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	<title>Comments on: Turn Out The Lights.</title>
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		<title>By: David Pye</title>
		<link>http://www.davepye.com/2007/07/turn-out-the-lights.htm#comment-3278</link>
		<dc:creator>David Pye</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 10:10:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Thanks for all the kind words, people. We got through it in one piece.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for all the kind words, people. We got through it in one piece.</p>
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		<title>By: twg</title>
		<link>http://www.davepye.com/2007/07/turn-out-the-lights.htm#comment-3264</link>
		<dc:creator>twg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My grandma died in 1994, but she lived about a mile from my parents, and on the way home from getting groceries sometimes, I'll still drive by the little house on Nakota Road.  I wonder about the basement, with its strange murals drawn by my aunt, and the backyard, where I played weird games in my imagination while on the swings and behind the honeysuckle bush.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I remember just after, when they took out a shrub and repainted some of the trim.  I felt almost wounded.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, great post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My grandma died in 1994, but she lived about a mile from my parents, and on the way home from getting groceries sometimes, I&#8217;ll still drive by the little house on Nakota Road.  I wonder about the basement, with its strange murals drawn by my aunt, and the backyard, where I played weird games in my imagination while on the swings and behind the honeysuckle bush.</p>
<p>I remember just after, when they took out a shrub and repainted some of the trim.  I felt almost wounded.</p>
<p>Anyway, great post.</p>
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		<title>By: LooLoo</title>
		<link>http://www.davepye.com/2007/07/turn-out-the-lights.htm#comment-3259</link>
		<dc:creator>LooLoo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ive never been through anything like that and I don't think I ever want too. Sounds absolutely heartbreaking.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ive never been through anything like that and I don&#8217;t think I ever want too. Sounds absolutely heartbreaking.</p>
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		<title>By: Benz Vixen</title>
		<link>http://www.davepye.com/2007/07/turn-out-the-lights.htm#comment-3258</link>
		<dc:creator>Benz Vixen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 08:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know exactly what you going through Dave. My grandparents build their house brick by brick themselves. Since the house was as old as my mother it would age along with my grandparents and required maintenance and repairs. Every summer vacation, I would help my grandpa put a new fence in, paint the garage doors, cut the grass, or plant new flowers with my grandma. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Myself and my immediate family immigrated to Canada, and my grandparents passed on a while ago.  The house is now being taken over by distant relatives. My bro went there to visit just a month ago (former Czechoslovakia). The new owners are turning the family house into a business establishment. The walls were being torn down, and they were boasting how much was removed and changed from the original plan. My bro told me he had tears in his eyes, and so did I after he described the scene to me. The new people have no memories or any sort of attachments to the place. For us it's as if our past is being torn apart. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm living in a new land now, and I guess my old home is gone. It only stays in my memories. All we can do is  form new memories and cherish the old ones Dave.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know exactly what you going through Dave. My grandparents build their house brick by brick themselves. Since the house was as old as my mother it would age along with my grandparents and required maintenance and repairs. Every summer vacation, I would help my grandpa put a new fence in, paint the garage doors, cut the grass, or plant new flowers with my grandma. </p>
<p>Myself and my immediate family immigrated to Canada, and my grandparents passed on a while ago.  The house is now being taken over by distant relatives. My bro went there to visit just a month ago (former Czechoslovakia). The new owners are turning the family house into a business establishment. The walls were being torn down, and they were boasting how much was removed and changed from the original plan. My bro told me he had tears in his eyes, and so did I after he described the scene to me. The new people have no memories or any sort of attachments to the place. For us it&#8217;s as if our past is being torn apart. </p>
<p>I&#8217;m living in a new land now, and I guess my old home is gone. It only stays in my memories. All we can do is  form new memories and cherish the old ones Dave.</p>
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		<title>By: MistressIsis</title>
		<link>http://www.davepye.com/2007/07/turn-out-the-lights.htm#comment-3257</link>
		<dc:creator>MistressIsis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It is sad to realize that we're grown up isn't it? All I can say is I'll be thinking of you on Tuesday &#038; sending you a giant hug!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is sad to realize that we&#8217;re grown up isn&#8217;t it? All I can say is I&#8217;ll be thinking of you on Tuesday &#038; sending you a giant hug!</p>
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		<title>By: the duck</title>
		<link>http://www.davepye.com/2007/07/turn-out-the-lights.htm#comment-3256</link>
		<dc:creator>the duck</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Can relate to this feeling, my friend. Though, I missed the opportunity to clean out my grandparents flat in England, I spent a few lost hours going through the boxes of their things at an old storage barn in Bristol. Gone were the photos of my Grandpa in India as a child. Stolen was my Granny's wedding ring. The china set and silver hairbrush and first addition books sit in a box in Richmond waiting to be shipped. So, enjoy the moments you have left and make sure you say a special good-bye, out loud to your Gran.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Can relate to this feeling, my friend. Though, I missed the opportunity to clean out my grandparents flat in England, I spent a few lost hours going through the boxes of their things at an old storage barn in Bristol. Gone were the photos of my Grandpa in India as a child. Stolen was my Granny&#8217;s wedding ring. The china set and silver hairbrush and first addition books sit in a box in Richmond waiting to be shipped. So, enjoy the moments you have left and make sure you say a special good-bye, out loud to your Gran.</p>
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		<title>By: Dave Pye</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave Pye</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, chief. I feel like Sam during the last episode of Cheers - hence the title.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, chief. I feel like Sam during the last episode of Cheers - hence the title.</p>
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		<title>By: Greg</title>
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		<dc:creator>Greg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just went through the same thing with my aunts house this past winter Dave.  Every little thing you find as you're cleaning out the house brings back a memory.  It's sad, but also nice because you remember all the good times you had with the family member who lived there.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just went through the same thing with my aunts house this past winter Dave.  Every little thing you find as you&#8217;re cleaning out the house brings back a memory.  It&#8217;s sad, but also nice because you remember all the good times you had with the family member who lived there.</p>
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