{"id":75,"date":"2009-10-15T00:52:00","date_gmt":"2009-10-15T00:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.famillecarter.com\/blog\/?p=75"},"modified":"2009-10-15T00:52:00","modified_gmt":"2009-10-15T00:52:00","slug":"tradition-familiale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/2009\/10\/tradition-familiale\/","title":{"rendered":"Tradition familiale"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;\" lang=\"fr-FR\">\u00c0 l&#8217;automne 2000, c&#8217;\u00e9tait une des premi\u00e8res fois que Jean-Michel et moi avons flirter ensemble au verger L&#8217;oiseau rouge. Depuis, \u00e0 chaque ann\u00e9e si on a la chance d&#8217;y retourner pour cueillir un beau gros sac de pommes rouges, on y va de bon coeur.  <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"> <\/div>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;\" lang=\"fr-FR\">Cette fois-ci c&#8217;\u00e9tait la premi\u00e8re fois que nous y avons \u00e9t\u00e9 avec notre petit bonhomme. C&#8217;\u00e9tait un r\u00e9el plaisir de montrer \u00e0 \u00c9z\u00e9kiel cette tradition familiale.  <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">  <\/div>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;\" lang=\"fr-FR\">\u00c7a lui a peut-\u00eatre prit vingt minutes pour manger sa premi\u00e8re pomme, mais il n&#8217;en a pas gaspill\u00e9 un p&#8217;tit bout de chaire.<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"> <\/div>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;\" lang=\"fr-FR\"><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_ToTXtyv4mUo\/StZy4u378gI\/AAAAAAAAAq0\/tfKw_j5SsWo\/s1600-h\/DSC05805.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_ToTXtyv4mUo\/StZy4u378gI\/AAAAAAAAAq0\/tfKw_j5SsWo\/s400\/DSC05805.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392623922803634690\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"> <\/div>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;\" lang=\"fr-FR\">D\u00e8s qu&#8217; \u00c9z\u00e9kiel  a vu l&#8217;\u00e9chelle il ne pensait qu&#8217;\u00e0 la grimper. C&#8217;est avec quelques sanglots qu&#8217;on a du l&#8217;en \u00e9loigner. Qu&#8217;ils sont beaux mes hommes!<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"> <\/div>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;\" lang=\"fr-FR\"><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_ToTXtyv4mUo\/StZy5E59W1I\/AAAAAAAAAq8\/ZK5rUUdxR40\/s1600-h\/DSC05820.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_ToTXtyv4mUo\/StZy5E59W1I\/AAAAAAAAAq8\/ZK5rUUdxR40\/s400\/DSC05820.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392623928717695826\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"> <\/div>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;\" lang=\"fr-FR\">Apr\u00e8s avoir fait une bonne r\u00e9colte, nous avons prit des photos de famille. Une belle photo comme \u00e7a c&#8217;est digne d&#8217;\u00eatre encadr\u00e9e et expos\u00e9e.  <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_ToTXtyv4mUo\/StZy5hlicZI\/AAAAAAAAArE\/HOVvumkKULI\/s1600-h\/DSC05849.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_ToTXtyv4mUo\/StZy5hlicZI\/AAAAAAAAArE\/HOVvumkKULI\/s400\/DSC05849.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392623936416674194\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00c0 l&#8217;automne 2000, c&#8217;\u00e9tait une des premi\u00e8res fois que Jean-Michel et moi avons flirter ensemble au verger L&#8217;oiseau rouge. Depuis, \u00e0 chaque ann\u00e9e si on a la chance d&#8217;y retourner pour cueillir un beau gros sac de pommes rouges, on &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/2009\/10\/tradition-familiale\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-75","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/famillecarter.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}