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		<title>By: Kellio</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kellio</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 07:15:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yep, and here we are all those years later complaining because our software won&#039;t work properly.
In those days my brothers and I would look forward to going to the hardware store and I remember the 3 of us saving our pocket money to buy the brand new electric drill our Dad always checked out  as a Christmas present.
He still had that drill up until 2005 when he passed away and now my brother has it and it&#039;s still working as well now as it did then.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yep, and here we are all those years later complaining because our software won&#8217;t work properly.<br />
In those days my brothers and I would look forward to going to the hardware store and I remember the 3 of us saving our pocket money to buy the brand new electric drill our Dad always checked out  as a Christmas present.<br />
He still had that drill up until 2005 when he passed away and now my brother has it and it&#8217;s still working as well now as it did then.</p>
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		<title>By: JoanW</title>
		<link>http://seankellyblogs.com/the-nostalgia-page/comment-page-1/#comment-2534</link>
		<dc:creator>JoanW</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 05:52:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember growing up in the 50&#039;s and did not have televsion. We went to the Drive-In Theater in the car for entertainment (when the family could afford it), hooked up the speaker to the window and us kids would be in the back seat in our pajamas. For free entertainment my father would drive us to the airport and we would watch the planes land. I remember as children we all used our imagination when playing with each other and would make up stories and act them out. It was so much fun. There were no video games, cell phones or computers. We learned to interact with each other fact to face. I miss those days.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember growing up in the 50&#8242;s and did not have televsion. We went to the Drive-In Theater in the car for entertainment (when the family could afford it), hooked up the speaker to the window and us kids would be in the back seat in our pajamas. For free entertainment my father would drive us to the airport and we would watch the planes land. I remember as children we all used our imagination when playing with each other and would make up stories and act them out. It was so much fun. There were no video games, cell phones or computers. We learned to interact with each other fact to face. I miss those days.</p>
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		<title>By: Treay Cohen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Treay Cohen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 19:53:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember when I was growing up that we would be sent to the corner shop to buy ice cream.  It came in a rectangular, cardboard box, which the grocer wrapped in newspaper, to keep it cool.  A few years later, the ice cream started to be sold in round tins, which my mother used as cake tins.  The fruit and veg man would come around every week and the housewives would go out into the street and select their produce.  The back of the truck was covered with a canvas top, supported by a metal frame.  People used to come around selling wooden pegs and &#039;props&#039; for the clothesline and every year we used to look forward to the boronia sellers, going door to door.  An ice cream cost 6d and going to the pictures cost 2/6d. It cost 3d for an icy pole.  The only fast food was fish and chips and the occasional hamburger. The bread was delivered and the milk. Sunday meant roast dinner and Monday was always washing day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember when I was growing up that we would be sent to the corner shop to buy ice cream.  It came in a rectangular, cardboard box, which the grocer wrapped in newspaper, to keep it cool.  A few years later, the ice cream started to be sold in round tins, which my mother used as cake tins.  The fruit and veg man would come around every week and the housewives would go out into the street and select their produce.  The back of the truck was covered with a canvas top, supported by a metal frame.  People used to come around selling wooden pegs and &#8216;props&#8217; for the clothesline and every year we used to look forward to the boronia sellers, going door to door.  An ice cream cost 6d and going to the pictures cost 2/6d. It cost 3d for an icy pole.  The only fast food was fish and chips and the occasional hamburger. The bread was delivered and the milk. Sunday meant roast dinner and Monday was always washing day.</p>
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