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	<title>Comments on: Benches capture a piece of local history</title>
	<link>http://burnstimesherald.info/2008/05/28/benches-capture-a-piece-of-local-history/</link>
	<description>Covering Harney County Like The Sagebrush</description>
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		<title>By: Debra W</title>
		<link>http://burnstimesherald.info/2008/05/28/benches-capture-a-piece-of-local-history/#comment-697</link>
		<dc:creator>Debra W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 17:43:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mr. Jennings the benches you built are beautiful and a welcome addition to our community. I appreciate the great job you did and know that our Lord must surely be saying " well done my faithful servant." In my opinion you have a wonderful giving heart. God Bless You!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mr. Jennings the benches you built are beautiful and a welcome addition to our community. I appreciate the great job you did and know that our Lord must surely be saying &#8221; well done my faithful servant.&#8221; In my opinion you have a wonderful giving heart. God Bless You!</p>
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		<title>By: Cody</title>
		<link>http://burnstimesherald.info/2008/05/28/benches-capture-a-piece-of-local-history/#comment-609</link>
		<dc:creator>Cody</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 01:23:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dang, Loonies and Toonies didn't have those chocolate covered cashews on the shelf so, I had to buy a can of Sloppy Joe sauce instead. I mean come on, don't you feel stupid walking in and out of a merchant's shop without buying anything?! It was a nice day walking on the other side of the street when I happened to notice the old Post Office is selling junk again. There wasn't an available old lady to help me cross so, I snugged my cap and dodged the horrific traffic on Broadway to enter the bazaar. I missed the old lizard that used to have a sunny perch near a window. The rest of the junk seems the same and I got a deal on a hose splice for a dollar.
Another day, I was lucky to happen by the historical museum on a day and hour that it was open. I felt smug this time as I had a couple dollars for a donation. The four they suggested was disappointing but, considering anything else that takes an hour of my time, it was a deal. Lots of stuff in there, about the same as the last time I was in there, three years ago. I felt strangely interested in volunteering to pull down some of the cob webs and do a bit of cleaning and dusting. There are old albums all full and loose with photos. I imagined countless numbers of people thumbing through them and the acids that would have destroyed them by now. Like me, they probably left the books be, their secrets intact. It would be cool if someone could scan those images to a modern storage system. No, not microfiche. I would think of a hard drive but the latest news I've heard is a 256mb flash drive invented that will replace hard drives. I checked the newspaper to learn that the Harney County Historical Society meets the third Thursday of each month at the Elks Lodge.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dang, Loonies and Toonies didn&#8217;t have those chocolate covered cashews on the shelf so, I had to buy a can of Sloppy Joe sauce instead. I mean come on, don&#8217;t you feel stupid walking in and out of a merchant&#8217;s shop without buying anything?! It was a nice day walking on the other side of the street when I happened to notice the old Post Office is selling junk again. There wasn&#8217;t an available old lady to help me cross so, I snugged my cap and dodged the horrific traffic on Broadway to enter the bazaar. I missed the old lizard that used to have a sunny perch near a window. The rest of the junk seems the same and I got a deal on a hose splice for a dollar.<br />
Another day, I was lucky to happen by the historical museum on a day and hour that it was open. I felt smug this time as I had a couple dollars for a donation. The four they suggested was disappointing but, considering anything else that takes an hour of my time, it was a deal. Lots of stuff in there, about the same as the last time I was in there, three years ago. I felt strangely interested in volunteering to pull down some of the cob webs and do a bit of cleaning and dusting. There are old albums all full and loose with photos. I imagined countless numbers of people thumbing through them and the acids that would have destroyed them by now. Like me, they probably left the books be, their secrets intact. It would be cool if someone could scan those images to a modern storage system. No, not microfiche. I would think of a hard drive but the latest news I&#8217;ve heard is a 256mb flash drive invented that will replace hard drives. I checked the newspaper to learn that the Harney County Historical Society meets the third Thursday of each month at the Elks Lodge.</p>
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