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	<title>Comments on: Sounds from My Past</title>
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	<description>I am not a has-been. I am a will be. Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 13:12:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Grannymar</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5455</link>
		<dc:creator>Grannymar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:08:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Paddy I remember him well</description>
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		<title>By: Paddy Bloggit</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5451</link>
		<dc:creator>Paddy Bloggit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>ooops .......... Micheál</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ooops &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;. Micheál</p>
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		<title>By: Paddy Bloggit</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5450</link>
		<dc:creator>Paddy Bloggit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 13:59:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Talking of G.A.A. .... the one and only voice has to be Michál O'Hehir!

He brought radio to life. The 'Voice of Gaeldom' - he died at the age of 76 in 1996. R.I.P.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Talking of G.A.A. &#8230;. the one and only voice has to be Michál O&#8217;Hehir!</p>
<p>He brought radio to life. The &#8216;Voice of Gaeldom&#8217; - he died at the age of 76 in 1996. R.I.P.</p>
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		<title>By: Grannymar</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5437</link>
		<dc:creator>Grannymar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 08:32:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Judy ~ singing is a wonderful talent, no weight to carry and it gives such pleasure and memories to those all around.

Paddy ~ OK, you are allowed out to play today! :D

Fergal ~ Welcome  to the club!  There was a fellow on a Sunday night who always started his sports report with "My game today was at Dalymount Park where I saw....."!  Who was he?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Judy ~ singing is a wonderful talent, no weight to carry and it gives such pleasure and memories to those all around.</p>
<p>Paddy ~ OK, you are allowed out to play today! <img src='http://www.grannymar.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Fergal ~ Welcome  to the club!  There was a fellow on a Sunday night who always started his sports report with &#8220;My game today was at Dalymount Park where I saw&#8230;..&#8221;!  Who was he?</p>
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		<title>By: Fergal</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5431</link>
		<dc:creator>Fergal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 01:28:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The sound of Micháel Muruthurthaigh's voice always makes me think of the kitchen radio on a Sunday as a child, as my parents made the dinner and kept tabs on the matches up and town the country</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The sound of Micháel Muruthurthaigh&#8217;s voice always makes me think of the kitchen radio on a Sunday as a child, as my parents made the dinner and kept tabs on the matches up and town the country</p>
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		<title>By: Paddy Bloggit</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5427</link>
		<dc:creator>Paddy Bloggit</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 23:42:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The sound of chains as Grannymar hits me for another period of detention!  :cry:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The sound of chains as Grannymar hits me for another period of detention!  <img src='http://www.grannymar.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif' alt=':cry:' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: kenju</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5425</link>
		<dc:creator>kenju</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 23:03:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The sounds of my grandmother singing "I come to the garden alone..." while she cooked. The sound of coal popping in my great-grandparent's fireplaces. The sound of anyone playing the piano. We had a pressure cooker too, and I well remember the sound of it. The sound of Farfel (I think) singing the jingle for chocolate drink....."N-E-S-T-L-E-S.....Nestle's make the very best - choc.......lat!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The sounds of my grandmother singing &#8220;I come to the garden alone&#8230;&#8221; while she cooked. The sound of coal popping in my great-grandparent&#8217;s fireplaces. The sound of anyone playing the piano. We had a pressure cooker too, and I well remember the sound of it. The sound of Farfel (I think) singing the jingle for chocolate drink&#8230;..&#8221;N-E-S-T-L-E-S&#8230;..Nestle&#8217;s make the very best - choc&#8230;&#8230;.lat!</p>
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		<title>By: Grannymar</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5421</link>
		<dc:creator>Grannymar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 21:08:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Baino ~ my youngest brother covered his ears and ran up stairs when the 'train came into the station', thats how we described the pressure cooker!

Nick ~ I think we were deprived!  No gramophone and no TV until 1964!  We were far to busy singing. :D</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Baino ~ my youngest brother covered his ears and ran up stairs when the &#8216;train came into the station&#8217;, thats how we described the pressure cooker!</p>
<p>Nick ~ I think we were deprived!  No gramophone and no TV until 1964!  We were far to busy singing. <img src='http://www.grannymar.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Nick</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 20:52:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lorks, you never had a gramophone? You mean you missed those essential formative experiences of the needle getting stuck and having to wipe off the bits of fluff? Not to mention one of those precious 78s snapping in half and severe parental displeasure....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lorks, you never had a gramophone? You mean you missed those essential formative experiences of the needle getting stuck and having to wipe off the bits of fluff? Not to mention one of those precious 78s snapping in half and severe parental displeasure&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Baino</title>
		<link>http://www.grannymar.com/blog/2008/03/25/sounds-from-past/#comment-5418</link>
		<dc:creator>Baino</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 20:17:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lovely story GrannyMar, I remember my grandma using one of those huge china bowls with a beige glaze. My mother was a fan of the pressure cooker too but it scared the bejeezus out of me I was always afraid the lid would blow. I'm more a 'smell' person (not smelly) but morning birdsong here is loud enough to be an alarm. I love the sound of the see at night when everything else is quiet, summer storms and warm rain but these days, it's the sound of my children arriving safely home, noisily kicking off their shoes and not so quietly giggling and going to the fridge for a late night snack. I know then I can settle for the night knowing they're safe and sound.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely story GrannyMar, I remember my grandma using one of those huge china bowls with a beige glaze. My mother was a fan of the pressure cooker too but it scared the bejeezus out of me I was always afraid the lid would blow. I&#8217;m more a &#8217;smell&#8217; person (not smelly) but morning birdsong here is loud enough to be an alarm. I love the sound of the see at night when everything else is quiet, summer storms and warm rain but these days, it&#8217;s the sound of my children arriving safely home, noisily kicking off their shoes and not so quietly giggling and going to the fridge for a late night snack. I know then I can settle for the night knowing they&#8217;re safe and sound.</p>
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