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. . . lived on sego lily bulbs and thistle roots. They were grateful to find mushrooms growing from under the shavings of the logs with which they had built the house .
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On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Confession Of A Practical Joker The text of the following spoof was culled from the black heart of a practical joker who calls himself the Footloose Forester. He sometimes risked official displeasure with...
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On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia C hronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Mesa Verde, Colorado From among the hundreds of pictures of Pueblo Indian culture discovered at Mesa Verde in Colorado that one finds on the Internet, almost all focus on relatively up-close snapshots of dwellings, tools, utensils...
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On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forestery Dick Pellek The First Time I Met Up With A ….. Many vivid memories are about the first time that the Footloose Forester met a wild or dangerous animal, face to face. Early memories are about small animals caught...
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Jill shares her memories of school at St Joseph's, her love of reading and her horror of mental arithmetic.
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Judith describes her after school activities at Loftus NSW which included buying bags of biscuits, climbing a cliff and walking along the rockface. When she went home the long way past the plaster factory, she would collect plaster pieces to use a chalk to draw hopscotch. Judith and her siblings also...
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I, Ned Behrman, was the 'cellist in a regular quartet that played at Mary's house during the approximate years 1980-1983. We played the standard repertoire, except that at Mary's urging we went through every Haydn quartet in the four-volume Peters Edition during that time. She was anxious to play them all...
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Since my father was a professional musician, music is an integral part of my life. However, one song that triggers a memory is "Volare". I don't hear it that often anymore but just two weeks ago, my husband and I went to see the new Woody Allen, "From Rome with Love". ...
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When I was 11, my parents took me to Europe. We traveled by train within Italy and on one train - it might have been from Naples to Rome - we sat in a compartment with a lovely, older British couple. The man was reading a book and the cover intrigued...
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Stories of Enlow Genealogy By Leonard Enlow This is a Civil War story about two brothers, George and Jesse Sprowls, who were my 3 rd cousins twice removed. They joined Company K Regiment of the Pennsylvania Volunteers during the month of August 1862 in Washington County which is in the...
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Annette recalls her days at Marrayatville Primary School and Norwood High School in Adelaide during the 1960's.
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This is a story worth hearing. Margaret tells of her experience as a secondary student in Lincoln, UK during WWII and how her parents decided that it would be safer if she and her sister were evacuated to Canada....
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Bill loved sailing, it was his passion and when he was not working as a butcher in Adelaide he was usually in a boatoff the coast. Sailing was Bill's hobby, his passion and his life outside work.
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Judith recounts how she worked with her mother to fundraise to build a school at Loftus where she lived. Then at 8 years of age Judith attended Griffith Primary School, where her lifelong love of reading began.
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On the road… again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek The RT Probe When we finally decided that clam hunting was going to be a steady part of our future lives, Thu and the Footloose Forester decided that one Hawaiian Sling was not enough to...
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Judith talks about her favourite home and memories
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Our house was a big old brick house. And this lilac bush was on the southeast corner of the house. When they were in full bloom, Mom would go out there and cut off a big bouquet. And then she had this green glass vase that was tapered out a little...
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On the road…. again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Where The Deer And The Etcetera Play When he looked out the back window this morning he spotted the waving tail of a grey squirrel. Nothing unusual about that; except that the squirrel in...
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