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	<title>Comments on: In Memory of Mary E. Gerhardt</title>
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		<title>By: Rhonda Bello &#38; Family</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rhonda Bello &#38; Family</dc:creator>
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		<description>My Aunt Mae was the sweetest person.  Growing up I remember her sitting quietly with a peaceful smile while Uncle Al had the floor. Her soft, gentle, supportive way seemed to compliment his loud, deep voice that would fill our kitchen with stories from the reservation.  During the later part of their life, our family in NJ looked forward to the annual visit from Aunt Mae and Uncle Al as they journed to Florida.  Plenty of laughter and singing were a wonderful part of our visits.  Looking back i know the joy those visits brought my father would last him all year til their next visit.  My dad would always be next to his sister, just holding her hand.  The distance apart that we lived only put time between us and our visits...... but LOVE and FAMILY know no clocks or calendars... the bonds are constantly with you.    Thanks for the many visits and memories. Love Rhonda Bello</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My Aunt Mae was the sweetest person.  Growing up I remember her sitting quietly with a peaceful smile while Uncle Al had the floor. Her soft, gentle, supportive way seemed to compliment his loud, deep voice that would fill our kitchen with stories from the reservation.  During the later part of their life, our family in NJ looked forward to the annual visit from Aunt Mae and Uncle Al as they journed to Florida.  Plenty of laughter and singing were a wonderful part of our visits.  Looking back i know the joy those visits brought my father would last him all year til their next visit.  My dad would always be next to his sister, just holding her hand.  The distance apart that we lived only put time between us and our visits&#8230;&#8230; but LOVE and FAMILY know no clocks or calendars&#8230; the bonds are constantly with you.    Thanks for the many visits and memories. Love Rhonda Bello</p>
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