As the years went by I guess taking pictures wasn&#8217;t as big of a deal as with the first. I enjoyed reading about your Dad&#8217;s old truck-wish I had one like that now to tool around in.</p>
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		<title>By: Harriet</title>
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		<dc:creator>Harriet</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 12:52:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember asking Why are there not as many pictures of me? My Mom would say there are always more of the first child, more money and time.
I guess I made her feel bad when I asked was I adopted?
Love your pictures and story.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harriet’s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://harriet-genealogyfun.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7909006935234106126&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;King?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember asking Why are there not as many pictures of me? My Mom would say there are always more of the first child, more money and time.<br />
I guess I made her feel bad when I asked was I adopted?<br />
Love your pictures and story.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Harriet’s last blog post..<a href="http://harriet-genealogyfun.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7909006935234106126" rel="nofollow">King?</a></em></abbr></p>
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