<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post5139292225448294107..comments</id><updated>2009-06-21T17:15:29.360-07:00</updated><category term='::'/><category term='GOD BLESS AMERICA'/><title type='text'>Comments on Rose About Town: HAPPY FATHER'S DAY</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/feeds/5139292225448294107/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/5139292225448294107/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html'/><author><name>roseabouttown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230333285912843058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkJAYtpAUfE/TguL8a1unAI/AAAAAAAAAho/2EfgJivVIAo/s220/rosephotoby%2Bconnie%2B2011final%2Bcrop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post-4292819809496873615</id><published>2009-06-21T17:15:29.360-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:15:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad had the same code of honor, as did others o...</title><content type='html'>My dad had the same code of honor, as did others of his generation.  I wish there were more like them today.  There are some in the next generation, though - my daughter once found a $5 bill in a dryer with a load of someone else&amp;#39;s clothes she was unloading so she could use the dryer.  She put it back in with the clothes when she was finished, even though her friends told her she was crazy.  She said, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not mine&amp;quot; and left it there.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/5139292225448294107/comments/default/4292819809496873615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/5139292225448294107/comments/default/4292819809496873615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html?showComment=1245629729360#c4292819809496873615' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post-5139292225448294107' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/posts/default/5139292225448294107' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-782156763'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post-1129900474589381353</id><published>2009-06-21T14:21:21.335-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:21:21.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We shared the same wonderful dad. And we both stil...</title><content type='html'>We shared the same wonderful dad. And we both still miss him, don&amp;#39;t we?&lt;br /&gt;Rose</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/5139292225448294107/comments/default/1129900474589381353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/5139292225448294107/comments/default/1129900474589381353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html?showComment=1245619281335#c1129900474589381353' title=''/><author><name>Rose About Town</name><uri>http://gmail.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post-5139292225448294107' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/posts/default/5139292225448294107' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-588454126'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post-8251460190605174100</id><published>2009-06-21T13:30:15.983-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:30:15.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my most profound memories of my Dad goes ba...</title><content type='html'>One of my most profound memories of my Dad goes back about 60 years ago. I had just recently been afforded the the responsibility and opportunity of being allowed to go alone to one of the local grocery stores (Hall&amp;#39;s Market), about 1/2 mile from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list was small, as my folks were really just giving me some trial runs at approximately the age of six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home my Dad told me Mr. Hall had given an extra dime in change, and I needed to go back and return it to him. When I tried to return it, Mr. Hall initially refused to take it back, telling me to keep it. When I would not accept that, he tried to give me some candy bars for my honesty. I finally told him, &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t understand, my Dad told me it is your dime and he would not think it right for me to take the candy bars, either.&amp;quot; Mr. Hall replied, &amp;quot;Well young Mr. Ben, If that is what Clarence wants, by golly, that is exactly the way it will be!  Say &amp;quot;Hi&amp;quot; to your Dad for me, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, I never forget how honest and respected my Dad was, and to this day I have never kept extra change on the many times I have received it....I feel Dad watching me every time someone screws up in my favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great man my Dad was!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/5139292225448294107/comments/default/8251460190605174100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/5139292225448294107/comments/default/8251460190605174100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html?showComment=1245616215983#c8251460190605174100' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.roseabouttown.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1753626248793410190.post-5139292225448294107' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1753626248793410190/posts/default/5139292225448294107' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-37368765'/></entry></feed>
