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	<title>James-Thomson Hodgen&#039;s Diary 1920 &#187; John Larkin</title>
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		<title>20th Feb 1920</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 04:29:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[John Larkin]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have been grieving for the past five days, it turns out that the man waiting for me at my house was there to tell me that mother had past away. the women who gave me everything, the lady who raised me, fed me, cared for me and loved me&#8230;&#8230;gone. she has left me all &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://history.larkin.net.au/thedustydiary/2011/09/12/20th-feb-1920/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been grieving for the past five days, it turns out that the man waiting for me at my house was there to tell me that mother had past away. the women who gave me everything, the lady who raised me, fed me, cared for me and loved me&#8230;&#8230;gone. she has left me all the money in her bank account, 10 000 pounds. i never knew she had all this money. but that doesn&#8217;t matter right now, i have to get back on my feet, life will be hard with mother. but i should be able to cope.</p>
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		<title>15th Feb 1920</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 04:24:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[John Larkin]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When i was walking to work today i saw a few things and thought that maybe i might tell you about what i saw there was the local town drunk asking for pence mumbling words that didnt make sense as we walked past i tossed him a few &#8220;thank you&#8221; he said turned around and &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://history.larkin.net.au/thedustydiary/2011/09/12/15th-feb-1920/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When i was walking to work today i saw a few things and thought that maybe i might tell you about what i saw</p>
<p>there was the local town drunk</p>
<p>asking for pence</p>
<p>mumbling words</p>
<p>that didnt make sense</p>
<p>as we walked past</p>
<p>i tossed him a few</p>
<p>&#8220;thank you&#8221; he said</p>
<p>turned around and spewed</p>
<p>the road was hard</p>
<p>no shoes, it hurt</p>
<p>but i went on to walk</p>
<p>all the way to work</p>
<p>and after i shed</p>
<p>litres of sweat</p>
<p>the boss told me</p>
<p>James take a rest</p>
<p>and so i went home</p>
<p>and walked in the house</p>
<p>a man was standing there</p>
<p>whats this all about??</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>3rd Feb 1920</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 04:13:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[John Larkin]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life As Is Vol.1 By J.T Hodgens: Days are hot, and hours are long and still me bank is empty and just only, the other morn&#8217; was robbed by vigilantes we rashen food, my mother and i so everyday is tough no car, no shoes, just shorts and shirt so every road is rough the &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://history.larkin.net.au/thedustydiary/2011/09/12/febuary-3rd-1920/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Life As Is Vol.1 By J.T Hodgens:</p>
<p>Days are hot, and hours are long</p>
<p>and still me bank is empty</p>
<p>and just only, the other morn&#8217;</p>
<p>was robbed by vigilantes</p>
<p>we rashen food, my mother and i</p>
<p>so everyday is tough</p>
<p>no car, no shoes, just shorts and shirt</p>
<p>so every road is rough</p>
<p>the age approaches, 18 years</p>
<p>we&#8217;re only just left of war</p>
<p>the say we fought for freedom</p>
<p>but i doubt thats what its for&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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		<title>First Log</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 12:18:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[John Larkin]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[okay, so here&#8217;s the deal. I&#8217;m 17 going on 18 in a week from now. Mum say to me, &#8220;i have an early birthday present for you&#8221; She then hands me a brown paper parcel with THIS in it! I&#8217;m 17, i don&#8217;t need a diary. Mum says it will be good for me because &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://history.larkin.net.au/thedustydiary/2011/08/22/this-new-book/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>okay, so here&#8217;s the deal. I&#8217;m 17 going on 18 in a week from now. Mum say to me, &#8220;i have an early birthday present for you&#8221;</p>
<p>She then hands me a brown paper parcel with THIS in it!</p>
<p>I&#8217;m 17, i don&#8217;t need a diary. Mum says it will be good for me because i enjoy writing poems every now and then.</p>
<p>and now that i have a job down at the blacksmith she says it will keep me in touch with reality.</p>
<p>Well i guess I&#8217;ll see how it goes&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..</p>
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