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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><updated>2025-08-25T12:59:48Z</updated><id>tag:sursumcorda.salemsattic.com,2018:/isso/thread/post/the-holidays-of-my-childhood</id><title>Comments for sursumcorda.salemsattic.com/post/the-holidays-of-my-childhood</title><entry><id>tag:sursumcorda.salemsattic.com,2018:/isso/1617/5237</id><title>Comment #5237</title><updated>2025-08-25T12:59:48Z</updated><author><name>Laurie</name></author><link href="https://sursumcorda.salemsattic.com/post/the-holidays-of-my-childhood#isso-5237" /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;What delightful memories!!  We were blessed with special friends and neighborhoods and churches and family.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As you said, often anticipation was half the fun.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;...from your friend the Pepper Shaker&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:sursumcorda.salemsattic.com,2018:/isso/1617/5236</id><title>Comment #5236</title><updated>2025-08-25T05:19:59Z</updated><author><name>Kathy Lewis</name></author><link href="https://sursumcorda.salemsattic.com/post/the-holidays-of-my-childhood#isso-5236" /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A lot of this sounds similar to mine, though I don't remember doing anything for New Year's Eve or St. Patrick's day. We didn't have a big Easter dinner, since we had church that morning and my mother figured that we'd eaten enough Easter candy to not want real food anyway.  Thanksgiving was a real feast though, always with a few of Dad's international students and an old friend of my parents named Charlie Erickson.  He taught at Rutgers and spent the summers traveling to exotic and out-of-the-way places, and Thanksgiving evening we would see slides of his most recent trip, which were NEVER boring. We almost never saw him anytime except at Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has not been quite the same for me since he died.&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry></feed>