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		<title>By: Glen Lavoid McILvain</title>
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		<dc:creator>Glen Lavoid McILvain</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 03:42:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well Charles I have very much injoyed learning more about my Grandfather, it seems as though we realy do have a lot of the same likes in life as he did,and I can understand more now why I was named after him. I hope I have made him poud of me, and have carried his name well.As the years go by I also can see my taste in food differant,and cultures I can appriciate my Uncle Charles more. 
I wish Charles you my mother,could make a trip with me to China, if I can make this Happen I will. Think about it .  Love Ya Uncle Charles   Glen    Good Story about Grandad and you Frather, im sure he proud of you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well Charles I have very much injoyed learning more about my Grandfather, it seems as though we realy do have a lot of the same likes in life as he did,and I can understand more now why I was named after him. I hope I have made him poud of me, and have carried his name well.As the years go by I also can see my taste in food differant,and cultures I can appriciate my Uncle Charles more.<br />
I wish Charles you my mother,could make a trip with me to China, if I can make this Happen I will. Think about it .  Love Ya Uncle Charles   Glen    Good Story about Grandad and you Frather, im sure he proud of you.</p>
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		<title>By: Suzi White</title>
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		<dc:creator>Suzi White</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 01:01:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Charles, what a wonderful tribute to your father.  While reading it, I felt I was reliving the memories with you.  By the end, I too, was in tears.  Not only thinking of my own losses, but of yours and how it must have felt to grow up without your Daddy. The writing was very vivid and emotional.  Keep writing and I will definately be back to read more.
Thank you..</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Charles, what a wonderful tribute to your father.  While reading it, I felt I was reliving the memories with you.  By the end, I too, was in tears.  Not only thinking of my own losses, but of yours and how it must have felt to grow up without your Daddy. The writing was very vivid and emotional.  Keep writing and I will definately be back to read more.<br />
Thank you..</p>
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		<title>By: John Coats</title>
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		<dc:creator>John Coats</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 15:39:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Charles,
What a beautifully written, moving essay and tribute--a gift to your father, yourself, and to all of us with sweet memories of our fathers. My own dad grew up in Dallas; I wonder if he and your father crossed paths. My dad was also a fallen Baptist. At his funeral, however, the preacher did just the opposite, going on about how &quot;Brother Coats&quot; had been such a fine Christian man, loved church.....&quot; Which might have been tolerable had it been just a family thing, but so many of his old miscreant pals were in attendance. So when I got up to speak for the family, I opened with something like &quot;As I listened, I kept asking myself, &#039;Who the hell is he talking about?&#039;&quot; His buddies laughed out loud. One of them told me later, &quot;I thought about shootin&#039; that sumbitch (the preacher).&quot; 
Thanks for helping me to remember being in my dad&#039;s lap holding the steering wheel as he worked the pedals and gears of the pickup. And I remember going fishing with him and playing catch. I, too, wept, lost it really, at the same moment in Field of Dreams (as did most of the men in the theater). Dad was still alive and I went to see him right away. 
Thanks for this.
John</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Charles,<br />
What a beautifully written, moving essay and tribute&#8211;a gift to your father, yourself, and to all of us with sweet memories of our fathers. My own dad grew up in Dallas; I wonder if he and your father crossed paths. My dad was also a fallen Baptist. At his funeral, however, the preacher did just the opposite, going on about how &#8220;Brother Coats&#8221; had been such a fine Christian man, loved church&#8230;..&#8221; Which might have been tolerable had it been just a family thing, but so many of his old miscreant pals were in attendance. So when I got up to speak for the family, I opened with something like &#8220;As I listened, I kept asking myself, &#8216;Who the hell is he talking about?&#8217;&#8221; His buddies laughed out loud. One of them told me later, &#8220;I thought about shootin&#8217; that sumbitch (the preacher).&#8221;<br />
Thanks for helping me to remember being in my dad&#8217;s lap holding the steering wheel as he worked the pedals and gears of the pickup. And I remember going fishing with him and playing catch. I, too, wept, lost it really, at the same moment in Field of Dreams (as did most of the men in the theater). Dad was still alive and I went to see him right away.<br />
Thanks for this.<br />
John</p>
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		<title>By: Marilyn Ellis</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marilyn Ellis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 11:53:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Charles:

So very well written. The way you tied it to food was quite unique and refreshing. You should write a book about your life. I, of course, would be one of the most central figures, but I digress. Family relationships are sometimes hard, but such an integral part of who we are. It&#039;s been a pleasure to have you as part of my family unit, and I agree with my siblings, we don&#039;t see nearly enough of you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Charles:</p>
<p>So very well written. The way you tied it to food was quite unique and refreshing. You should write a book about your life. I, of course, would be one of the most central figures, but I digress. Family relationships are sometimes hard, but such an integral part of who we are. It&#8217;s been a pleasure to have you as part of my family unit, and I agree with my siblings, we don&#8217;t see nearly enough of you.</p>
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		<title>By: Mika Webb</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mika Webb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 00:45:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You knew I would take a few days to read this...I had the opportunity to grow up with my father, yet still lost him too soon. They are precious in ways we do not always appreciate, until too late, or we wish we had let them know even more when we had the chance, only as we all know, we are not always warned when a loved one will be taken from us. I still feel robbed in a way, I am sure it is beacuse it is still so fresh. I strongly believe, having been allowed the opportunity to work with and get to know you, that you Daddy is looking down on you proudly. You are one of the kindest and most gracious people I know.I know that he can see beyond what we can here. I am sure he knows that you have grown into a wonderful man. Lord, I swear i can hear that southern preachers drawl like he was speaking in my living room while reading this, haahaa. Thank you for sharing...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You knew I would take a few days to read this&#8230;I had the opportunity to grow up with my father, yet still lost him too soon. They are precious in ways we do not always appreciate, until too late, or we wish we had let them know even more when we had the chance, only as we all know, we are not always warned when a loved one will be taken from us. I still feel robbed in a way, I am sure it is beacuse it is still so fresh. I strongly believe, having been allowed the opportunity to work with and get to know you, that you Daddy is looking down on you proudly. You are one of the kindest and most gracious people I know.I know that he can see beyond what we can here. I am sure he knows that you have grown into a wonderful man. Lord, I swear i can hear that southern preachers drawl like he was speaking in my living room while reading this, haahaa. Thank you for sharing&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Byron James</title>
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		<dc:creator>Byron James</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 05:48:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Charles,
    Thanks for the good words about your father... my grandfather. I was three years old when he died. I have no concrete memories of him, but I do feel like I knew him and that memory is like waking up from a dream and not being able to remember what it was about, but also wanting to remember because it was good. That has been frustrating for me. Your words made me think about the special bond between father and son, and how it is sometimes difficult to get past all the generational differences and the hard work it takes to understand your father as a person, and sometimes more importantly, as he was as a boy. My father broke a lot of negative patterns and passed on a generous legacy for me and my sisters. I also treasure my relationship with you as my only uncle, and sometimes our relationship has been more like brothers than uncle and nephew. I wish I could see you more as the years advance.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Charles,<br />
    Thanks for the good words about your father&#8230; my grandfather. I was three years old when he died. I have no concrete memories of him, but I do feel like I knew him and that memory is like waking up from a dream and not being able to remember what it was about, but also wanting to remember because it was good. That has been frustrating for me. Your words made me think about the special bond between father and son, and how it is sometimes difficult to get past all the generational differences and the hard work it takes to understand your father as a person, and sometimes more importantly, as he was as a boy. My father broke a lot of negative patterns and passed on a generous legacy for me and my sisters. I also treasure my relationship with you as my only uncle, and sometimes our relationship has been more like brothers than uncle and nephew. I wish I could see you more as the years advance.</p>
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		<title>By: Tina Martin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tina Martin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 03:02:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are a wonderful writer, my friend.  Your childhood memories flickered like a movie in my mind.  And I love, LOVE, the pictures.  They are priceless treasures.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are a wonderful writer, my friend.  Your childhood memories flickered like a movie in my mind.  And I love, LOVE, the pictures.  They are priceless treasures.</p>
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		<title>By: Barbara Grove</title>
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		<dc:creator>Barbara Grove</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 23:04:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, my dearest friend, I&#039;m in tears after reading your beautifully-written and very candid remembrance of your father, your childhood and your loving family! Thank you for being willing to share those memories, painful and joyous, with so many of us who love you dearly!

Barbara</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, my dearest friend, I&#8217;m in tears after reading your beautifully-written and very candid remembrance of your father, your childhood and your loving family! Thank you for being willing to share those memories, painful and joyous, with so many of us who love you dearly!</p>
<p>Barbara</p>
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		<title>By: Gail</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gail</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 19:22:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So beautifully written, Charles.  Thanks for sharing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So beautifully written, Charles.  Thanks for sharing.</p>
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		<title>By: Karen Stafford</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen Stafford</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 18:01:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Charles, what a pleasure it was to read your thoughts and perceptions about your father and your relationship with him.  Never having the opportunity to meet him is one of the few regrets of my life, as my mother was pregnant with me when he died. My only possessions of him are a print of the portrait you include in this blog and a 1958 ashtray (the year of his death and the year of my birth), given to me by Mema.  Apparently it was part of a stop-smoking campaign, or at least that was the story I was told.   Thank you for this glimpse of him. And congratulations for your hard work to move past some of those old barriers to a more peace-filled mind.

Throughout the years, I have always enjoyed your visits to whereever we lived.  I wish we could see you more often!

Love, Karen</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Charles, what a pleasure it was to read your thoughts and perceptions about your father and your relationship with him.  Never having the opportunity to meet him is one of the few regrets of my life, as my mother was pregnant with me when he died. My only possessions of him are a print of the portrait you include in this blog and a 1958 ashtray (the year of his death and the year of my birth), given to me by Mema.  Apparently it was part of a stop-smoking campaign, or at least that was the story I was told.   Thank you for this glimpse of him. And congratulations for your hard work to move past some of those old barriers to a more peace-filled mind.</p>
<p>Throughout the years, I have always enjoyed your visits to whereever we lived.  I wish we could see you more often!</p>
<p>Love, Karen</p>
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