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	<title>Comments on: Little Boots</title>
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		<title>By: Beck</title>
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		<description>Your comment about bent nails having their own value made me think of my grandmother.  She could have been a roll model for Laura Ingalls.  Her older brother was a carpenter and she loved to help him as soon as she could hammer.  

One of my fondest memories of being at her house is as soon as each of her grandchildren were old enough to hammer, she always had several hammers, small pieces on 2 x 4&#039;s and a small bucket of nails.  We would sit on the front porch and hammer until our hearts were content.  It was such an unusual way for grandchildren to be heard and not seen.  Often there were several of us hammering at the same time and there never seemed to be any arguing.  She was a special type of grandmother.  I want to be just like her when I grow up!

Beck</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your comment about bent nails having their own value made me think of my grandmother.  She could have been a roll model for Laura Ingalls.  Her older brother was a carpenter and she loved to help him as soon as she could hammer.  </p>
<p>One of my fondest memories of being at her house is as soon as each of her grandchildren were old enough to hammer, she always had several hammers, small pieces on 2 x 4&#8217;s and a small bucket of nails.  We would sit on the front porch and hammer until our hearts were content.  It was such an unusual way for grandchildren to be heard and not seen.  Often there were several of us hammering at the same time and there never seemed to be any arguing.  She was a special type of grandmother.  I want to be just like her when I grow up!</p>
<p>Beck</p>
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