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		<title>Comment on Smallmouth Bass the Lightweight Champion by New Entry: Smallmouth Bass the Lightweight Champion &#124; Knot My Line</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/fishing/smallmouth-bass-the-lightweight-champion/#comment-320</link>
		<dc:creator>New Entry: Smallmouth Bass the Lightweight Champion &#124; Knot My Line</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 00:17:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on Steelhead? Max Hooks a Rock by New Entry: Steelhead? Max Hooks a Rock &#124; Knot My Line</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/fishing/steelhead-max-hooks-a-rock/#comment-319</link>
		<dc:creator>New Entry: Steelhead? Max Hooks a Rock &#124; Knot My Line</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 23:58:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on Moving Mom by Nancy</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/2007/02/06/moving-mom/#comment-17</link>
		<dc:creator>Nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 13:03:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://knotmyline.com/2007/02/06/moving-mom/#comment-17</guid>
		<description>I have to pimp you about your comment that I had just left from spending my annual vacation.  Surely you jest!!!  First, visiting Mom was never a vacation; she worked me from sun up to sun down.  lol  Second, I had NO vacation before I retired.  I do remember going through nearly everything in her apartment when I was there on my Easter break from school (arriving home in time to get to school the next morning at 6:00 a.m.), following her directions (Whatever did happen to her coffee pot when you moved her?), giving things away she couldn't take when she moved, and cleaning 'til late at night; she had already made the decision to move.  In fact, I went to the assisted living place (can't remember the name now) with her to visit and help her make up her mind.  Just setting the record straight; you know Mom always liked you best....lol N</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have to pimp you about your comment that I had just left from spending my annual vacation.  Surely you jest!!!  First, visiting Mom was never a vacation; she worked me from sun up to sun down.  lol  Second, I had NO vacation before I retired.  I do remember going through nearly everything in her apartment when I was there on my Easter break from school (arriving home in time to get to school the next morning at 6:00 a.m.), following her directions (Whatever did happen to her coffee pot when you moved her?), giving things away she couldn&#8217;t take when she moved, and cleaning &#8217;til late at night; she had already made the decision to move.  In fact, I went to the assisted living place (can&#8217;t remember the name now) with her to visit and help her make up her mind.  Just setting the record straight; you know Mom always liked you best&#8230;.lol N</p>
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		<title>Comment on Vegas In a Weekend by Andrew</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/28/weekend-in-vegas/#comment-12</link>
		<dc:creator>Andrew</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 09:41:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/28/weekend-in-vegas/#comment-12</guid>
		<description>Grandpa! I just checked out your blogs, I love it. It's very interesting, just one thing though on this one...it's Las Vegas, not Los Vegas. 

but suddenly a plan evolved for the boys to spend the weekend in &lt;i&gt;Los&lt;/i&gt; Vegas</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Grandpa! I just checked out your blogs, I love it. It&#8217;s very interesting, just one thing though on this one&#8230;it&#8217;s Las Vegas, not Los Vegas. </p>
<p>but suddenly a plan evolved for the boys to spend the weekend in <i>Los</i> Vegas</p>
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		<title>Comment on Life Is Never Easy by Racquel</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/14/life-is-never-easy/#comment-11</link>
		<dc:creator>Racquel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 20:55:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/14/life-is-never-easy/#comment-11</guid>
		<description>Wow.  This is a window into life, if ever there was one.  Made me cry a lttle.  Thank you for writing it.  I love you, Rox</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow.  This is a window into life, if ever there was one.  Made me cry a lttle.  Thank you for writing it.  I love you, Rox</p>
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		<title>Comment on Blogging: An Editor for Knot My Line by son</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/11/an-editor-for-knot-my-line/#comment-9</link>
		<dc:creator>son</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 01:42:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/11/an-editor-for-knot-my-line/#comment-9</guid>
		<description>What??? We have an inheritence??? I thought all we were going to inherit were your Visa and Mastercard bills??</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What??? We have an inheritence??? I thought all we were going to inherit were your Visa and Mastercard bills??</p>
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		<title>Comment on Tears in the Wood Shed by Cathy (DIL)</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/02/tears-in-the-wood-shed/#comment-8</link>
		<dc:creator>Cathy (DIL)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2006 04:25:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/02/tears-in-the-wood-shed/#comment-8</guid>
		<description>2 of the grandsons are familiar with the story.  One of his grandsons excused himself from the dinner table.  He was gone for a few moments.  Of course, we had to continue with cleaning up the kitchen.  He came back, and of course, had drawn and cut out a  fish.  All we could do is laugh!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>2 of the grandsons are familiar with the story.  One of his grandsons excused himself from the dinner table.  He was gone for a few moments.  Of course, we had to continue with cleaning up the kitchen.  He came back, and of course, had drawn and cut out a  fish.  All we could do is laugh!</p>
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		<title>Comment on My Most Memorable Person by Lynn</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/03/my-most-memorable-person/#comment-7</link>
		<dc:creator>Lynn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 13:31:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/03/my-most-memorable-person/#comment-7</guid>
		<description>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;When I was a young girl, I attended the Joyce Kilmer Elementary school at 6700 N. Greenview, Chicago, Illinois 60626, from kindergarten to third grade. Unfortunately I did not pass first grade the first time I took it. That year, I had a teacher who was hardly at the school and many in that class did not pass to the next grade.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;I already lacked assurance in my abilities and was understandably upset that I was held behind.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;When I started the new school year I was assigned to Mrs. Posternack. She had flaming red hair, must have been in her thirties or forties and was one of the most compassionate, patient persons I had encountered in my short seven years. Mrs. Posternack would be my teacher for the next two years. With her guidance and patience, I developed the self assurance and tenacity to try new things that I now possess.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;During the mid sixties musicals were the height of entertainment in the movie industry. Some favorites were the King and I, Oklahoma, Hello Dolly, and The Sound of Music.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;Mrs. Posternack incorporated these into our daily classes, which included the basics of reading, writing and mathematics, art, drawing and music.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;Being a natural born spotlight hog Mrs. Posternack used my willingness to perform in front of others to teach me.  She had me memorize lyrics to the King and I (I got to play Anna) as well as songs from Hello Dolly; Take me out to the Ballgame and several other songs from other musicals.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;What I did not understand then was that memorizing these lines would help me with my class work over the years.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;She also insisted that we all learn the poem that was in the auditorium written by Joyce Kilmer, A Tree. For years I could remember the poem - but at times would forget who the poet was.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;The one thing I have not forgotten in nearly forty years is the warmth and love this woman gave to all the children in her class. Mrs. Posternack made learning fun and did not make any of us feel as if we were ever being forced to do something we did not want to do. Because class was fun, I never wanted to miss a day. Mrs. Posternack with her red hair, warm smile and hugs always made me feel cared for, energized and wanting to learn something new.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;She made each of us feel as if we were important, her favorite and able to do anything she asked of us.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;When, it was time for me to go to third grade, I felt lost at first, so I would occasionally sneak over to the first grade room, where she was teaching to catch a glimpse of her and say hi.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;Perhaps because of her, I enjoy sharing my knowledge with others.  At work I supervise others and at times teach new employees what they will be doing when they are out of class about what the job entails. The biggest joy I get from it is hearing someone say "thank you, I never knew I could do that", or "I had fun today - I learned a lot". What they do not realize, is that I get to see my job through their eyes.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;The same is true for any child who is learning and discovering their world. If you sit down with them at their level and watch, you can see them figure things out and put solutions together in their heads. It is as if you get to see the world anew, and remember what a huge place it is as well as that anything is possible. Just put one foot in front of the other and stay balanced.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;Mrs. Posternack may or may not know how much I appreciated her, and there have been times I wished I could have thanked her personally. She influenced my life in so many ways.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">When I was a young girl, I attended the Joyce Kilmer Elementary school at 6700 N. Greenview, Chicago, Illinois 60626, from kindergarten to third grade. Unfortunately I did not pass first grade the first time I took it. That year, I had a teacher who was hardly at the school and many in that class did not pass to the next grade.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">I already lacked assurance in my abilities and was understandably upset that I was held behind.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">When I started the new school year I was assigned to Mrs. Posternack. She had flaming red hair, must have been in her thirties or forties and was one of the most compassionate, patient persons I had encountered in my short seven years. Mrs. Posternack would be my teacher for the next two years. With her guidance and patience, I developed the self assurance and tenacity to try new things that I now possess.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">During the mid sixties musicals were the height of entertainment in the movie industry. Some favorites were the King and I, Oklahoma, Hello Dolly, and The Sound of Music.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">Mrs. Posternack incorporated these into our daily classes, which included the basics of reading, writing and mathematics, art, drawing and music.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">Being a natural born spotlight hog Mrs. Posternack used my willingness to perform in front of others to teach me.  She had me memorize lyrics to the King and I (I got to play Anna) as well as songs from Hello Dolly; Take me out to the Ballgame and several other songs from other musicals.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">What I did not understand then was that memorizing these lines would help me with my class work over the years.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">She also insisted that we all learn the poem that was in the auditorium written by Joyce Kilmer, A Tree. For years I could remember the poem - but at times would forget who the poet was.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">The one thing I have not forgotten in nearly forty years is the warmth and love this woman gave to all the children in her class. Mrs. Posternack made learning fun and did not make any of us feel as if we were ever being forced to do something we did not want to do. Because class was fun, I never wanted to miss a day. Mrs. Posternack with her red hair, warm smile and hugs always made me feel cared for, energized and wanting to learn something new.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">She made each of us feel as if we were important, her favorite and able to do anything she asked of us.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">When, it was time for me to go to third grade, I felt lost at first, so I would occasionally sneak over to the first grade room, where she was teaching to catch a glimpse of her and say hi.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">Perhaps because of her, I enjoy sharing my knowledge with others.  At work I supervise others and at times teach new employees what they will be doing when they are out of class about what the job entails. The biggest joy I get from it is hearing someone say &#8220;thank you, I never knew I could do that&#8221;, or &#8220;I had fun today - I learned a lot&#8221;. What they do not realize, is that I get to see my job through their eyes.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">The same is true for any child who is learning and discovering their world. If you sit down with them at their level and watch, you can see them figure things out and put solutions together in their heads. It is as if you get to see the world anew, and remember what a huge place it is as well as that anything is possible. Just put one foot in front of the other and stay balanced.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">Mrs. Posternack may or may not know how much I appreciated her, and there have been times I wished I could have thanked her personally. She influenced my life in so many ways.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Tears in the Wood Shed by Racquel</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/02/tears-in-the-wood-shed/#comment-6</link>
		<dc:creator>Racquel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 04:44:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>But if he brought back fish for dinner, he wouldn't get whopped!</description>
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		<title>Comment on My Most Memorable Person by Racquel</title>
		<link>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/03/my-most-memorable-person/#comment-5</link>
		<dc:creator>Racquel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 04:43:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://knotmyline.com/2006/12/03/my-most-memorable-person/#comment-5</guid>
		<description>Dad, I'm so very very very happy that you are writing down your memories and important events of your life... and exploring your other interests like the State of Jefferson. Thank you so much for sharing this story. I try telling it and it never sounds as genuine as when you tell it. I love you!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dad, I&#8217;m so very very very happy that you are writing down your memories and important events of your life&#8230; and exploring your other interests like the State of Jefferson. Thank you so much for sharing this story. I try telling it and it never sounds as genuine as when you tell it. I love you!</p>
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