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	<title>Comments on: Decoration Day</title>
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		<title>By: The Road To Nowhere &#124; Down in Dixie</title>
		<link>http://www.appalachianhistory.net/2012/06/decoration-day.html#comment-15015</link>
		<dc:creator>The Road To Nowhere &#124; Down in Dixie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 15:03:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] in de Appalachen. Eens per jaar in de lente trekken families naar de graven van hun voorouders voor Decoration Day. Alle graven worden schoongemaakt en voorzien van verse bloemen en [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] in de Appalachen. Eens per jaar in de lente trekken families naar de graven van hun voorouders voor Decoration Day. Alle graven worden schoongemaakt en voorzien van verse bloemen en [...]</p>
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		<title>By: tipper</title>
		<link>http://www.appalachianhistory.net/2012/06/decoration-day.html#comment-4204</link>
		<dc:creator>tipper</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 23:46:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Decoration Days have been going on around my part of Appalachia for the past few weeks. I&#039;m hoping to go to one next weekend-that I have to travel by boat to reach : )]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Decoration Days have been going on around my part of Appalachia for the past few weeks. I&#8217;m hoping to go to one next weekend-that I have to travel by boat to reach : )</p>
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		<title>By: Joan</title>
		<link>http://www.appalachianhistory.net/2012/06/decoration-day.html#comment-3873</link>
		<dc:creator>Joan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 01:45:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I miss those old traditions.  However, the weekend before Memorial Day I took my black shepherd for a walk at Emigrant Lake, near the old cemetery.  The parking lot at the cemetery was filled, as was the road leading up the hillside.  Youngsters, oldsters and everyone in between were emptying out of cars, pickups  and just good old guy &quot;rigs&gt;].&quot;  Out of hatchbacks and backs of trucks and rigs came lawnmowers, weedwackers, rakes, shovels, and various kinds of cutting implements.  With some unspoken plan, the work group spread out over the hillside, mowing, wacking, and tending to graves.  There was no food laden table, but the camaraderie of people talking about a shared and honored task was like music.  Thanks for reminding me of that lovely day.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I miss those old traditions.  However, the weekend before Memorial Day I took my black shepherd for a walk at Emigrant Lake, near the old cemetery.  The parking lot at the cemetery was filled, as was the road leading up the hillside.  Youngsters, oldsters and everyone in between were emptying out of cars, pickups  and just good old guy &#8220;rigs&gt;].&#8221;  Out of hatchbacks and backs of trucks and rigs came lawnmowers, weedwackers, rakes, shovels, and various kinds of cutting implements.  With some unspoken plan, the work group spread out over the hillside, mowing, wacking, and tending to graves.  There was no food laden table, but the camaraderie of people talking about a shared and honored task was like music.  Thanks for reminding me of that lovely day.</p>
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