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A lighthouse on the way.The CaptainWe really liked this house. The views were fantastic along the waterways. So relaxing they both napped. This is a hotel I think in York, Maine where we checked out another light house and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LGX8zq3Id-pHW5RdzLHeCcyTXRA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LGX8zq3Id-pHW5RdzLHeCcyTXRA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/Bz6zIrUTX-w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-places-i-took-mom-and-aunt-connie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4FRnc_fCp7ImA9WhRREk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-2488116138031635308</id><published>2011-11-25T06:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:48:37.944-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T08:48:37.944-05:00</app:edited><title>Graditude</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/graditude.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/2488116138031635308?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/2488116138031635308?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/hEQJW2OmUVs/graditude.html" title="Graditude" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I woke up way to early this morning. As I am laying in bed praying to fall back asleep my mind begins to think of all the people and things I am grateful for in my life. Many things start flashing through my mind so I decided to get up and write it down because my mind was swirling so much sleep had evaded me.I am grateful for my family. My parents taught me strong values and helped to shape and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_QpyO7YXs37idyYom2AJLP3FijM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_QpyO7YXs37idyYom2AJLP3FijM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/hEQJW2OmUVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/graditude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUASHs8fyp7ImA9WhRREk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-5541041484825435688</id><published>2011-11-24T22:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:00:49.577-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T10:00:49.577-05:00</app:edited><title>Introducing Mom and Aunt Connie to my friends!</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/introducing-mom-and-aunt-connie-to-my.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/5541041484825435688?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/5541041484825435688?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/d-dqiOOkNIU/introducing-mom-and-aunt-connie-to-my.html" title="Introducing Mom and Aunt Connie to my friends!" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62CRfPgUqgI/Ts8bL5QaJbI/AAAAAAAAC2I/C-90t9_RHnE/s72-c/DSCN0653.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My parents worry a lot about me. I wanted them to know that I am surrounded by many great people who care and look out for me. I decided to have a couple of dinners to introduce my Mom and Aunt Connie to some of these people. The first dinner I had I invited the people who have taken me under their wings and welcomed me in as part of their families. Dick Danjou, Jo and Bill Maitland, Bob and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h3iu31jU1ZXvdrYDLjI8CuGyD_g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h3iu31jU1ZXvdrYDLjI8CuGyD_g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/d-dqiOOkNIU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/introducing-mom-and-aunt-connie-to-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8DR3w_cCp7ImA9WhRREk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-4254100864391226388</id><published>2011-11-24T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:11:16.248-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T10:11:16.248-05:00</app:edited><title>A day at Quincy Market</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-at-quincy-market.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/4254100864391226388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/4254100864391226388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/a3-oP_ldxlo/day-at-quincy-market.html" title="A day at Quincy Market" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1kHMvp6k6Y/Ts23619GbiI/AAAAAAAACzo/6QgoIIAhbbI/s72-c/DSCN0641.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I think by the time we got done with all the adventures Mom and Connie started to love their ride on the "T". They got yet another ride when we went to spend the day at Quincy Market. Where's Waldo AKA Mom and ConnieConnie was amazed at how large the foot of the statue was. We walked through the Holocaust Memorial and then headed to the street performers. This little boy was incredibly talented. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DAuvbHIZkQLpo_LCwIj8CrmNQp4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DAuvbHIZkQLpo_LCwIj8CrmNQp4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/qO3rYnSOA8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/boston-duck-tour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIFSH06fyp7ImA9WhRREk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-476987446454748700</id><published>2011-11-21T23:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:21:59.317-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T10:21:59.317-05:00</app:edited><title>Spirit of Boston Cruise</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/spirit-of-boston-cruise.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/476987446454748700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/476987446454748700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/RLJNBwef5JE/spirit-of-boston-cruise.html" title="Spirit of Boston Cruise" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rufKjCgulFg/TssVbkd1xdI/AAAAAAAACug/dSRYAMeW-vk/s72-c/Spirit+of+Boston.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My Mom and Aunt Connie came to visit me the end of July and first of Aug. Their first day in town I had them go to the Isabella Garner museum and had them meet up with my friend Julie to be their tour guide. They got their first taste of the subway also known in Boston as the "T". They got to experience the busy life of the city. I am sure it was a bit overwhelming for a couple of small town folk
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nO17JMAcvK9yDzq9HDDGoUvEIGo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nO17JMAcvK9yDzq9HDDGoUvEIGo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/RLJNBwef5JE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/11/spirit-of-boston-cruise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MRno_fip7ImA9WhdUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-5853296464599771453</id><published>2011-10-03T07:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:38:07.446-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T13:38:07.446-04:00</app:edited><title>Somerville Homeless Coalition 5K Race, Thanks to Everyone!!!</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/10/somerville-homeless-coalition-5k-race.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/5853296464599771453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/5853296464599771453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/B5vUHoqt8Nw/somerville-homeless-coalition-5k-race.html" title="Somerville Homeless Coalition 5K Race, Thanks to Everyone!!!" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Za58T12i_lM/TonBv5HF3DI/AAAAAAAACo0/DS7pPbeB13E/s72-c/20.20.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My company Ipswitch has started a program called iCare. They encourage us as employees to participate in community service. I work in our Network Management (NM) division and our management team came up with the theme of Twenty4Twenty which is a program that celebrated the 20th anniversary and sets a goal for our division to commit to 20 hours of community service per NM employee over 12 months. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JQ6EMixP92x_8Gg81iMZFkD8JC8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JQ6EMixP92x_8Gg81iMZFkD8JC8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/B5vUHoqt8Nw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/10/somerville-homeless-coalition-5k-race.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08NRXw8eSp7ImA9WhdUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-135514984379328166</id><published>2011-09-28T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:31:34.271-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-28T21:31:34.271-04:00</app:edited><title>Collecting "Change" for the Homeless 5K Run Fundraiser-Last Reminder-</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/collecting-change-for-homeless-5k-run.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/135514984379328166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/135514984379328166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/9VcZTtDaKVM/collecting-change-for-homeless-5k-run.html" title="Collecting &quot;Change&quot; for the Homeless 5K Run Fundraiser-Last Reminder-" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I wanted to send out a last reminder email about the 5K race I will be running in this Saturday on October 1st. Thank you to everyone who has provided support thus far through your donations. This is a great way to help give our neighbors who have had a rough go a chance to transition back into our society and work towards a better life. The following video will give you a look into how the SHC 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jHdbucXmSGiBZAd3UWezV5amNFg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jHdbucXmSGiBZAd3UWezV5amNFg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/9VcZTtDaKVM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/collecting-change-for-homeless-5k-run.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIARn84eip7ImA9WhdVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-8418700507088275324</id><published>2011-09-22T12:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:55:47.132-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-22T12:55:47.132-04:00</app:edited><title>Enthusiasm</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/enthusiasm.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/8418700507088275324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/8418700507088275324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/tOXMPqRV8xw/enthusiasm.html" title="Enthusiasm" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">     The subject for my blog today came from something I posted on Facebook a while back. It went something like this. Enthusiasm is contagious. Not having enthusiasm is also contagious. So which are you going to have? 

     Enthusiasm could be defined as an absorbing or controlling possession of the mind by any interest or pursuit. Anything that inspires zeal or fervor could be considered 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R7JpT31xfX0ENlSqrtUlKsK34ME/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R7JpT31xfX0ENlSqrtUlKsK34ME/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/-Hgdy2mpC1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/09/collecting-change-for-homeless.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYFRX87fCp7ImA9WhdSGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-3341136295514334384</id><published>2011-07-29T21:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:21:54.104-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-29T23:21:54.104-04:00</app:edited><title>Revere Sand Sculptures</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/07/revere-sand-sculptures.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/3341136295514334384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/3341136295514334384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/4ntpPADmrT8/revere-sand-sculptures.html" title="Revere Sand Sculptures" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKVdiJZcth0/Ti4drygRBpI/AAAAAAAACmw/g-hBkjXRRFI/s72-c/DSCN0501.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Sunday, July 17 my friends and I went for the evening to Revere Beach to see the Sand Sculptures. The Sculpting contest was the night before. We headed down about the time the sun was starting to set. It made for a lovely evening. Stephane Robert entered with "Fly Me to the Moon...Let Me Play Among the Stars." Robert is from Montreal.Montreal's Jonathan Bouchard took not only first place, but the
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This tree looked like it was all 
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I really liked the saying on the column."Climb High, Climb 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K4-oF-Lab8HI6_F1evbdckiDcCE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K4-oF-Lab8HI6_F1evbdckiDcCE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~4/A-ScjfsBkUw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/07/camping-in-berkshire-state-park.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCQXk-cCp7ImA9WhdSFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3620639402437105379.post-5456097878478274604</id><published>2011-07-23T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T08:31:00.758-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T08:31:00.758-04:00</app:edited><title>Lyman Estate-Historical New England</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://marthasmarvelousmemoirs.blogspot.com/2011/07/lyman-estate-historical-new-england.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/5456097878478274604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3620639402437105379/posts/default/5456097878478274604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MarthasMarvelousMemoirs/~3/pWUWmZxOUhI/lyman-estate-historical-new-england.html" title="Lyman Estate-Historical New England" /><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806298289203784156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnwe9K2kqlM/TNNi4DSvDNI/AAAAAAAAB4s/SVUjfYRU1fI/S220/IMG_7485.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__fY7x0q3O4/Th-Kfiw1XDI/AAAAAAAACho/DIZBfpe6OxU/s72-c/DSCN0391.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Theodore Lyman (1753-1839) was born the son of a minister in York, Maine. He established himself in shipping before moving to Boston after the American Revolution. He expanded his business interests from the Northwest fur trade into the China Trade, acquiring sufficient wealth by the time he was forty years old to support a country estate and gentleman’s farm. Theodore Lyman began to acquire land
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Some of the management team got these plates with chocolate molds of the Breakers and yummy looking covered strawberries. 
Main entrance of the 
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The Network Monitoring Division, this is the division I work for. This is the dinner hall.We were served so much food. Our first course was a salad on top of watermelon and a crab cake and one other item I can't remember. Dinner was a 
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