<?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/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:39:04.092-07:00</updated><category term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Mary Giuliano Laudadio</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog to share memories and pictures and comments about our Mother and Grandmother Mary Laudadio. 
She will be missed!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819712772771546659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/1958/200/DSCF0768.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-6992698136038603487</id><published>2010-10-06T18:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:13:24.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>So last night we watched a movie with Tom Selleck in it and then I saw him again later on a talk show. I just kept thinking of you, Grandma, and how you always liked him! Him and John Wayne. I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-6992698136038603487?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/6992698136038603487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=6992698136038603487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/6992698136038603487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/6992698136038603487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2010/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LW1fWHy-17E/Rx497qNLvWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GqLQEsv9lr0/s400/hp_scanDS_7102312194758.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-1965208635604054989</id><published>2009-12-25T13:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:55:51.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Grandma!!! Hope you are having a great one in heaven with Jesus. I wish I was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-1965208635604054989?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/1965208635604054989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=1965208635604054989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/1965208635604054989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/1965208635604054989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2009/12/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you'/><author><name>Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LW1fWHy-17E/Rx497qNLvWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GqLQEsv9lr0/s400/hp_scanDS_7102312194758.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-3416568165367485812</id><published>2009-09-11T17:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:56:03.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>missing grandma</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been missing Grandma. I was walking in town down a street with pretty houses and there was a cute little blue house that I knew she would love because well, it's blue. It just looked like her. And I had this sudden compulsion to go and knock on the door and get a wonderful snugly hug from my grandma and have her ask all about how I'm doing. Can't wait til I get to heaven and can get one of those hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-3416568165367485812?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/3416568165367485812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=3416568165367485812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/3416568165367485812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/3416568165367485812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-grandma.html' title='missing grandma'/><author><name>Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LW1fWHy-17E/Rx497qNLvWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GqLQEsv9lr0/s400/hp_scanDS_7102312194758.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-6592012697233506459</id><published>2009-03-17T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:46:11.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and the babies</title><content type='html'>We were talking the other day about the baby that went to heaven last week. My grandma always loved to hear when mom had a lady in labor so she could pray for her and the baby. She loved seeing babies and holding them, singing to them along with a small lecture to the mommy's on how to take care of themselves. She worried about that as she had some horrible birth experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; We were thinking of Grandma in heaven sitting in the heavenly nursery and singing Beautiful to all the babies up in heaven and what a wonderful thought that was. She is praising Jesus and taking care those babies that she is strong enough to hold up there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-6592012697233506459?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/6592012697233506459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=6592012697233506459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/6592012697233506459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/6592012697233506459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma-and-babies.html' title='Grandma and the babies'/><author><name>Martha A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426112535240400393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-244661527432194942</id><published>2009-02-08T11:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:15:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are so much like you...</title><content type='html'>Even if we do not want to be! I was sitting and thinking about this last night, how the things that drove us all crazy are going to be the same things we will be doing to our children and grandchildren! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; We learned from you how to be stubborn and brave. I hope that we can take these traits and make them into positive ones as we grow old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-244661527432194942?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/244661527432194942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=244661527432194942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/244661527432194942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/244661527432194942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-so-much-like-you.html' title='We are so much like you...'/><author><name>Martha A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426112535240400393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-5617556050583487186</id><published>2009-01-10T19:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:58:29.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Peanut</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone looks at this blog anymore, but I check it about once a week. Grandma has been on my mind and heart so much lately. I think it's partially because I just had a baby and she loved babies so much that I know she would be holding him and helping as much as she could. She always called them her little peanuts. I never really thought I would remember something like that, but recently I started calling Gideon my little peanut and the memories came flooding back. Now it's such a special nickname to someday explain to him that Grandma Mary would have called him if he had the blessing of her in his life. It still makes me cry, but I will always sing "Beautiful" to him and him and Dayton will always know who Grandma Mary was and how special she will always be! She will always be a part of me and will always be apart of "my little peanuts" lives through stories, nicknames, and just the beautiful legacy she's left behind.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, Grandma...in no way have you been forgotten, your memory lives on in our hearts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-5617556050583487186?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/5617556050583487186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=5617556050583487186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/5617556050583487186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/5617556050583487186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-peanut.html' title='Little Peanut'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01970589825157302782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-8924824331966378418</id><published>2008-05-30T00:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:05:52.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Grandma</title><content type='html'>I've just been thinking about you alot lately....I miss you. I know you are having a great time in heaven but sometimes I just want you back. It still doesn't seem real that you are not here. I don't want to forget anything about you. I don't want Eric to forget you. The other day he asked me to sing Beautiful and as I sang it I could here your wonderful voice singing along with me.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a show tonight about this Italian girl who had her Italian grandam with her. Her grandma kept trying to feed all the people around her breakfast and it just reminded me of you, always making sure everyone was taken care of and most of all, fed:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud to be your grandaughter and be related to such a wonderful, strong women with such a kind, caring heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Moriah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-8924824331966378418?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/8924824331966378418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=8924824331966378418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/8924824331966378418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/8924824331966378418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-grandma.html' title='Dear Grandma'/><author><name>Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LW1fWHy-17E/Rx497qNLvWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GqLQEsv9lr0/s400/hp_scanDS_7102312194758.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-7566731291356480454</id><published>2008-05-11T10:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:27:28.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day</title><content type='html'>I know Grandma isn't here but I wanted to wish her a Happy Mother's day anyway. I miss you Grandma and wish you were here to spend today with us! Happy MOther's day!You were a wonderful mother to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-7566731291356480454?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/7566731291356480454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=7566731291356480454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/7566731291356480454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/7566731291356480454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819712772771546659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/1958/200/DSCF0768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-7857363790137855512</id><published>2008-04-14T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:42:56.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Missing You</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone reads this anymore, but I check it all the time. I love looking at pictures of Grandma and remembering all the amazing things about her. I've been having lots of dreams about her lately...she's always in her 60's for some reason. =) I guess she makes sure that she's still young, even in my dreams. I don't know if this sounds crazy, but I truly believe she can and does watch over us in different ways. The other night I was sleeping and heard her voice...then I woke up and felt like she was hugging me. For a split second I had forgotten that she's gone, and it was so nice to feel her hugs again. I think about her everyday and I am missing her so much. I am happy for her that I didn't get my way because I know she's in a better place, but I wish I could've held on just a little longer. I think about Dayton and this new little baby in my belly and my heart breaks when I think of them not even knowing who this wonderful Grandma was. I won't get to hear her rock my little newborn to sleep singing "beautiful". It's still so hard to digest. She'd be so mad that I'm allergic to pasta! I'm such a bad italian!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, for those of you who do read this...I'm sorry for making you cry! I just needed to get this all out.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, I love you so much and I'm so thankful to have had you in my life! You will always be a part of me and please continue to haunt me. =) Dreams of you give me peace and make me remember all the good times we've had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-7857363790137855512?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/7857363790137855512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=7857363790137855512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/7857363790137855512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/7857363790137855512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-missing-you.html' title='Still Missing You'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01970589825157302782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-8820320501463488344</id><published>2008-04-04T07:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:11:54.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers day is coming</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was thinking about mothers day.  I've never had a mothers day without my mother.  I've heard that all the 1st holidays is hard.&lt;br /&gt;I was driving down to Kalispell  one day, the rest of the car was sleeping and I was singing.  I just started singing all the  songs I could think of.  Many of the scripture songs I grew up on.  I like to keep them in my memory.  Then I started singing beautiful.  It's bad to cry and drive in the same time!  That will always be a hard song to sing now, without crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-8820320501463488344?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/8820320501463488344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=8820320501463488344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/8820320501463488344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/8820320501463488344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2008/04/mothers-day-is-coming.html' title='Mothers day is coming'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00828095921671264066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7VrZjJle2RY/R00QKgDY7vI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JHTBEvkYfRw/s320/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-6500663698320919152</id><published>2008-01-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:36:03.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My grandma used to sing this song to all of us grandkids, and even as I got older she would sing it all the time. When Dayton was born she sang it to him, and now I sing it to him all the time. Right before she died I was trying to get Dayton to sleep and I started singing it...she was asleep and I thought she was out of it, but she woke up just long enough to say, "Oh that is so beautiful April, keep singing." And that is what I'm going to do. I will sing it to my kids, and grandkids, and maybe someday they will play it at my memorial service too. So here it is...it's short and sweet, but it will forever have a special place in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  "Beautiful, Beautiful, Jesus is Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And Jesus makes beautiful things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Carefully, touching me, causing my eyes to see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Jesus makes beautiful things in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she always believed that Jesus would make beautiful things of her life...and boy did He ever! I pray that God would touch the lives around me just like He did with people that came in contact with her. She is so missed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-6500663698320919152?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/6500663698320919152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=6500663698320919152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/6500663698320919152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/6500663698320919152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2008/01/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01970589825157302782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-7028826745839432296</id><published>2007-12-21T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:00:16.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>I posted this on my blog about planning the Memorial service. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have never done this before and I am really hoping it will not have to be done again anytime soon. &lt;p&gt; It is alot of work, but it gives a different  look at some things we should have done before we die.  It is nice to have a few things written down of what we would like! &lt;p&gt; It is nice because Grandma had gone to church up here for the past year and formed some relationships and really came back out of a cloistered life she had led for the past 4 years before that!  I had fun hearing some memories of my grandma from before that I had never heard before. &lt;p&gt; My mom was the youngest of 5 children, she married young and moved away from her family for awhile. We saw grandma when she came to visit or we visited, but it was not too often as we traveled alot. That is why it was so special to be able to get a good relationship with her these past few years. When she got really sick about 2.5 years ago, I went down to CA with T. and  helped take care her. We flew back to CO with her and got her settled at home again. It was funny because one of the Hospice nurses down in CO, kept telling me she knew me. She was certain we had met! Finally she realized that it was because  we had met 2.5 years before as she came to Grandma's house, not as a nurse, but as a Medicaid worker.  She remembered me as the  young girl with all  the children! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was a very strong person, she would get down alot, but she was very concerned about other people. Sometimes some people look at that as a bad thing, but I think it is a blessing in this world where so many people are only concerned about themselves. &lt;p&gt; My grandma  became a Christian as an adult, being raised Catholic.  I have just heard the story from relatives, but I heard that some neighbor ladies decided to come and help her with housecleaning and became friends. They would witness to her while cleaning and invited her to a Billy  Graham Crusade, if I remember right. It makes me think of how something as simple as housecleaning spoke to that busy mom of 5 children and  made her stop and listen. &lt;p&gt; She actually had 6 children, but one little boy was stillborn. His name was Jack, and I heard he was missing an arm.  I like to know that  now she was able to see her little boy and my grandpa in heaven with Jesus. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me to not have the honor of taking care of her anymore, it was something special that we were able to help make her life a little happier this last year, so she could be more independent like she wanted to me.   &lt;p&gt; I will never be able to go to eat somewhere probably without hearing her say "Eat something more than salad, for me." or "Promise me you will eat, sweetheart."  &lt;p&gt; Another good memory is  grandma, having trouble walking or standing and standing up to give someone else her chair or trying to clean the table!!!  I have a feeling that will be me when I am older though! We loved to tease her that we would put on her grave  "She gave up her chair!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-7028826745839432296?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/7028826745839432296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=7028826745839432296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/7028826745839432296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/7028826745839432296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2007/12/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Martha A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426112535240400393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-1173649566098637764</id><published>2007-12-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:55:17.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she     stooped down, [and looked] into the sepulchre,&lt;br /&gt;And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain.&lt;br /&gt;And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;                and I know not where they have laid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener,&lt;br /&gt;                saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Mary I am reminded of these scriptures that I have always thought parallels  “our Mary”.  In all our lives we all at some point can relate to the story  ….to have so much hope … to believe in something so strongly and depend on someone so totally.  Only to have your hopes dashed by some non-linear event, that really, you never even thought of.  Not only did Jesus not setup His kingdom on earth but He was crucified and killed  and hung from a tree.  All her hopes were gone.  Mary lost her Jesus and even the Angels couldn’t comfort her, she needed to find Jesus, himself.   She was lost and distraught and didn’t even recognize her Savior standing right in front of her.  I know I have been in the same spot a few times in the past, not knowing that glory, hope and Heaven await us on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary always made you feel like you were her favorite friend and honestly I think we all were her best friends.  She stayed young in spite of what challenges were thrown her way.  You and I know the non-linear events she had to deal with. In her life she hung onto her Jesus and wouldn’t let Him go and right now she is doing that quite literally.  She was a joy to be with and we will always cherish her friendship.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember the time we all spent up at Mammoth and the fun we had, and without going into details, who can forget the Keith swimming trunks incident  (She was mortified … we were hysterical).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We remember the fellowship we enjoyed at her home and also making sure we grabbed a seat by her at church.  Spending time with her was a pleasure because we really enjoyed her company.  She was incredibly funny and her laughter filled the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I got to spend some time with her this past March and pray with her.  She was still close to Jesus, hanging on.  Thanks Mary for showing me how to hang on and not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t say Goodbye, just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya later&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-1173649566098637764?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/1173649566098637764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=1173649566098637764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/1173649566098637764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/1173649566098637764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-mary.html' title='Our Mary'/><author><name>John &amp;amp; Jan Altieri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05164924416725223725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4C_Foi0VI8E/R2MA_Oj2u4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HwgNoYDrkYs/S220/Altieri06A.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-4549303074035934098</id><published>2007-12-14T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:22:16.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I was telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moriah&lt;/span&gt; that many of  the things that would remind of Grandma are the things we use often.  . My beautiful china cupboard with all the special things in it.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me her scale, and since her eye sight was so bad, her scale talks.&lt;br /&gt;So I took the scale to the birth center.  Mama's with their big pregnant bellies can step on the scale and don't have to look down to see their weight.  The only thing is the whole room can hear how much these mama's weight!  We always have a good laugh over it.&lt;br /&gt;She left us many, many precious things. I hope I have many things to pass on to my children too.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-4549303074035934098?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/4549303074035934098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=4549303074035934098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/4549303074035934098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/4549303074035934098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2007/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Martha A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02426112535240400393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-6320034367808509229</id><published>2007-12-14T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:41:56.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zgv86p-Dqo0/R2KjutaCntI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jdSPRO_-y34/s1600-h/Grandma+at+16+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143853747268656850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zgv86p-Dqo0/R2KjutaCntI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jdSPRO_-y34/s320/Grandma+at+16+2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not a very good scan, but here is a picture of grandma when she was 16.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-6320034367808509229?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/6320034367808509229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=6320034367808509229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/6320034367808509229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/6320034367808509229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-its-not-very-good-scan-but-here-is.html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-3998312103974007918</id><published>2007-12-13T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:47:48.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Mary from Janice Birnbaum</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My very first memory of Mary was in my early twenties (just a few years ago) playing softball with Athletes in Fellowship.  Mary was June, Terry, John and Ann's biggest fan!  It seemed she was always at their games, cheering them on.  I knew her as "June's mom."  (It was kind of cool to find out that June, Pam and I had gone to the same Jr. High school at the same time, but we didn't know each other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1983 I joined "Worship Community" at Calvary Costa Mesa, and Mary joined at the same time.  We started going to the same home fellowship at Rita and Freeman Taylor's, and that just started a wonderful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Mary was, she was so easy to pick on!  She was such a good sport, but often left herself open for relentless teasing.  There were many of us who would oblige her in that area (Freeman Taylor, especially).  Here are a few incidences that make me laugh just thinking about them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us the story about being raised by Italian-speaking parents, and teaching Jeannie to say "lever mind" instead of "never mind."  We used "lever mind" around her from then on!  Another story she told us that cracks me up is when she had carpal tunnel syndrome, and her doctor offered to operate on both wrists for the price of one.  She told us how hard it was for her to cope with both wrists in casts, and she had to wear a mu-mu because it was so difficult to use the bathroom.  She had to hike up her dress with her casts and drip dry...  Well, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all at Mimi's Cafe following some singing event, and it came time for her to order.  She said "I'd like the chicken gumbol, please."  Of course we all started giggling, and she wanted to know what was wrong.  We said, "its gumbo, Mary - not gumbol."  She went on for the next five minutes saying, "I said gumbol, &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; gumbol."  I guess she couldn't hear the difference, but we made a big scene laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a big fan of women's retreats, but Georgie Augustine and Mary convinced me to go on one.  We were all roommates, along with Megan Worth.  We stayed up almost all night just laughing.  It was one of those times where absolutely everything was funny.  So we finally got settled down, and Georgie got up off the rollaway bed to go to the bathroom.  When she got back and sat down on the bed, the whole thing folded up on her and she was stuck.  Well, you can imagine how that set us all off again, and Mary was laughing so hard she started making strange noises (if you know what I mean).  We got in trouble the next day from Kay Smith for being so disruptive and not being good examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were the trips to Mammoth.  She swore to us that she made the best pizza.  Well, for some reason she had to cook it on the bbq (I don't remember why) and didn't take into account the altitude.  It was disastrous!   Freeman Taylor bought a new video camera, and was taping everything the week we were there.  When we got back home and watched the tape, every time Mary was in the picture, she was adjusting her shorts in the back.  It was hilarious!   Keith Wroblewski, Mary and I were in the pool together on one trip, and Keith had pretended to dump a glass of ice water on her head.  She got out of the pool, got her glass, and was going to pretend to pour it down Keith's swim trunks.  The only problem was, Keith's fly was fastened with velcro, so when she pulled on it, the whole thing came open.  Without a hitch, Keith looked at her (while she was horrified) and said, "Mary, all you had to do was ask!"   Mary was rolling around on the cement in her bathing suit, laughing so hard.  We couldn't breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point we had a Pinochle club, and made the mistake several times of putting Mary and John Loperfido together as partners.  Wow - two peas in a pod!  "Who's turn is it?  Who played what?  What is trump?  Who's turn is it again?  Who's my partner?  Oh, its my turn???"    :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, the Altieris, John Loperfido, Cec and I went to Jeannie's timeshare in Rosarito Beach one time before Cec and I were married, and we thought in our wisdom, that we'd change our money into pesos when we got down there.  Yeah, we were idiots!  Every time we'd eat in a restaurant, it would take us twice as long to figure out what we owed than it did to eat.  Mary and I roomed together on that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when she moved into her new home in Portola Hills.  She heard a strange noise, and looked outside only to find cows grazing in her yard.  Well, what did she do about it?  She called 911!  Told the operator, "I have cows in my yard."  The funniest part is when the operator asked her to describe them!  When she moved to Leisure World, I remember her being so embarrassed, because "old people live there."  She was always so young at heart, it didn't occur to her that they were in the same age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout our time in Worship Community, any opportunity Mary had, she would be dancing, always keeping an eye out for Pastor Chuck.  She was our dancing queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a nail biter, I was always jealous of Mary's beautiful nails.  They were always perfect, and try as she might, she just couldn't get me to stop my nasty habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the things I can think of off the top of my head, but all-in-all, I considered Mary not only to be a close friend, but a substitute Mom.  I had such a bad relationship with my mother, I know God brought Mary in my life to fill that void.  I could tell her anything!  She had such wisdom and common sense, and I really appreciated that.  Her walk with the Lord was inspiring.  Even through all the health issues she had throughout the years, her relationship with Jesus was always solid.  What a great witness!  I feel really bad about not keeping in touch with her the last few years, but am confident in the knowledge that I'll see her again someday, where she'll be sick no more.  I've been thinking about her all week being in heaven with her Lord, and Tony.  Makes me cry happy tears.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(83, 0, 77);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janice Birnbaum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-3998312103974007918?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/3998312103974007918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=3998312103974007918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/3998312103974007918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/3998312103974007918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2007/12/fw-memories-of-mary.html' title='Memories of Mary from Janice Birnbaum'/><author><name>Joyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00828095921671264066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7VrZjJle2RY/R00QKgDY7vI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JHTBEvkYfRw/s320/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120529624609913914.post-1754472267186647759</id><published>2007-12-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:40:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog for Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuKeKjakFzg/R2Hd8ft9K9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/3aDHINToEEw/s1600-h/PB020009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuKeKjakFzg/R2Hd8ft9K9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/3aDHINToEEw/s320/PB020009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143636280809958354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuKeKjakFzg/R2HaS_t9K8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/U84sSrjFAYQ/s1600-h/40s+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuKeKjakFzg/R2HaS_t9K8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/U84sSrjFAYQ/s320/40s+dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143632269310503874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog my Mom asked me to set up for Grandma. We can share pictures and memories we have on here and then we can all see it. Let me know if you want me to add more addresses so other people can post. Or I can add you as an administrator and you can add email addresses yourself. I've never done a blog with more than one author before so we'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120529624609913914-1754472267186647759?l=marylaudadio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/feeds/1754472267186647759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120529624609913914&amp;postID=1754472267186647759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/1754472267186647759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120529624609913914/posts/default/1754472267186647759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marylaudadio.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-for-grandma.html' title='Blog for Grandma'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819712772771546659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3795/1958/200/DSCF0768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuKeKjakFzg/R2Hd8ft9K9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/3aDHINToEEw/s72-c/PB020009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
