<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post3532250892477276473..comments</id><updated>2010-02-09T23:24:17.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Suburb Sanity: Triggering Memories</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/feeds/3532250892477276473/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480046958714954128</uri><email>fourkidsrgreat@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3867815484791651281</id><published>2010-02-09T23:24:17.350-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:24:17.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love daisies...and sunflowers.  They're so happy...</title><summary type='text'>I love daisies...and sunflowers.  They&amp;#39;re so happy looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt JoAnn loved yellow roses.  She passed away in &amp;#39;93 and her funeral was full of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that pulls me into the past more quickly than anything is smells or music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell a cologne and immediately tell you what guy in my life wore it and all the dates we had, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/3867815484791651281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/3867815484791651281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265775857350#c3867815484791651281' title=''/><author><name>Bridgett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844738855874754351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02080543735195620709'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-7773011205565994338</id><published>2010-02-09T21:33:33.186-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:33:33.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a great post! My grandpa died two months a...</title><summary type='text'>This is a great post! My grandpa died two months ago and every few days I will see or smell something that reminds me of him. The same goes for other family members of course, too! It&amp;#39;s neat :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/7773011205565994338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/7773011205565994338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265769213186#c7773011205565994338' title=''/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05064704299561250273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-8991815350936687318</id><published>2010-02-07T16:52:12.054-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:52:12.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those are so true! I make a chicken pasta dinner t...</title><summary type='text'>Those are so true! I make a chicken pasta dinner that my son loves so much that he asked me how to make it and we named it Chicken Alexander... it always makes me think of him.  I also think of my older son Nikolaus whenever I make Pineapple Unside-Down cake because that is his favorite and he wanted it for his birthday every year.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of a burning fireplace makes me think of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8991815350936687318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8991815350936687318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265579532054#c8991815350936687318' title=''/><author><name>Lorie Shewbridge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17021526379136899314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03710825434628594525'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-8383606415418774052</id><published>2010-02-06T18:36:42.778-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:36:42.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the feeling you get as that certain smell w...</title><summary type='text'>I love the feeling you get as that certain smell wafts to your nose and the memory floods your mind.  Or when seeing a photo of an old boyfriend, the twinge of fond memories (or disgust, take your pick) tweak your heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8383606415418774052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8383606415418774052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265499402778#c8383606415418774052' title=''/><author><name>Serenityville</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177676020547413114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02678551751268853201'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-4845555943476465693</id><published>2010-02-05T22:20:09.069-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:20:09.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This post was so nice. Soft and simple.

I think y...</title><summary type='text'>This post was so nice. Soft and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you would be a great sub! I loved the padded wall picture. Perfection.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/4845555943476465693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/4845555943476465693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265426409069#c4845555943476465693' title=''/><author><name>Life with Kaishon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07874897254332872367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-6634000479926602878</id><published>2010-02-05T16:35:15.836-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:35:15.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. Happy Friday follow. I'm following you now too...</title><summary type='text'>Hi. Happy Friday follow. I&amp;#39;m following you now too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/6634000479926602878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/6634000479926602878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265405715836#c6634000479926602878' title=''/><author><name>Drama queens mum (Kimberly)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779628159935114606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00958292804698648921'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-5006483943388725060</id><published>2010-02-04T23:53:48.225-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:53:48.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie~My hub has over 150 rose bushes in our yard...</title><summary type='text'>Debbie~My hub has over 150 rose bushes in our yard. I use to ask him every time he&amp;#39;d came home with 3-4 more bushes...&amp;quot;where are you puttin&amp;#39; that one?&amp;quot;  He&amp;#39;d smile and reply...&amp;quot;Oh I&amp;#39;ll find a spot for it&amp;quot; and he always has.  When they  bloom it&amp;#39;s intoxicating. &lt;br /&gt; A few years ago the seniors (from the assisted living residence) would stroll by on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/5006483943388725060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/5006483943388725060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265345628225#c5006483943388725060' title=''/><author><name>Sara's Sweet Surprise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684005124533629561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-5097953258172381384</id><published>2010-02-04T22:51:32.815-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:51:32.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells really trigger memories for me.</title><summary type='text'>Smells really trigger memories for me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/5097953258172381384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/5097953258172381384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265341892815#c5097953258172381384' title=''/><author><name>Unknown Mami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17034216831504207496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-4756181979974521122</id><published>2010-02-04T18:28:49.524-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:28:49.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! Is it bad that circus peanuts remind me of my...</title><summary type='text'>Yes! Is it bad that circus peanuts remind me of my Grandma and are therefore sentimental?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/4756181979974521122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/4756181979974521122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265326129524#c4756181979974521122' title=''/><author><name>Heather of the EO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607422301391841377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09946435743234835391'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-2828040331574979197</id><published>2010-02-04T18:13:21.742-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:13:21.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That was lovely. Lovely photos, and even lovlier s...</title><summary type='text'>That was lovely. Lovely photos, and even lovlier sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of MY grandmother, I think of....scrapple and oyster loaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated both equally and she was mean as the day is long, so, there you go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad you have fonder memories than I. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing those -- always nice stopping by to see you and I appreciate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/2828040331574979197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/2828040331574979197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265325201742#c2828040331574979197' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13169505163290328224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04403385842934538971'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-1993806957637157320</id><published>2010-02-03T20:31:13.191-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:31:13.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes, so true, so true!  When I saw your yellow ...</title><summary type='text'>Oh yes, so true, so true!  When I saw your yellow roses pic...I thought of my mom.  She loves them combined w/white daisys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often combine food, flowers, smells with memories of people.  It&amp;#39;s a great thing!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/1993806957637157320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/1993806957637157320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265247073191#c1993806957637157320' title=''/><author><name>sheila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183605567090197137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07009800425232238814'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-8992820383639603890</id><published>2010-02-03T18:04:34.108-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:04:34.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I agree with you all, it is amazing a song,flower ...</title><summary type='text'>I agree with you all, it is amazing a song,flower place even in the clouds we think of something we hold close.&lt;br /&gt;People who take the time to find beauty in anything are happy and content..&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day. Thanks for dropping in for a visit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8992820383639603890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8992820383639603890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265238274108#c8992820383639603890' title=''/><author><name>Gigi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839798400957112963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-8359137579497793918</id><published>2010-02-03T09:03:33.798-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:03:33.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely post. for me its music which i associate wi...</title><summary type='text'>lovely post. for me its music which i associate with memories. i tend to associate a lot of songs to people, activities and my memories from the past.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8359137579497793918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8359137579497793918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265205813798#c8359137579497793918' title=''/><author><name>{ Persis Shah }</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04662441591745045953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-5067952322368688315</id><published>2010-02-03T04:54:55.170-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:54:55.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So true! And these memories are ours forever, no m...</title><summary type='text'>So true! And these memories are ours forever, no matter what happens to the material triggers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/5067952322368688315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/5067952322368688315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265190895170#c5067952322368688315' title=''/><author><name>ladyfi</name><uri>http://ladyfi.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-1685629195471841619</id><published>2010-02-03T01:29:01.126-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:29:01.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wow...I totally know what you mean! Yes! smells...</title><summary type='text'>Oh wow...I totally know what you mean! Yes! smells, sights, sounds all sorts of things will trigger even the oldest and strangest memories...but I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for participating in Connect MEme Monday...hope to see you back next Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thepursuitofmommyness.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/1685629195471841619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/1685629195471841619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265178541126#c1685629195471841619' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04393577206497799094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-7979616957290229834</id><published>2010-02-03T00:09:26.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:09:26.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great post, and that cake made me drool. While liv...</title><summary type='text'>Great post, and that cake made me drool. While living in a small town in Texas, we had a little church up the street whose bells tolled &amp;quot;How Great Thou Art&amp;quot;. Priceless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/7979616957290229834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/7979616957290229834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265173766013#c7979616957290229834' title=''/><author><name>Lorna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16324378141061370103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13006921054150511591'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-7797838838412306338</id><published>2010-02-02T23:29:41.878-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:29:41.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is amazing! This is the 3rd post I read today...</title><summary type='text'>This is amazing! This is the 3rd post I read today discussing memories attached to objects. I have been spending a lot of time today down memory lane. Thank you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/7797838838412306338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/7797838838412306338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265171381878#c7797838838412306338' title=''/><author><name>Faith Imagined</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07194577170300476509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-4936077821839519635</id><published>2010-02-02T21:35:36.099-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:35:36.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes me smile just thinking about the happines...</title><summary type='text'>It makes me smile just thinking about the happiness simple things can bring into a persons life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sing that song all the time. :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/4936077821839519635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/4936077821839519635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265164536099#c4936077821839519635' title=''/><author><name>Ann On and On...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06615400031267355211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12922200387716841169'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-6653794282155519897</id><published>2010-02-02T21:30:54.768-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:30:54.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of my grandparent's home does the same t...</title><summary type='text'>The smell of my grandparent&amp;#39;s home does the same thing to me...all my happiest memories come flooding back when I walk in the door and inhale!  :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/6653794282155519897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/6653794282155519897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265164254768#c6653794282155519897' title=''/><author><name>Muthering Heights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06660310558298459636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-1546220304268989294</id><published>2010-02-02T21:15:21.175-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:15:21.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those are the only items that really matter to me....</title><summary type='text'>Those are the only items that really matter to me.  Rick is a nick nak kind of person, not me but there are a few things I just love like grandmothers pearls.  Good memories :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/1546220304268989294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/1546220304268989294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265163321175#c1546220304268989294' title=''/><author><name>Alexis AKA MOM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10829562970824293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12503609606098107758'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-411379283794003783</id><published>2010-02-02T20:24:05.679-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:24:05.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great way to look at life and memories...

...</title><summary type='text'>What a great way to look at life and memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peonies remind me of my wedding day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/411379283794003783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/411379283794003783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265160245679#c411379283794003783' title=''/><author><name>Karin Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14516662405528660516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-4747427096185024741</id><published>2010-02-02T19:52:17.571-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:52:17.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses are so pretty and fragrant too. Lemon cake? ...</title><summary type='text'>Roses are so pretty and fragrant too. Lemon cake? I make a mean one. Memories......they are precious whether it is an object, a song, a phrase that reminds us of loved ones.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/4747427096185024741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/4747427096185024741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265158337571#c4747427096185024741' title=''/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491033490203984158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15312290959714650777'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-8221517339963929186</id><published>2010-02-02T19:07:51.152-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:07:51.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a truer word!  Still (blush) I cherish what ...</title><summary type='text'>Never a truer word!  Still (blush) I cherish what is mine.  That&amp;#39;s alright, so long as you APPRECEIATE it though, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wink.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8221517339963929186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8221517339963929186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265155671152#c8221517339963929186' title=''/><author><name>Shrinky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18401403773851253351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-8121221285419172686</id><published>2010-02-02T18:36:48.631-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:36:48.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Malted milk balls are my trigger.</title><summary type='text'>Malted milk balls are my trigger.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8121221285419172686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/8121221285419172686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265153808631#c8121221285419172686' title=''/><author><name>Kathleen @ ForgingAhead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03898474543669255082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-7162795459010897516</id><published>2010-02-02T18:20:48.821-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:20:48.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't memories wonderful, amazing things.</title><summary type='text'>Aren&amp;#39;t memories wonderful, amazing things.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/7162795459010897516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/3532250892477276473/comments/default/7162795459010897516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html?showComment=1265152848821#c7162795459010897516' title=''/><author><name>A Lawyer Mom's Musings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04487040434589941351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.suburbsanity.com/2010/02/triggering-memories.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441543689422638179.post-3532250892477276473' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6441543689422638179/posts/default/3532250892477276473' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>