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		<title>By: Doug Lipman</title>
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		<dc:creator>Doug Lipman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 01:23:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.</description>
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		<title>By: Suzanne Hempen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Suzanne Hempen</dc:creator>
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		<description>I found this Thanksgiving story at http://www.thanksgiving-food-gifts.com/  I thought I would share it with you.  It is really a wonderfully American story.
A surprise Thanksgiving feast in the French countryside.  &quot;Just out of college and eager to travel the world, my friend Malcolm and I decided to move to France In the fall of 1976 and immerse ourselves in the French culture.  The two of us took French language courses in a school in Tours, France - a language institute that catered mostly to young adults from countries throughout the world.  Like us, most of the other students rented rooms in the homes of local host families who spoke little or no English.  It was an unforgettable experience staying with these families.  We got to know some of them very well.  We learned about their traditions and they learned about ours.  In late November, however, we couldn&#039;t help but be reminded of home as we walked the streets and markets of France and saw no pumpkins, no harvest decor, no turkeys.  One evening, we were invited over for dinner by one of the host families.  When we arrived and they opened the door to their home, we were taken completely by surprise to see a full Thanksgiving celebration feast awaiting us.  The parents and children were dressed up as Pilgrims and Indians.  They served us roasted turkey, potatoes, cranberries, and pumpkin pie.  It was a slice of home away from home, and one of the most unique and memorable Thanksgivings I&#039;ve ever had.&quot;
— Bob Cole
Camarillo, California</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found this Thanksgiving story at <a href="http://www.thanksgiving-food-gifts.com/" rel="nofollow">http://www.thanksgiving-food-gifts.com/</a>  I thought I would share it with you.  It is really a wonderfully American story.<br />
A surprise Thanksgiving feast in the French countryside.  &#8220;Just out of college and eager to travel the world, my friend Malcolm and I decided to move to France In the fall of 1976 and immerse ourselves in the French culture.  The two of us took French language courses in a school in Tours, France &#8211; a language institute that catered mostly to young adults from countries throughout the world.  Like us, most of the other students rented rooms in the homes of local host families who spoke little or no English.  It was an unforgettable experience staying with these families.  We got to know some of them very well.  We learned about their traditions and they learned about ours.  In late November, however, we couldn&#8217;t help but be reminded of home as we walked the streets and markets of France and saw no pumpkins, no harvest decor, no turkeys.  One evening, we were invited over for dinner by one of the host families.  When we arrived and they opened the door to their home, we were taken completely by surprise to see a full Thanksgiving celebration feast awaiting us.  The parents and children were dressed up as Pilgrims and Indians.  They served us roasted turkey, potatoes, cranberries, and pumpkin pie.  It was a slice of home away from home, and one of the most unique and memorable Thanksgivings I&#8217;ve ever had.&#8221;<br />
— Bob Cole<br />
Camarillo, California</p>
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