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	<title>Comments on: Childhood Memories</title>
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	<description>The life and times of Matthew and April Bauer</description>
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		<title>By: April</title>
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		<dc:creator>April</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 16:25:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The fact that I was told this story fairly frequently as a child probably also helped cement it in my memory.  And that&#039;s you, Grandma Miller, holding me up in my cowboy boots in the top picture, isn&#039;t it?  Now if I could only find that blanket again, somewhere in the move to Cali it has been misplaced, which makes me sad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The fact that I was told this story fairly frequently as a child probably also helped cement it in my memory.  And that&#8217;s you, Grandma Miller, holding me up in my cowboy boots in the top picture, isn&#8217;t it?  Now if I could only find that blanket again, somewhere in the move to Cali it has been misplaced, which makes me sad.</p>
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		<title>By: Grandma Miller</title>
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		<dc:creator>Grandma Miller</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 16:09:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If you think I was horrified, you should have seen the other girl&#039;s mother when she realized what her child had done to my child!  Your bangs were chopped off by laying the scissors against your scalp and there was no method to salvage it and make it look like it wasn&#039;t hair butchery!!  Thankfully, that very morning you had had a picture taken at Penneys.  I&#039;d curled your soft hair into ringlets and they posed you with a lacy umbrella.  Your hair was cut only a couple of hours later and your hair was still in ringlets when I found it later.  That was the end of your shoulder-length hair.  And the hair and treasured binkie were actually hidden in a blue enamel canner in the store room, which had a lid (explaining why it wasn&#039;t found for months). The binkie was covered with cut hair.
With all that excitement, it&#039;s no wonder you remember that day.  The search for the binkie was traumatic and your distress was profound (and loud) when it wasn&#039;t located.  I think you were about three and a half years old.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If you think I was horrified, you should have seen the other girl&#8217;s mother when she realized what her child had done to my child!  Your bangs were chopped off by laying the scissors against your scalp and there was no method to salvage it and make it look like it wasn&#8217;t hair butchery!!  Thankfully, that very morning you had had a picture taken at Penneys.  I&#8217;d curled your soft hair into ringlets and they posed you with a lacy umbrella.  Your hair was cut only a couple of hours later and your hair was still in ringlets when I found it later.  That was the end of your shoulder-length hair.  And the hair and treasured binkie were actually hidden in a blue enamel canner in the store room, which had a lid (explaining why it wasn&#8217;t found for months). The binkie was covered with cut hair.<br />
With all that excitement, it&#8217;s no wonder you remember that day.  The search for the binkie was traumatic and your distress was profound (and loud) when it wasn&#8217;t located.  I think you were about three and a half years old.</p>
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		<title>By: A Free Man</title>
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		<dc:creator>A Free Man</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 01:14:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great post April. That&#039;s why I started blogging - to have a concrete (well, you know) memory of these early years of Zach&#039;s life. I don&#039;t have many memories at all from childhood and those that I do are associated with family photos that we still have. So, I figure the more memories I keep now the more that will be available for Zach.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great post April. That&#8217;s why I started blogging &#8211; to have a concrete (well, you know) memory of these early years of Zach&#8217;s life. I don&#8217;t have many memories at all from childhood and those that I do are associated with family photos that we still have. So, I figure the more memories I keep now the more that will be available for Zach.</p>
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