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	<title>Comments on: A visit with Lady Liberty</title>
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		<title>By: Alice Murray</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alice Murray</dc:creator>
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		<description>Ron: What a beautiful account of a precious, unforgettable moment. 
I made the trek to the statue&#039;s crown when I was in second grade. To this day, I recall with clarity walking up the winding stairs, reaching her crown, and holding my dad&#039;s hand as I peered out through the windows. Like your dad, he had fought in World War II, and recalled shipping out from New York harbor for the voyage to Europe aboard the Queen Mary.  
A few years ago I  accompanied my dad on what would be his last trip to Manhattan, and we shared a dinner cruise around the island, watching the sun set over a glistening Lady Liberty.  We saw the Queen Mary II in the harbor, and he recalled that long-ago voyage dodging German U Boats. Again I held his hand as we talked of that trip, and of our climb up the stairs of Lady Liberty when I was a little girl.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ron: What a beautiful account of a precious, unforgettable moment.<br />
I made the trek to the statue&#8217;s crown when I was in second grade. To this day, I recall with clarity walking up the winding stairs, reaching her crown, and holding my dad&#8217;s hand as I peered out through the windows. Like your dad, he had fought in World War II, and recalled shipping out from New York harbor for the voyage to Europe aboard the Queen Mary.<br />
A few years ago I  accompanied my dad on what would be his last trip to Manhattan, and we shared a dinner cruise around the island, watching the sun set over a glistening Lady Liberty.  We saw the Queen Mary II in the harbor, and he recalled that long-ago voyage dodging German U Boats. Again I held his hand as we talked of that trip, and of our climb up the stairs of Lady Liberty when I was a little girl.</p>
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