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		<title>By: drtombibey</title>
		<link>http://drtombibey.wordpress.com/2008/05/11/roses-for-mothers-day/#comment-1349</link>
		<dc:creator>drtombibey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 01:23:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ms. Lyn,

I like one too, and also remember Lester Flatt&#039;s tune about bring me the flowers while I&#039;m living.

Lyn has worked along side ole Dr. B many years, and is a great nurse and mom both.

Dr. B</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ms. Lyn,</p>
<p>I like one too, and also remember Lester Flatt&#8217;s tune about bring me the flowers while I&#8217;m living.</p>
<p>Lyn has worked along side ole Dr. B many years, and is a great nurse and mom both.</p>
<p>Dr. B</p>
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		<title>By: lyn o'carroll</title>
		<link>http://drtombibey.wordpress.com/2008/05/11/roses-for-mothers-day/#comment-1347</link>
		<dc:creator>lyn o'carroll</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 00:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love your post.  It made me think of a good old Baptist song that I have unfortunately heard too often. &quot; When time shall come for my leaving, When I bid you adieu; Don&#039;t spend your money for flowers, Just a rose will do.   Just have an old fashioned preacher . Preach a sermon so true;  I&#039;ll need no beautiful flowers, Just a rose will do.  I&#039;ll need no organization, Just to make a &quot;to do,&quot; I&#039;ll need no bright decorations, Just a rose will do.  I&#039;ll go to a beautiful garden, At last when life&#039;s work is thru; Don&#039;t spend your money on flowers, Just a rose will do. &quot; Keeping calling your sweet Mom and your oh so special Dad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love your post.  It made me think of a good old Baptist song that I have unfortunately heard too often. &#8221; When time shall come for my leaving, When I bid you adieu; Don&#8217;t spend your money for flowers, Just a rose will do.   Just have an old fashioned preacher . Preach a sermon so true;  I&#8217;ll need no beautiful flowers, Just a rose will do.  I&#8217;ll need no organization, Just to make a &#8220;to do,&#8221; I&#8217;ll need no bright decorations, Just a rose will do.  I&#8217;ll go to a beautiful garden, At last when life&#8217;s work is thru; Don&#8217;t spend your money on flowers, Just a rose will do. &#8221; Keeping calling your sweet Mom and your oh so special Dad.</p>
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		<title>By: drtombibey</title>
		<link>http://drtombibey.wordpress.com/2008/05/11/roses-for-mothers-day/#comment-1342</link>
		<dc:creator>drtombibey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 02:33:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Byron, I am the same way.  When the guys get wounded on the battlefield they call for mom.  

When I was a kid and had the stomach bug, my mom gave me Co-Cola and peppermint candy.  Now I am an old Doc, but that is what I still reach for when I come down with the virus.

Dr. B</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Byron, I am the same way.  When the guys get wounded on the battlefield they call for mom.  </p>
<p>When I was a kid and had the stomach bug, my mom gave me Co-Cola and peppermint candy.  Now I am an old Doc, but that is what I still reach for when I come down with the virus.</p>
<p>Dr. B</p>
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		<title>By: Byron Chesney</title>
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		<dc:creator>Byron Chesney</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 01:40:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We had the same tradition as well. This year I didn&#039;t have a real rose to wear so I had my daughter draw one, color it red and I pinned it to my white dress shirt. Everyone thought that the choir director had gone crazy, but when I looked out at the congregation during my opening hymn I saw something that made it all worth while. Sitting 5 rows back from the front, on the pew that I sit in after leading the worship service, was my dear sweet mother. She had skipped going to her own church and made a surprise appearance at mine. I had to fight back tears the entire service. I loath the day when I will have to wear that white one...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had the same tradition as well. This year I didn&#8217;t have a real rose to wear so I had my daughter draw one, color it red and I pinned it to my white dress shirt. Everyone thought that the choir director had gone crazy, but when I looked out at the congregation during my opening hymn I saw something that made it all worth while. Sitting 5 rows back from the front, on the pew that I sit in after leading the worship service, was my dear sweet mother. She had skipped going to her own church and made a surprise appearance at mine. I had to fight back tears the entire service. I loath the day when I will have to wear that white one&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: drtombibey</title>
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		<dc:creator>drtombibey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 01:31:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ms. Susan,

You are exactly right- if I were blindfolded and led back to the old homeplace I&#039;d know I was there from that peculiar familar smell.

What a tough year that must have been.  I can&#039;t imagine.

Dr. B</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ms. Susan,</p>
<p>You are exactly right- if I were blindfolded and led back to the old homeplace I&#8217;d know I was there from that peculiar familar smell.</p>
<p>What a tough year that must have been.  I can&#8217;t imagine.</p>
<p>Dr. B</p>
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		<title>By: susan</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 22:14:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dr. T,
I tell my kids, &quot;No matter how old you are, home is where your mama is.&quot; My home&#039;s been in heaven for a while now. 
We wore roses to church when we were kids, too. 
Whether we&#039;re talking my mama, Grandmother or Grandma, all my roses changed to white the same year.  
Susan</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dr. T,<br />
I tell my kids, &#8220;No matter how old you are, home is where your mama is.&#8221; My home&#8217;s been in heaven for a while now.<br />
We wore roses to church when we were kids, too.<br />
Whether we&#8217;re talking my mama, Grandmother or Grandma, all my roses changed to white the same year.<br />
Susan</p>
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		<title>By: drtombibey</title>
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		<dc:creator>drtombibey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 20:34:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well it is sad Pande.  I don&#039;t know exactly what heaven is, but in bluegrass we all talk about meeting on the other side, and I believe we do, but I don&#039;t know exactly how.

I have been told in heaven I can lay down my stethescope, &#039;cause it won&#039;t be needed. (No sickness there)  If I&#039;ll stick with the doctor gig on earth, my reward will be to be a world class mandolin player for eternity.  (I ain&#039;t that good here.)

Dr. B</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well it is sad Pande.  I don&#8217;t know exactly what heaven is, but in bluegrass we all talk about meeting on the other side, and I believe we do, but I don&#8217;t know exactly how.</p>
<p>I have been told in heaven I can lay down my stethescope, &#8217;cause it won&#8217;t be needed. (No sickness there)  If I&#8217;ll stick with the doctor gig on earth, my reward will be to be a world class mandolin player for eternity.  (I ain&#8217;t that good here.)</p>
<p>Dr. B</p>
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		<title>By: pandemonic</title>
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		<dc:creator>pandemonic</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 19:42:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How nice! I&#039;m glad your rose is still red too. Mine would  have been white, and that&#039;s sad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How nice! I&#8217;m glad your rose is still red too. Mine would  have been white, and that&#8217;s sad.</p>
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		<title>By: drtombibey</title>
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		<dc:creator>drtombibey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 12:20:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>mrschili,

I know you are magic for your young&#039;uns from your blog.  They&#039;ll never forget it unless there is some terrible turn in their life, which I pray never happens.

Dr. B</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>mrschili,</p>
<p>I know you are magic for your young&#8217;uns from your blog.  They&#8217;ll never forget it unless there is some terrible turn in their life, which I pray never happens.</p>
<p>Dr. B</p>
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		<title>By: mrschili</title>
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		<dc:creator>mrschili</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 11:57:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We DO need to nurture the magic, don&#039;t we?  Nicely put, Doc.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We DO need to nurture the magic, don&#8217;t we?  Nicely put, Doc.</p>
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