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	<title>Comments on: Sweet Home Methodist Church</title>
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		<title>By: AR</title>
		<link>http://cocoasmiles.com/2009/06/15/sweet-home-methodist-church/comment-page-1/#comment-1467</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 13:31:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey D, 
Thanks for the comment. Being there was like stepping back in time. So many people have memories like yours and my Dad&#039;s.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey D,<br />
Thanks for the comment. Being there was like stepping back in time. So many people have memories like yours and my Dad&#8217;s.</p>
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		<title>By: delores</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 17:41:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I loved this...it remindes me of when I was a little girl and me &amp; my brothers would go to my grandma house every summer.  The name of the town was Hillsboro and it&#039;s near Decatur, Ala. I use to HATE going there because there was not indoor bathroom or water. And my grandmother had a TV but would not allow us to turn it on.  We would have to go over to my aunt&#039;s how to watch TV for about 1 hour every other day.  She always wanted us to play outside.  I am glad she did, because it was fun making us imaginary people &amp; thing.  This is something that the kids now a days do not do.  We would have to good to the well to get water.  My grandmother would get us up at 5:30AM every morning to start our chores and we would be finished by 10:30. I was not a happy camper.  But when I got much older (teenager) and we did not have to go down there and stay with her during the summer; is when I realized how much fun it was to go there and how much I really miss not going anymore.  I have the best memories of my time there and it also was on very small town. So...thanks for sharing your dad&#039;s story with us and helping me to remember how much fun I had.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved this&#8230;it remindes me of when I was a little girl and me &amp; my brothers would go to my grandma house every summer.  The name of the town was Hillsboro and it&#8217;s near Decatur, Ala. I use to HATE going there because there was not indoor bathroom or water. And my grandmother had a TV but would not allow us to turn it on.  We would have to go over to my aunt&#8217;s how to watch TV for about 1 hour every other day.  She always wanted us to play outside.  I am glad she did, because it was fun making us imaginary people &amp; thing.  This is something that the kids now a days do not do.  We would have to good to the well to get water.  My grandmother would get us up at 5:30AM every morning to start our chores and we would be finished by 10:30. I was not a happy camper.  But when I got much older (teenager) and we did not have to go down there and stay with her during the summer; is when I realized how much fun it was to go there and how much I really miss not going anymore.  I have the best memories of my time there and it also was on very small town. So&#8230;thanks for sharing your dad&#8217;s story with us and helping me to remember how much fun I had.</p>
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