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<channel><title><![CDATA[Blog4Change.org - Comments for article: ~Thoughts of Tastes~ of The Past~]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org</link><description /><language>en-us</language><copyright><![CDATA[http://www.blog4change.org]]></copyright><generator>N/A</generator><webMaster>webmaster@blog4change.org</webMaster><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 05:14:29 UTC</lastBuildDate><ttl>20</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[~Thoughts of Tastes~ of The Past~]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org/articles/3112/1/Thoughts-of-Tastes-of-The-Past/Page1.html#Comment2365</link><description><![CDATA[Positively positive memories. Good on you Old Soul. Thanks for that.<br/><br/>
Comment posted by John Kitsco at 10:33 am, Sun 1st Aug 2010]]></description><author>no@spam.com (John Kitsco)</author><pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 01 Aug 2010 10:33:40 UTC]]></pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.blog4change.org/articles/3112/1/Thoughts-of-Tastes-of-The-Past/Page1.html#Comment2365</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[~Thoughts of Tastes~ of The Past~]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org/articles/3112/1/Thoughts-of-Tastes-of-The-Past/Page1.html#Comment2353</link><description><![CDATA[i love your writing   old soul        just reading the article makes me hungary    
 i also remember  going into the garden and eating what ever i could right from  the ground   dirt and all       also the occasional sneeking into surrounding  neighbours gardens and raiding a  little     made it taste  all that much sweeter<br/><br/>
Comment posted by vivian at 6:43 am, Thu 29th Jul 2010]]></description><author>no@spam.com (vivian)</author><pubDate><![CDATA[Thu, 29 Jul 2010 06:43:51 UTC]]></pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.blog4change.org/articles/3112/1/Thoughts-of-Tastes-of-The-Past/Page1.html#Comment2353</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[~Thoughts of Tastes~ of The Past~]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org/articles/3112/1/Thoughts-of-Tastes-of-The-Past/Page1.html#Comment2341</link><description><![CDATA[An excellenet blog, "Old Soul".  Yes, all those special memories; i still
remember Mom and Dad working in the garden; we were so fortunate,
to have those tasty meals; remembering, fresh tomatoes for lunches,
delicate beans and sauce, fresh young potatoes with dill, young corn on the cob; we had so much more than what we realized at those during those precious years.<br/><br/>
Comment posted by Doris at 7:43 pm, Mon 26th Jul 2010]]></description><author>no@spam.com (Doris)</author><pubDate><![CDATA[Mon, 26 Jul 2010 19:43:55 UTC]]></pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.blog4change.org/articles/3112/1/Thoughts-of-Tastes-of-The-Past/Page1.html#Comment2341</guid></item></channel></rss>