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	<title>Comments on: Holiday: Talking Turkey</title>
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		<title>By: Judy Donner</title>
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		<dc:creator>Judy Donner</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 23:14:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My brother was old enough to talk but still small enough to sit in a high chair.  After cleaning up his Thanksgiving dinner he loudly announced &quot;Me Pie&quot;, and kept announcing it until he was served his own little piece of Thanksgiving Pie! That quieted him right down.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My brother was old enough to talk but still small enough to sit in a high chair.  After cleaning up his Thanksgiving dinner he loudly announced &#8220;Me Pie&#8221;, and kept announcing it until he was served his own little piece of Thanksgiving Pie! That quieted him right down.</p>
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		<title>By: Pat Larkin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Pat Larkin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 17:40:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Four months into my marriage I was preparing Thanksgiving dinner when it came time to stuff the turkey (with Mom&#039;s famous sausage stuffing).  The problem was that I couldn&#039;t find the cavity to stuff.  At what I now know was the back end of Mr. Tom, I found a small cavity.  Nope, that wouldn&#039;t fit all the stuffing.  At the front end the legs had skin over them wrapped tightly and fastened underneath.  Oh, my.  It&#039;s 11pm.  Time to call my parents 500 miles away.  My Mom and Dad laughed so hard at my dilemma, and of course every relative now knows the story.   Fortunately, with their help, I found how to open the cavity and retrieve the neck &amp; giblets and learned how to stuff the turkey.   These 41 years later I don&#039;t recall the dinner, but I do recall the laughter with dear Mom and Dad for whom I&#039;m most thankful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Four months into my marriage I was preparing Thanksgiving dinner when it came time to stuff the turkey (with Mom&#8217;s famous sausage stuffing).  The problem was that I couldn&#8217;t find the cavity to stuff.  At what I now know was the back end of Mr. Tom, I found a small cavity.  Nope, that wouldn&#8217;t fit all the stuffing.  At the front end the legs had skin over them wrapped tightly and fastened underneath.  Oh, my.  It&#8217;s 11pm.  Time to call my parents 500 miles away.  My Mom and Dad laughed so hard at my dilemma, and of course every relative now knows the story.   Fortunately, with their help, I found how to open the cavity and retrieve the neck &amp; giblets and learned how to stuff the turkey.   These 41 years later I don&#8217;t recall the dinner, but I do recall the laughter with dear Mom and Dad for whom I&#8217;m most thankful.</p>
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		<title>By: Richard Pryor</title>
		<link>http://blog.myheritage.com/2012/11/holiday-talking-turkey/#comment-43287</link>
		<dc:creator>Richard Pryor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 01:31:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The first time we tried to deep fry the turkey my wife over estimated the time the bird needed to cook. when we all sat down to cave the bird it was just like the Griswalds on Christmas vacation. The first cut was followed by a PSST and the bird deflated. We laughed we cried and laughed again when our dogs would not even eat it....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The first time we tried to deep fry the turkey my wife over estimated the time the bird needed to cook. when we all sat down to cave the bird it was just like the Griswalds on Christmas vacation. The first cut was followed by a PSST and the bird deflated. We laughed we cried and laughed again when our dogs would not even eat it&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Darla (Dossett) Jenkins</title>
		<link>http://blog.myheritage.com/2012/11/holiday-talking-turkey/#comment-43270</link>
		<dc:creator>Darla (Dossett) Jenkins</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2012 22:20:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One year my mother-in-law was going to go outside. She screamed when she discovered a snake in her shoe.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One year my mother-in-law was going to go outside. She screamed when she discovered a snake in her shoe.</p>
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		<title>By: Kimberly Johnston-Jennings</title>
		<link>http://blog.myheritage.com/2012/11/holiday-talking-turkey/#comment-43260</link>
		<dc:creator>Kimberly Johnston-Jennings</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2012 19:41:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Being from a large family 7 kids and my parents. Every Thanksgiving mom would cook the large turkey dad got from work, mashed taters, gravy made from scratch, salad, noodles made from scratch, stuffing, veggies,deviled eggs, salad, biscuits and homemade pie.  It became a tradition for me getting caught sneaking bites of the stuffing while the turkey was still in the oven.  Mom still reminds me to this day. While mom was cooking the meal us kids watched the parade, took turns helping in the kitchen and kept busy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Being from a large family 7 kids and my parents. Every Thanksgiving mom would cook the large turkey dad got from work, mashed taters, gravy made from scratch, salad, noodles made from scratch, stuffing, veggies,deviled eggs, salad, biscuits and homemade pie.  It became a tradition for me getting caught sneaking bites of the stuffing while the turkey was still in the oven.  Mom still reminds me to this day. While mom was cooking the meal us kids watched the parade, took turns helping in the kitchen and kept busy.</p>
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		<title>By: Marcia Fowler mensing</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marcia Fowler mensing</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2012 20:40:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>During the Thanksgiving holidays, my brother Ward was home from his university studies. Even though he was a veteran of four years in the Marine Corps during World War II, his sense of humor was still remarkably intact. As part of a taxidermy class, he was required to practice his new skills on a mouse. He decided to add a little extra humor to the festivities by placing this stuffed mouse under our uncle&#039;s napkin. (Since our aunt was the excitable type, we had to warn her about this ahead of time.)When Uncle Rusty removed the napkin to place it on his lap, the mouse fell from the table onto his lap. Everyone,including our uncle, dissolved into laughter.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>During the Thanksgiving holidays, my brother Ward was home from his university studies. Even though he was a veteran of four years in the Marine Corps during World War II, his sense of humor was still remarkably intact. As part of a taxidermy class, he was required to practice his new skills on a mouse. He decided to add a little extra humor to the festivities by placing this stuffed mouse under our uncle&#8217;s napkin. (Since our aunt was the excitable type, we had to warn her about this ahead of time.)When Uncle Rusty removed the napkin to place it on his lap, the mouse fell from the table onto his lap. Everyone,including our uncle, dissolved into laughter.</p>
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