Thanks to everyone who posted a comment this weekend. We learned a lot.

The winner of Catherine Stang’s autographed copy of The Bargain goes to…….

Zara

Zara, I’ll contact you for your mailing info and Catherine will get the book to you. I know you’ll love reading it.

Everyone please come back tomorrow and see what Kate Bridges is blogging about. It’ll be interesting. Also we at P&P hope you’re all getting your turkey thawed for Thanksgiving. It’ll be here before you know it.

All the names of those who left comments went into the turkey roaster….

and the winner of an autographed copy of A BRIDE BY CHRISTMAS is….

BRENDA MAZUR!  Congrats, Brenda.  Watch for your book in the mail soon.

Thanks to all who visited Wildflower Junction this weekend, even though you were undoubtedly busy putting up your Christmas tree (send me a photo for my tour SaintJohn@aol.com) or shopping for groceries.  I turned a 20 pound bird into creamed turkey this weekend.

Stay tuned for more fun coming this week!

That’s Irish for “Merry Christmas.” With Christmas quickly closing in on us, I thought I’d talk about my latest Christmas anthology and some of the Irish Christmas traditions I uncovered while researching my novella.

My first three fictions sales were for novellas. The way this works with my publisher is that an author comes up with an idea for an anthology then recruits three other authors to work with them.(One can be unpublished but three of the authors must already be established with my publisher) Once the anthology team is assembled, the group brainstorms ideas and decides in which direction they want to go and then a proposal is put together and submitted to the editor. Each author will write a 20,000 word novella. Sometimes these novella collections are very closely linked by family or town. Those require much more collaboration than ones linked only by theme.

A Bride by Christmas is my latest novella collection. The stories in it have several tie-ins:

1. One of the characters must marry by Christmas or something bad   
     will happen

2. The stories must be set on the prairie.

3. The heroines must not be American, but from another country
     and some of her Christmas traditions must be included in the
     story.

Here’s a blurb about my novella, An Irish Bride for Christmas:

When Jackson Lancaster’s brother and wife are killed in a stage holdup, he takes his three-year-old niece home. But a meddling busy-body makes the local judge give her custody, “because an unmarried man shouldn’t raise a little girl.” Now Jackson has until Christmas to find a bride or lose his niece forever. Larkin Doyle is grateful her employer took in the orphan and believes Jackson abandoned his niece. When her heart decides otherwise, will romance blossom?   

And here are some Irish Christmas traditions. There are many more, but these are the more widely known ones.

THE CANDLE:

The placing of a lighted candle in the window of a house on Christmas Eve had a number of purposes, but primarily it was a symbol of welcome to Mary and Joseph as they traveled looking for shelter. The candle was a way of saying there was room for Jesus’ parents in these homes even if there was none in Bethlehem. The candle should be lit by the youngest member of the household and could only be extinguished by a girl bearing the name ‘Mary.’ (That could explain why that name used to be so popular)

THE LADEN TABLE:After the evening meal on Christmas Eve the kitchen table was again set and on it was placed a loaf of bread filled with caraway seeds and raisins, a pitcher of milk, and a large lit candle. The door to the house was left unlatched so that Mary and Joseph, or any wandering travelers, could avail of the welcome.

DECORATIONS:The placing of a ring of holly on doors originated in Ireland as holly was one of the main plants that flourished at Christmas time and gave the poor ample means with which to decorate their dwellings. All decorations are traditionally taken down on Little Christmas (January 6th.) and it is considered to be bad luck to take them down beforehand.

CHRISTMAS DINNER:

Roast goose, stuffed with potatoes and onions, pig’s head garlanded with curly cabbage, a piece of salt beef, and an abundance of potatoes was, and is, the never-changing menu in humble Irish households. In wealthier homes, rice pudding, plentifully sprinkled with currants, or plum pudding, was served. Among the more traditional Irish elements were spiced beef (spiced over several days, cooked, and then pressed) which can be served either hot or cold. The traditional dessert is usually composed of mince pies, Christmas pudding, and brandy or rum sauce.

Gift Giving and St. Stephen’s Day:

Before Christmas it was customary to give small gifts, usually of the cash variety, to deliverymen. Long ago, this was done on St. Stephen’s day, also known as Boxing Day (the day after Christmas). Traditionally, pantomime plays are performed on St. Stephen’s day, in which women play the men’s roles and vice-versa. In Dublin there are usually several plays going on with subjects including Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Puss in Boots, and Babes in the Wood.

THE WREN BOY PROCESSION:

The wren, the wren,
the king of all birds

Most people treat the Wren Boys to porter and pudding. Any young people in the house are cajoled to continue on with the gang until there is a decent assembly of young folk being followed by most of the children in the neighborhood. They will end up in some neighbor’s house, and if someone produces a fiddle, the party begins.

Irish Christmas traditions draw to a close on January 6th. The 12 days of the Irish Christmas season mark the twelve days between the birth of Christ and the arrival of the “Three Wise Men”, the Magi. January 6th is the day of the feast of the Epiphany. It is called “Little Christmas” in Ireland, Nollaig Bheag in Gaelic.

Little Christmas is sacred as a celebration of God’s manifestation to us in human form…Jesus. Some say that long ago, before Western Civilization adopted the Gregorian calendar, the Epiphany was the traditional day to celebrate the birth of Christ, and that this is the reason the Irish still call this day Little Christmas.

Isn’t it interesting how many of our traditions today date back to some of these? I did a lot of research on Irish Christmas celebrations but was able to use very little of it in my short novella. Of course, I’m saving it, and maybe one of these days, I’ll write a longer book and have the chance to incorporate more of my research.

Here’s a link if you’d like to buy my book: http://www.amazon.com/Bride-Christmas-English-Inspirational-Collection/dp/1602601194/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1226017067&sr=1-2

If you care to make a comment, your name will be entered in a drawing to receive a free copy of A Bride by Christmas.

Vickie McDonough

A big thanks to the ladies from Petticoats and Pistols for inviting me to come blog! 

When I was working on my new release, The Bargain, I had a rare chance to do research with my husband.  (Not the way you’re thinking.  LOL.)  Like the hero in my story, my husband is a doctor, although in a different specialty.  The history of medicine is a hobby of my husband’s, so he enjoyed sharing with me what it was like to be a doctor back in the 1800’s.  I’d like to share with you what I discovered.       

The first Medical College in America was founded at the University of Pennsylvania in 1765.   American medicine in the mid-19th century was a far cry from today’s curriculum of 4 years of college, 4 years of medical school, and 3-6 years of residency training.

Most aspiring doctors would spend a few months in a medical school for 2 terms, often without having a college degree, then spend a year or two apprenticed to a practicing doctor where they would learn the practical aspects of patient care.  Medical students were renowned for their raucous and drunken behavior.  Most medical schools in America were privately owned and run by individual doctors.

 Medical techniques were still rudimentary.  No anesthesia, save for perhaps intoxicating the patient with liquor, was available at that time for surgery – even ether was not yet available.  A surgeon was prized for his ability to perform operations quickly due to the pain, and a good surgeon could, for example, amputate a leg in about 2 minutes.

Antibiotics were still decades in the future, so post-op infections were the rule, with mortality rates for even simple operations running about 50%.  Wounds were usually cauterized with boiling oil or hot pokers after surgery.  The operating theaters in hospitals were often located in towers or in a separate building so that other patients could not hear the screams of the surgery patients.  Surgeries of the abdomen or chest were uniformly fatal.

Medicine theory was still grounded in the passive, nature-based principles of Hippocrates, a Greek physician from 4^th century BC, and Galen, the 2nd century AD Roman physician. Some herbs were available in 19^th century America and some plants were used, such as the foxglove plant which provided digitalis for dropsy, or congestive heart failure, but the mechanism of action was unknown and doses were not precise.

Hospital wards were unsanitary to say the least – often 3-4 patients shared a bed, and one could often awaken to find oneself sleeping with the corpse of a bedfellow who had passed on during the night.  Doctors had little knowledge of the germ theory, which was doubted and ridiculed by some doctors, so handwashing between patient visits, or even between the doctor doing an autopsy and examining his next patient, was rare.  No wonder people would do most anything to avoid going into a hospital when they could.

With standard medicine in such a state, many people sought out herbalists or homeopaths who, even if their nostrums were ineffective, at least did little harm and let the patient heal by themselves if possible.  This was preferable to the frequent bloodletting or provision of emetics and strong purgatives to make the patient vomit or have diarrhea which were among the “heroic medicine” treatments most doctors used at the time.

Of necessity, medical practice advanced during the Civil War, possibly due to the sheer number of patients. Attention began to be paid to basic hygiene as cause and effect perhaps became more readily apparent, and army physicians began to compare notes on epidemics and infection. Slowly, new methods of dealing with traumatic injuries were developed and patient care overall began to improve, although it was still primitive. Some believe that medicine advanced more during the Civil War than during any other four-year period in history.

My latest release, The Bargain, takes place in a Union field hospital in the closing days of the Civil War. It is the jumping off point for my Western series, Finding Home. Researching the medical practices of the time gave me a greater sense of admiration for the doctors of the Old West and what they went through to try to help others. 

I have an autographed copy of my new release The Bargain to give away. I’ll draw a winner from all the comments.  Thanks in advance for stopping by to leave a comment. 

The Bargain is available in print & e book from www.whiskeycreekpress.com 

I always enjoy hearing from readers.  You can write to me at catherinestang@cox.net

You can check out my releases at www.catherinestang.com 

My blog is www.cathystang.blogspot.com  My newsletter is http://groups.yahoo.com/group/catherinestang.   

Congratulations to Melissa D!!!

THANK YOU to everyone for coming out to post today!  I’ll be giving away FIVE boot and star ornaments over the next month, and another cowboy boot ornament this coming Tuesday at WAP 

Hello Darlings,

Just wanted to jog your memories and remind you that two very lovely and talented ladies will be here this weekend.

Miss Vickie McDonough and Miss Catherine Stang will arrive by stage for our pleasure.

Both ladies plan to entertain us with Christmas traditions and medical practices in the old West. Miss Vickie and Miss Catherine are also bursting to tell us about their new books. Ah can hardly wait!

Wildflower Junction is the place and Saturday is the time for us to come together and show these ladies a good ol’ fashioned welcome. You have to be here to get your name in the hat for a free book. Hee-hee.

Today I’ll be taking a peek into some cowboy boot history and will be giving away this cowboy 
boot ornament to one of our comment posters. I have always had a boot fetish, from combat to cowboy, boots are one of my guilty pleasures.  My favorite pair at present are these brown moch side-button boots which I love dearly. The rest are a variety of tall, short and mid-calf boots. Tug on, side-zip and lace-up–I love them all! When it comes to cowboys, boots aren’t just fashion, they’re a necessity and contrary to a certain country song, they’re boots AREN’T made for walking. In fact, the wedged heal and narrow toe encourage them to stay in the saddle   

So why do cowboy boots have those wedge heels? While in the saddle, the tall heel minimized the risk of the foot sliding forward through the stirrup, which could be life-threatening if it happened and the rider were to be unseated. There was often considerable risk that a cowboy would fall from a horse, both because he often had to ride young, unpredictable horses, but also because he had to do challenging ranch work in difficult terrain, that often meant that he could accidentally become unseated by a quick-moving horse. If a rider fell from a horse but had a boot get caught in the stirrup, there arose a very great risk that the horse could panic and run off, dragging the cowboy, causing severe injury and possible death. The tall shaft, comfortably loose fit, and lack of lacing all were additional features that helped prevent a cowboy from being dragged since his body weight could pull his foot out of the boot if he fell off while the boot remained stuck in the stirrup.

When mounting and, especially, dismounting, the slick, treadless leather sole of the boot allowed easy insertion and removal of the foot into the stirrup of the Western saddle. The original toe was rounded and a bit narrowed at the toe to make it easier to insert.

The cowboy boot is often described as descended from the Hessian boot, a boot style that which was common among cavalry in Europe in the 18th century. However, the northern European cavalry boot was not necessarily a direct predecessor. As the working cowboy was often underpaid, a mass-produced boot style, the Wellington boot (named after the Duke of Wellington) was popular with cowboys in the USA until the 1860s..

During the cattle drive era of 1866–1884 when the pay for cowboys rose somewhat due to overall increases in the price of meat, better wages, combined with a cowboy’s often-nomadic lifestyle, led the cowboy to invest in quality leather saddles and boots. While a cowboy was not apt to ruin a good pair of dress boots while working, basic style elements permeated even working boots, and made the Wellington obsolete. Thus, the style commonly known as the cowboy boot appeared in the mid 19th century, with the higher heel, elaborate stitching, and other decorative features distinguishing the new style from the military issue boots that preceded them.

This is a fun tidbit I got off the Hyer Boot site:

“The Hyer Boot Company was founded circa 1880 by brothers Charles and Edward Hyer. As boys they learned boot making from their father, William, a German immigrant who began practicing shoemaking after he came to the United States in the mid-1800s. Charles moved to Olathe in 1872 where he found work at the Olathe School for the Deaf teaching shoe and harness making. He opened a small cobbling shop on the side and hired his brother Edward to help him run it.

Tradition credits Charles Hyer as one of the first to invent the cowboy boot. Company promotional materials state that a Colorado cowboy stopped by the Hyer shop on his way home from the Kansas City stockyards in 1875, requesting a new pair of boots that were different from his Civil War-style boots. He wanted a boot with a pointed toe that would slide more easily into a stirrup, a high, slanted heel that would hold a stirrup, and a high top with scalloped front and back so he could get in and out of his boots more easily. Charles accepted the challenge. The unknown cowboy was so pleased with Hyer’s work that he returned to Colorado and told others about his new boots.”

So there you have it, some cowboy boot evolution—a style that’s still going strong today!

Anyone else remember tugging off your dad’s boots at night?  He’d drop into a chair and sometimes my brother and I would see who could get a boot off first—it wasn’t easy!  Anyone have cowboy boots kickin’ round in their closet?

With the holidays swiftly approaching, our thoughts turn to family dinners and special menus.  I’ll bet your Thanksgiving and Christmas tables hold at least one Jell-O salad.  Something red with marshmallows and fruit — or green with pineapple and whipped cream — or most likely of all — a cranberry mold.  Each of us remembers Jell-O from our earliest years.  It’s just always been there.  Open the little box, pour the granules into boiling water, and refrigerate.  What could be easier? 

Five or six years ago for Thanksgiving, I actually bought a fish bowl and created a seascape with blue gelatin and Gummy fish and Gummy worms.  It was a laborious task, took a mountain of Jell-O, and the kids all thought it was pretty weird.  Yeah, well, that’s me.  Every once in a while I still poke holes in a cake and pour Jell-O over it.  Chocolate cake with raspberry gelatin is my favorite.  How about that time-consuming seven-layer Jell-O?  This Thanksgiving we’ll be having our traditional strawberry pretzel dessert. 

Am I making you hungry?  Bringing back fond food memories?  We take gelatin for granted, but our forefathers–or foremothers–went through a much more complicated process to do what we do in minutes.

Before the turn of the century gelatin was a functional food item rather than a treat.  Since the days of ancient Greece, jellies and aspics had been used to bind, glaze, and also to preserve foods—like the canned hams we buy today.

To us gelatin is a dessert, but past cooks flavored their gelatins with vinegar, wine, almond extract, and other items to produce a tart product.  The foods they glazed were more often meats than sweets.

As long ago as the Renaissance, chefs took pride in constructing elaborate gelatin molds, and no dinner party was complete without at least one jelly construction worthy of the best modern-day wedding cake baker. In the nineteenth century, the most popular mold designs were castles and fortresses complete with doors, windows, and crenellated turrets.

Before this century, the glue needed for gelatin, called collagen, had to be laboriously extracted from meat bones. In the Middle Ages, deer antlers were a popular source of the glue; and later, calves’ feet and knuckles. Housewives in the nineteenth century used isinglass, made from the membranes of fish bladders.

Gelatin-making was a daylong affair, requiring the tedious scraping of hair from the feet, hours of boiling and simmering with egg whites to degrease and clarify the broth, and careful filtering through jelly bags or “filtering stools.” The transparent finished product was then dried into sheets, leaves, or rounds.

In 1890, Charles B. Knox of Jamestown, New York was watching his wife make calves’ foot jelly when he decided that a prepackaged, easy-to-use gelatin mix was just what the housewife needed. Knox set out to develop, manufacture, and distribute the granulated gelatin, while his wife invented recipes for the new kitchen staple.

In 1897, Pearl B. Wait, a NY carpenter and cough medicine manufacturer, developed a fruit-flavored gelatin. His wife, May Davis Wait, named his product Jell-O.  Because of the development of the icebox at the end of the century, America was ready for gelatin desserts.

Wait’s product found its way to few American tables before it was bought by the food tycoon Frank Woodward, who was already marketing a coffee and tea substitute named Grain-O.  Within a few years the genius in packaging, mass marketing, and advertising turned Jell-O into a household word. The 10 cent carton advertised a delicious dessert that was delicate, delightful, and dainty, and the Jell-O trademark of a young girl with carton and kettle in hand soon appeared on store displays, dishes, spoons, and other promotional articles.

To show the housewife how versatile the product was, Woodward’s company distributed free booklets with Jell-O recipes. One booklet alone ran to a printing of 15 million copies!

By 1925, Jell-O was a big-money industry. In that year Jell-O joined Postum to form General Foods, today one of the largest corporations in America.  By the 1930’s, Jell-O had become a way of life. No Sunday dinner was complete without a concoction known as Golden Glow salad, Jell-O laced with grated carrot and canned pineapple and served with gobs of mayonnaise.

Knox Gelatine tried to discourage the rush toward Jell-O with ads warning shoppers to spurn sissy-sweet salads that were 85 percent sugar. While Knox stressed the purity of their odorless, tasteless, sugarless gelatin, Jell-O highlighted their product’s versatility.

As for the belief that gelatin is good for the hair and nails, the only claim made by either Jell-O or Knox is that their product may do some good for some people’s hair and nails. Sugarfree gelatin is popular among dieters.

In the field of photography, gelatin was introduced in the late 1870s as a substitute for wet collodion. It was used to coat dry photographic plates, marking the beginning of modern photographic methods. Gelatin’s use in the manufacture of medicinal capsules occurred in the twentieth century.

Golden Glow Salad

1 package (3 ounces) orange gelatin

1 cup boiling water

1 can (8 ounces) crushed pineapple

1 tablespoon lemon juice Cold water

1/4 teaspoon salt, optional

3/4 cup finely shredded carrots

In a bowl, dissolve gelatin in boiling water. Drain pineapple, reserving juice. Add lemon juice and enough cold water to pineapple juice to make 1 cup; add salt if desired. Stir into gelatin. Chill until slightly set. Stir in pineapple and carrots. Pour into an oiled 4-cup mold; cover and chill until firm. Unmold.

Yield: 6 servings.

<—- Hold everything: You can buy Jell-O on amazon .com.

In my search I discovered Jell-O shots, Jell-O wrestling, Jell-O spokesperson Bill Cosby, Jell-O Jiggler eggs (the kids stepped on one of these on my carpet one Easter – not good) and of course Jell-O molds.

What is your favorite gelatin memory?

Do you have a standby recipe for holidays?

If you want to share, post your favorite Jell-O recipe for us.

Yeehaw! Two guests for the price of one!

This is going to be a ringtailed Saturday for sure. Vickie McDonough and Catherine Stang will be back in Wildflower Junction and looking to entertain all you fine ladies.

Miss Vickie is going to be sharing Yule Tide traditions and promoting her new anthology which just happens to be a Christmas book. Ah know it’ll be interesting.

Miss Catherine will talk about medicine in the old West and make us really glad we didn’t live back then. That would’ve been a hard dose to swallow. In addition, she’ll give us a peek inside her new book called The Bargain.

Shake your bustle and saddle our horse, whatever it takes to be right here come Saturday. You won’t want to miss it. Both ladies are toting prizes. So get your name in the hat and learn something new at the same time. We’ll miss you if you’re not here.

Here in Omaha, we’re winding down with Garage Sale season. After all, it’s mid-November, and Nebraska can be downright cold and snowy this time of year. But the weather lately has been mild, and we managed to squeak in a garage sale just a couple of weeks ago.

Now, the women in my family have this garage sale thing down to a science. We know what we have to do, and we all take turns doing it. We almost always have our sales in spring, before school gets out. And our secret weapon is my sister’s house. And I mean secret with a capital ‘S’.

She lives on a corner on a busy through-street, across from a school, and catty-wampus from a church and pre-school. This corner gets TRAFFIC. All we have to do is put up a few signs and balloons and folks come calling. Even better, we’ve developed a reputation over the years that this multi-family of mine has good STUFF to sell. And we sell it cheap.

Now note that I am so not a garage saler. I love having them (most of the time), but I never, ever go to them. It’s just not my thing. But folks love them, and they come to ours in all ages and nationalities.

Every garage sale has it’s own personality, and we’ve been at this so long, we’ve accumulated quite a few stories to tuck under our belts. Here’s a few:

**Like the time when a twenty-something young man bought my daughter’s coat. This was when girls liked the baggy, masculine look, and her coat was a good fit for him. He bought it for a few bucks and left. Well, you can imagine my surprise when he came back a little while later with a big grin on his face. He proceeded to tell me he’d found two $20 bills in the pocket. And he wasn’t there to give them back, either.

I gasped in shock. “Shame on you. My daughter worked HARD for that money!”

He only smirked. “Finders-keepers.”

And he walked off. I just wanted to smack that arrogant smirk right off him. The mother in me really thought he should’ve returned the money.

*I* would have. I think. Would you?

**Another of my sisters sold her husband’s snow blower. It was a big one, and a city employee had bought it. But he couldn’t lift it, nor could he fit it into his vehicle, so a short time later, he returned with an official City of Omaha bobcat, lowered the bucket and scooped that snowblower right in. It was funny seeing the bobcat lumber off with the snowblower.

**One year, we had so much traffic, cars were parked on both sides of the street and other cars couldn’t get through. A cop happened by, pulled over and got the street cleared again. Then he figured as long as he was there, he’d have himself a look around. He drove off with my dad’s sawhorses in the trunk.

**At this last sale, a female bus driver pulled up and opened the bus’ door.

“Is that a dog bed you got there?” she called.

My sister walked toward her. “Yes.”

“I can’t get off the bus, and no one can get on. Hold it up so I can see it.”

Barb did–and held up a cat’s bed, too.

“I’ll take them.”

Sold! And the buyer never left her steering wheel.

**Likewise, a young woman of color and her friend stopped at the end of the driveway. The friend got out and moseyed through our treasures, but she didn’t get far before the young woman called from the open car window.

“What’s in the bag?”

Now this was a very non-descript vinyl bag. I have no idea why she even noticed the thing, let alone wanted to know what was inside it.

We were in the garage, but we yelled back and told her it was a queen-size air mattress. She asked how to blow it up. We yelled you had to pump the pedal.

“I’ll take it.”

Her friend paid the $2 for her. She never got out of the car, never looked the mattress over, never even touched it–or asked any more questions.

If she had, we would’ve told her the mattress had a teensy little leak that was just about impossible to find. Oh, well. I guess whomever slept on it would know all about that leak when they woke up in the morning.

**Another secret weapon is my 75-year-old mother. She takes our garage sales seriously, and she considers every person who steps foot in the driveway as a potential sale. She’s quick to ask what they’re looking for, and if they’re only browsing, she’ll suggest any number of our treasures for them to buy. She’s our best salesman, even if she’s a bit pushy.

The last few hours before our garage sales end, we sell everything half-price. It’s funny watching my mother sell our stuff to unsuspecting Hispanics, and if they don’t speak English, well, it’s beyond hilarious.

“HALF-PRICE,” she yells, waving her arms up and down, trying to make them understand. “EVERYTHING HALF-PRICE. CAPISCE?”

She’s so intent on trying to communicate, she doesn’t realize she’s speaking one of the few Italian words she knows, and if the good-hearted Mexicans noticed, or understood her mistake, or took offense from her posturing, they never let-on. And yes, Hispanics are some of our best customers.

**Then there are those warm fuzzy moments when our cast-offs truly are someone’s treasure. This year’s sale happened to fall on Halloween, and a young couple came to a screeching halt in front of the driveway.

“Are those Power Rangers costumes hanging over there?” the woman shouted.

“Yes.”

She squealed and jumped out of the car, her male companion right on her heels. She took one look at the two costumes, still with their tags on, and whipped out a couple of $5 bills.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for these, and costumes are sooo expensive. Oh, thank you!”

We had no idea if the sizes happened to be what she was looking for. We suspect she was just so glad to have them for her little boys, she’d MAKE them fit. Yeah, we basked in the warm glow of that sale.

So how about you? Are you an ardent bargain finder? Love having garage sales? Love going to them? Have a story to tell? Please share!

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