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	<title>Comments on: Patty Locke</title>
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		<title>By: Mary Beth (Albritton)</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary Beth (Albritton)</dc:creator>
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		<description>My very first friend.  When dad was transferred to Pensacola in 1960 we settled in Bayou Grove.  Patty was the very first person I met and kept as a friend in my heart for a very long time.  I remember spending summers playing in the bayou with her and going to her house while her mom peeled potatoes and she let me try the taste of a raw potato.  How her mother was my other mother at St. Stephens&#039; school.  I remember missing her and wrote her a letter for her only to receive it on a much needed day.  I remember her meeting me at Ponchartrain Beach when I had my first little one.  You are an angel Patty and I will NEVER forget you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My very first friend.  When dad was transferred to Pensacola in 1960 we settled in Bayou Grove.  Patty was the very first person I met and kept as a friend in my heart for a very long time.  I remember spending summers playing in the bayou with her and going to her house while her mom peeled potatoes and she let me try the taste of a raw potato.  How her mother was my other mother at St. Stephens&#8217; school.  I remember missing her and wrote her a letter for her only to receive it on a much needed day.  I remember her meeting me at Ponchartrain Beach when I had my first little one.  You are an angel Patty and I will NEVER forget you.</p>
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