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	<title>Comments on: The Good Old Days Really Weren’t</title>
	<link>http://stepinthering.com/the-good-old-days-really-weren%e2%80%99t/</link>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 01:23:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Billie Joe Armstrong</title>
		<link>http://stepinthering.com/the-good-old-days-really-weren%e2%80%99t/#comment-135</link>
		<dc:creator>Billie Joe Armstrong</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 07:59:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi there...Thanks for the nice read, keep up the interesting posts..what a nice Tuesday</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi there&#8230;Thanks for the nice read, keep up the interesting posts..what a nice Tuesday</p>
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		<title>By: Debbie</title>
		<link>http://stepinthering.com/the-good-old-days-really-weren%e2%80%99t/#comment-117</link>
		<dc:creator>Debbie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 18:18:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lovely read...and it brings something to mind that my father was telling me.

Born in 1923 on a farm, Dad recalls hitching up the horses early in the spring mornings to go plow the fields.  He said that the world was silent, and he could hear the neighboring farm boys shouting 'git up there, Bess' and 'whoa, Nell' to their own plow horses; keep in mind that the neighboring farms were miles away.  Hard to fathom that kind of crystal morning where you can hear voices from miles away.  I dunno, just something I like to think about.

As an end note, when Dad was a bit older and had earned some money, he bought himself a tractor to do all the farm labor.  And then he heard nothing but the tractor.  Why do I find that so abysmally sad?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely read&#8230;and it brings something to mind that my father was telling me.</p>
<p>Born in 1923 on a farm, Dad recalls hitching up the horses early in the spring mornings to go plow the fields.  He said that the world was silent, and he could hear the neighboring farm boys shouting &#8216;git up there, Bess&#8217; and &#8216;whoa, Nell&#8217; to their own plow horses; keep in mind that the neighboring farms were miles away.  Hard to fathom that kind of crystal morning where you can hear voices from miles away.  I dunno, just something I like to think about.</p>
<p>As an end note, when Dad was a bit older and had earned some money, he bought himself a tractor to do all the farm labor.  And then he heard nothing but the tractor.  Why do I find that so abysmally sad?</p>
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		<title>By: Shelley</title>
		<link>http://stepinthering.com/the-good-old-days-really-weren%e2%80%99t/#comment-110</link>
		<dc:creator>Shelley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 19:27:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks very much!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks very much!</p>
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		<title>By: Stefan</title>
		<link>http://stepinthering.com/the-good-old-days-really-weren%e2%80%99t/#comment-109</link>
		<dc:creator>Stefan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 15:22:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a nice article.  Thanks for posting!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a nice article.  Thanks for posting!</p>
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