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	<title>Comments on: The Old Cellar</title>
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		<title>By: Amy Lynn</title>
		<link>http://suzannemcminn.com/blog/2008/01/04/the-old-cellar/#comment-30762</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy Lynn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 07:18:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:chicken: Our cellar is always one of my favorite places during the tour of the house. It tends to creep people out with the stone walls, dirt floor, shelves upon shelves of jars of ... well we don&#039;t know what is in them anymore ... that are older then we are, the large boulder in the middle of the room that was easier to build around then pull out of the ground some 100+ years ago. But the icing on the cake are the large jars on the shelves next to the canned goods that hold the 2 headed fetal pigs that my father in law has collected over the years.  :eek: If that don&#039;t creep a person out nothing will! And this concludes our tour. Please exit to the left of the piggies. Come again!  :cowsleep:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/575efd7ad526d45d1d526bddf214eae1?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></span> <img src='http://suzannemcminn.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/chicken.gif' alt=':chicken:' class='wp-smiley' />  Our cellar is always one of my favorite places during the tour of the house. It tends to creep people out with the stone walls, dirt floor, shelves upon shelves of jars of &#8230; well we don&#8217;t know what is in them anymore &#8230; that are older then we are, the large boulder in the middle of the room that was easier to build around then pull out of the ground some 100+ years ago. But the icing on the cake are the large jars on the shelves next to the canned goods that hold the 2 headed fetal pigs that my father in law has collected over the years.  :eek: If that don&#8217;t creep a person out nothing will! And this concludes our tour. Please exit to the left of the piggies. Come again!  <img src='http://suzannemcminn.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/cowsleep.gif' alt=':cowsleep:' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: b</title>
		<link>http://suzannemcminn.com/blog/2008/01/04/the-old-cellar/#comment-22492</link>
		<dc:creator>b</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 20:58:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i think it is cool that there is still people that use cellers. at my grandparents there friends grow corn and have a celler full of jars with green beans and stuff. i always like working on the farm.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/06e33d8e65cfa42b330623207d74531a?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></span>i think it is cool that there is still people that use cellers. at my grandparents there friends grow corn and have a celler full of jars with green beans and stuff. i always like working on the farm.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 19:07:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hate rhubarb too...and I hear Elderberries are pretty nasty too. My husband hates those - he&#039;s from New York.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/cd7c9f8cf910ecde88ff5c5168d2025e?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></span>I hate rhubarb too&#8230;and I hear Elderberries are pretty nasty too. My husband hates those &#8211; he&#8217;s from New York.</p>
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		<title>By: miss julia</title>
		<link>http://suzannemcminn.com/blog/2008/01/04/the-old-cellar/#comment-19182</link>
		<dc:creator>miss julia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 01:01:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just popped in to get your bread and sweet roll recipe again. I misplaced it. I am a lurker. sigh. But all this talk about canning and cellars got me to thinking. Our first house was ancient and cobbled together. Cold in the winter, boiling in the summer with a cellar that was like something out of Steven King&#039;s novels. We didn&#039;t store things there, but I had to go down and change the fuses often. Spiders and lots of creepy things. Always damp. We put pea gravel on the floor, , but still had planks to walk on, had an outsieside cellar door. Kids would not go down in to it.Grew almost everything we ate and barter for others. Thanks for the memories.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/aafff31ccb94c4ba86a06172998e9a3d?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></span>I just popped in to get your bread and sweet roll recipe again. I misplaced it. I am a lurker. sigh. But all this talk about canning and cellars got me to thinking. Our first house was ancient and cobbled together. Cold in the winter, boiling in the summer with a cellar that was like something out of Steven King&#8217;s novels. We didn&#8217;t store things there, but I had to go down and change the fuses often. Spiders and lots of creepy things. Always damp. We put pea gravel on the floor, , but still had planks to walk on, had an outsieside cellar door. Kids would not go down in to it.Grew almost everything we ate and barter for others. Thanks for the memories.</p>
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		<title>By: Jannie Sue</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jannie Sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 01:36:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It will make me smile to think that you and my mother are putting up tomatoes.

Learned to like rhubarb pie (but only a la mode.)  With a cup of tea.

kinda always liked beets as a side dish.

Jannie Sue</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><a rel='external nofollow' href='http://www.janniefunster.com'><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/f0b2e3a17d82680567ee3c4a38504c6a?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></a></span>It will make me smile to think that you and my mother are putting up tomatoes.</p>
<p>Learned to like rhubarb pie (but only a la mode.)  With a cup of tea.</p>
<p>kinda always liked beets as a side dish.</p>
<p>Jannie Sue</p>
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		<title>By: Maryann</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maryann</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 15:58:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The only thing we canned in past 10 yrs has been zucchini relish. I do miss it.</description>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 00:10:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I still put up food every summer and fall, eventhough I live in an apartment in the city. Friends think it&#039;s a way I try to save money on the food bill, but really, it&#039;s because I enjoy it. Also, there are no better canned tomatoes than what I put up myself. They taste like summer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><a rel='external nofollow' href='http://www.polargrrlpurls.typepad.com/'><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/520134d8272113763f789517957dd257?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></a></span>I still put up food every summer and fall, eventhough I live in an apartment in the city. Friends think it&#8217;s a way I try to save money on the food bill, but really, it&#8217;s because I enjoy it. Also, there are no better canned tomatoes than what I put up myself. They taste like summer.</p>
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		<title>By: Brandy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brandy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 05:16:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I like your old farmhouse and cellar! But, um, no rhubarb here either. YUCK! *G*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><a rel='external nofollow' href='http://www.bookmom.blogspot.com'><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/9d70d92c81a94991e590e5b36c27021a?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></a></span>I like your old farmhouse and cellar! But, um, no rhubarb here either. YUCK! *G*</p>
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		<title>By: smiledarlin</title>
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		<dc:creator>smiledarlin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 04:34:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My Grandma had an old farm house on 1200 acres in Kansas...
Your posts bring back memories of that old house.

Later while living in Oklahoma, my DMIL used to can and she taught me. I can Peaches and tomatoes and my husband gives them away as Christmas gifts to the guys at his fire station.

I don&#039;t have a cellar now. We used to call them &quot;scaredy holes&quot; coz that&#039;s where you went when the tornado was coming and you were scared. AND they were scarey...
 :eek:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><a rel='external nofollow' href='http://smiledarlin.blogspot.com/'><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/2a9b337e68cc9bce998d319c4fe80ca1?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></a></span>My Grandma had an old farm house on 1200 acres in Kansas&#8230;<br />
Your posts bring back memories of that old house.</p>
<p>Later while living in Oklahoma, my DMIL used to can and she taught me. I can Peaches and tomatoes and my husband gives them away as Christmas gifts to the guys at his fire station.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t have a cellar now. We used to call them &#8220;scaredy holes&#8221; coz that&#8217;s where you went when the tornado was coming and you were scared. AND they were scarey&#8230;<br />
 :eek:</p>
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		<title>By: Fannie M Wiggins</title>
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		<dc:creator>Fannie M Wiggins</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 04:20:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This post brings back a lot of precious memories. :heart:  Our house had a walk in cellar. It was clean and we kids loved to play down there. All the cans my Momma would can sitting waiting for winter. We never had rhubarb though. Momma didn&#039;t like it so we never acquired a taste for it. My daughter, Maggie loves it. She eats it raw or cooked. I love your old farmhouse but I wouldn&#039;t trade my snug little mobile home for it. I&#039;m spoiled for 70 degree inside temperature and no frozen pipes. Have a great evening and :hug: to all.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class='eg-image' style='float:left; display:block; width:40px' ><img alt='' src='http://www.gravatar.com/avatar/966a21d77d019130dccb665782c28fd7?s=40&amp;d=http%3A%2F%2Fsuzannemcminn.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fgrav.jpg%3Fs%3D40&amp;r=G' class='avatar avatar-40 photo' height='40' width='40' /></span>This post brings back a lot of precious memories. <img src='http://suzannemcminn.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_heart.gif' alt=':heart:' class='wp-smiley' />   Our house had a walk in cellar. It was clean and we kids loved to play down there. All the cans my Momma would can sitting waiting for winter. We never had rhubarb though. Momma didn&#8217;t like it so we never acquired a taste for it. My daughter, Maggie loves it. She eats it raw or cooked. I love your old farmhouse but I wouldn&#8217;t trade my snug little mobile home for it. I&#8217;m spoiled for 70 degree inside temperature and no frozen pipes. Have a great evening and <img src='http://suzannemcminn.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/hug.gif' alt=':hug:' class='wp-smiley' />  to all.</p>
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