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		<title>Comment on The Day I Met Tom Holmoe by Christine Jones</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christine Jones</dc:creator>
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		<description>Karyn,

I stumbled upon this article after receiving an email from an organization that seems to be responsible for putting together high school reunions.  They wanted to know if a committe had been formed for the 2008 reunion and asked about some of the senior class officers.  I immediately thought of Pat Nemechek and Tom Holmoe.  So I googled both of their names and found your article about them.  What an uplifting story!  Though I do not belong to any organized religious group, your story about connecting with old friends and the meaning they give to our lives decades later rang particularly true to me in my own recent encounters with decades-old friendships.  Thanks for sharing.  I loved your C.S. Lewis quote and wil remember it.

Christine Jones
Rosemont Jr. HS graduate and CVHS graduate class of &#039;78</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Karyn,</p>
<p>I stumbled upon this article after receiving an email from an organization that seems to be responsible for putting together high school reunions.  They wanted to know if a committe had been formed for the 2008 reunion and asked about some of the senior class officers.  I immediately thought of Pat Nemechek and Tom Holmoe.  So I googled both of their names and found your article about them.  What an uplifting story!  Though I do not belong to any organized religious group, your story about connecting with old friends and the meaning they give to our lives decades later rang particularly true to me in my own recent encounters with decades-old friendships.  Thanks for sharing.  I loved your C.S. Lewis quote and wil remember it.</p>
<p>Christine Jones<br />
Rosemont Jr. HS graduate and CVHS graduate class of &#8216;78</p>
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		<title>Comment on Who Will Lullaby The Fathers? by Allyn E. Rowley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Allyn E. Rowley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 07:51:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Karyn.  Your account of setting on your dad&#039;s lap at that big old while player paino while he pumped and you ran your fingers up and down the keybord brought back a flood of long forgotten memories.  You were four.....five when I was transferred to Long Beach and we had to sell that 1300 pound piano we had bought in Clearfield for $25. We were both sad to have to part with it and I remember you insisting that you would &quot;stroll it to Long Beach&quot;.

Thanks for the memories, the tribute, and the beautiful lullabys you have sent me.   I love you.
                                             Daddy</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Karyn.  Your account of setting on your dad&#8217;s lap at that big old while player paino while he pumped and you ran your fingers up and down the keybord brought back a flood of long forgotten memories.  You were four&#8230;..five when I was transferred to Long Beach and we had to sell that 1300 pound piano we had bought in Clearfield for $25. We were both sad to have to part with it and I remember you insisting that you would &#8220;stroll it to Long Beach&#8221;.</p>
<p>Thanks for the memories, the tribute, and the beautiful lullabys you have sent me.   I love you.<br />
                                             Daddy</p>
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