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	<title>Comments on: Giveaway, finally!!</title>
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		<title>By: kate blue</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2030</link>
		<dc:creator>kate blue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 14:53:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My fav goes WAAY back to about the age of 8..me &amp; my sisters in fantastic princess homemade costumes, pillowcases full of candy-meeting back at home at an appointed time and dumping mounds of candy in the living room so mom could check the candy and popcorn balls (it was safe in the 70&#039;s) and then we&#039;d all swap candy-I didn&#039;t like chocolate so I wanted to trade for bubble gum and hard candy!  Then, if we had time, we&#039;d go back through other neighborhoods for more!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My fav goes WAAY back to about the age of 8..me &amp; my sisters in fantastic princess homemade costumes, pillowcases full of candy-meeting back at home at an appointed time and dumping mounds of candy in the living room so mom could check the candy and popcorn balls (it was safe in the 70&#8217;s) and then we&#8217;d all swap candy-I didn&#8217;t like chocolate so I wanted to trade for bubble gum and hard candy!  Then, if we had time, we&#8217;d go back through other neighborhoods for more!</p>
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		<title>By: Nancy</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2025</link>
		<dc:creator>Nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 11:42:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One of my favorite memories is taking my daughter trick or treating with my parents - my dad loved taking part in all of it!  Tomorrow, I&#039;ll have a new wonderful memory - it&#039;ll be my wedding day!  
(Love your creation - especially the embellishments of the frame!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my favorite memories is taking my daughter trick or treating with my parents &#8211; my dad loved taking part in all of it!  Tomorrow, I&#8217;ll have a new wonderful memory &#8211; it&#8217;ll be my wedding day!<br />
(Love your creation &#8211; especially the embellishments of the frame!)</p>
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		<title>By: Ann Stout</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2024</link>
		<dc:creator>Ann Stout</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 13:55:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Those old plastic masks with the rubber band to hold them on your head. They were so hot underneath. And you could never see out the eyeholes.The plastic costumes were too hot too. They would stick to you causing it to be almost unbearable. Also the homemade treats you would get in your neighborhood while on your trek. Can&#039;t get that anymore because of the idiots who taint the stuff.

I do miss those GOOD OLD DAYS....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Those old plastic masks with the rubber band to hold them on your head. They were so hot underneath. And you could never see out the eyeholes.The plastic costumes were too hot too. They would stick to you causing it to be almost unbearable. Also the homemade treats you would get in your neighborhood while on your trek. Can&#8217;t get that anymore because of the idiots who taint the stuff.</p>
<p>I do miss those GOOD OLD DAYS&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Lynne Ross</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2023</link>
		<dc:creator>Lynne Ross</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 17:01:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My &#039;only&#039; memory of Halloween wasn&#039;t such a great one...my cousins and I always went out together to trick or treat.  This night was snowing (no surprise there, I&#039;m from Newfoundland) and these 2 big guys ran up behind us and stole my bag of treats!!  My bag was almost full.  Needless to say I cried all the way back home.  My cousins invited me into their home and there they shared all their treats with me, so I guess it&#039;s not such a bad memory after all.
Happy Halloween everyone....hope I win!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My &#8216;only&#8217; memory of Halloween wasn&#8217;t such a great one&#8230;my cousins and I always went out together to trick or treat.  This night was snowing (no surprise there, I&#8217;m from Newfoundland) and these 2 big guys ran up behind us and stole my bag of treats!!  My bag was almost full.  Needless to say I cried all the way back home.  My cousins invited me into their home and there they shared all their treats with me, so I guess it&#8217;s not such a bad memory after all.<br />
Happy Halloween everyone&#8230;.hope I win!!</p>
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		<title>By: Pam Barnes</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2022</link>
		<dc:creator>Pam Barnes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:16:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wonderful giveaway MaryBeth.
My favorite memory of this time of year took place 35 years ago when my daughter was born.  
Lots of great art on your blog.  Thanks for sharing.  Pam</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful giveaway MaryBeth.<br />
My favorite memory of this time of year took place 35 years ago when my daughter was born.<br />
Lots of great art on your blog.  Thanks for sharing.  Pam</p>
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		<title>By: Michele</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2021</link>
		<dc:creator>Michele</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 01:08:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Please enter me!  My favorite memory is going to the Pumpkin Festival in Keene, NH.  Hundreds and hundreds of carved/decorated pumpkins trying to make it into the Guinness Book of World Records for the most lit pumpkins in one place!  A few years ago it did happen!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Please enter me!  My favorite memory is going to the Pumpkin Festival in Keene, NH.  Hundreds and hundreds of carved/decorated pumpkins trying to make it into the Guinness Book of World Records for the most lit pumpkins in one place!  A few years ago it did happen!</p>
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		<title>By: Anne A.</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2019</link>
		<dc:creator>Anne A.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 15:12:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mary-Beth, it was fun to read about everyone&#039;s favorite Halloween. I loved Halloween as a kid as I got special treats from the neighbours. I didn&#039;t dress up to much in case they didn&#039;t recognize me. I went back to one house three tmes every year for special fudge. I could tell she was pleased. Now I live in North Saanich, a quiet community in the boonies and got &quot;egged&quot; for the first time. It took me days to clean it up. Even painted the garage door. that part was not fun.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mary-Beth, it was fun to read about everyone&#8217;s favorite Halloween. I loved Halloween as a kid as I got special treats from the neighbours. I didn&#8217;t dress up to much in case they didn&#8217;t recognize me. I went back to one house three tmes every year for special fudge. I could tell she was pleased. Now I live in North Saanich, a quiet community in the boonies and got &#8220;egged&#8221; for the first time. It took me days to clean it up. Even painted the garage door. that part was not fun.</p>
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		<title>By: robyn Josephs</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2018</link>
		<dc:creator>robyn Josephs</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 15:06:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We had an apple tree with a hugh limb just the right height for kids to climb into and built a giant leaf pile each fall. Neighbors would bring their leaves to add to it. On a dry cool moon lite night the whole neighborhood would gather to have a small fire, drink hot cider and jump into the leaves.
Fall blessings,
Robyn</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had an apple tree with a hugh limb just the right height for kids to climb into and built a giant leaf pile each fall. Neighbors would bring their leaves to add to it. On a dry cool moon lite night the whole neighborhood would gather to have a small fire, drink hot cider and jump into the leaves.<br />
Fall blessings,<br />
Robyn</p>
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		<title>By: Linda Cameron</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2017</link>
		<dc:creator>Linda Cameron</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 11:38:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the spooky piece!! My favorite memory of Autumn is the annual &quot;Leaf Tour&quot; that we go on every year, often stopping for dinner at a lodge deep in the Ontario woods for dinner. It is especially lovely if our (adult) daughter accompanies us. It&#039;s her favorite time of year too!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the spooky piece!! My favorite memory of Autumn is the annual &#8220;Leaf Tour&#8221; that we go on every year, often stopping for dinner at a lodge deep in the Ontario woods for dinner. It is especially lovely if our (adult) daughter accompanies us. It&#8217;s her favorite time of year too!</p>
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		<title>By: Donna C.</title>
		<link>http://www.myjourneyintoart.com/?p=678&#038;cpage=1#comment-2015</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna C.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 10:16:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ooooh, gave me the shivers.  I love remembering a retired doctor in town who lived in a big old house on the river and how he&#039;d set up for Halloween.  He and his wife set a big harvest table complete with pumpkin and Indian corn centerpiece, candlesticks and pewter chargers.  Best of all, at the head of the table sat....A SKELETON!  Whether it was real or a medical repro it didn&#039;t matter because it sure looked real and he used to tell all the kids that it was the skeleton of an Indian princess.  True or not, it made a great tale as we&#039;d stare at the bony fingers wrapped around the computer mug.  They also passed out the best candy bars and, if your dog tagged along, you&#039;d get a MilkBone in the bag as well!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ooooh, gave me the shivers.  I love remembering a retired doctor in town who lived in a big old house on the river and how he&#8217;d set up for Halloween.  He and his wife set a big harvest table complete with pumpkin and Indian corn centerpiece, candlesticks and pewter chargers.  Best of all, at the head of the table sat&#8230;.A SKELETON!  Whether it was real or a medical repro it didn&#8217;t matter because it sure looked real and he used to tell all the kids that it was the skeleton of an Indian princess.  True or not, it made a great tale as we&#8217;d stare at the bony fingers wrapped around the computer mug.  They also passed out the best candy bars and, if your dog tagged along, you&#8217;d get a MilkBone in the bag as well!</p>
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