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Millard Don Carriker

Thomas Wolfe, the author, wrote a book entitled “You Can’t Go Home Again.” Johnny Cash told us in song that “The old home town looks the same.” Cash, however, admits later in the song that he “was only dreaming.” Wolfe got it right. You can go to the “place” - but...

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A Good Time with Music Friends

Harriet Green

This special day began typically for March in Ohio, gray with blowing rain against the window panes. How I wished the sun would pop out from behind the clouds. Today is the occasion for honoring a good friend and mentor for many of the musicians in our city. Our friend Harriet...

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Show Your Friends The Trail With Google Earth

Dick Pellek

On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Geography of the Past If it is true that a picture is worth 10,000 words, then the catalog of satellite photos in the archives of the Footloose Forester could develop into a longish travelogue. There is...

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Footloose, Even In An Army Uniform

Dick Pellek

On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek In the Army As a draftee, the Army experience of the Footloose Forester was different from what many civilians might perceive as a typical military tour of duty. He was called to duty when...

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My Childhood Home - Peterborough, South Australia

Joyce Pounsett

I grew up in a railway town called Peterborough in the outback of South Australia. Times were far different then and this story testifies to that.

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My Home

Alice Domagalski

My name is Alice Domagalski. I lived most of my married life in a place called Edilillie on the Eyre Peninsula in South Australia. We were not too far from Port Lincoln where my husband Stan and I turned an old blacksmith's shop into a home and a farm over a...

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My Scottish beginnings!

Christine Hulett Verdin

In 1998 I went to work for a local family owned medical supply company; owners were friends of my family. It was the beginning of my love for geneology and finding my roots. The owners of this company were E.J. and Rob Taylor. Rob was born in Scotland and came to...

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Hog Killing Time

Allen Detwiler

When I was just a little boy, it was kind of an old-fashioned kind of farm. We had all kind of livestock -- hogs and cattle and a few sheep and a chicken house full of chickens and so on. We were pretty self sufficient. In the fall when it would...

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To Fly--With The Paraglider In Your Backpack

Dick Pellek

On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek To Fly A Paraglider From The Rim Of Fogo This is a wishful thinking story that is part of a dreamer’s bucket list. Yes, it is wishful thinking but it is something that is...

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Gloria's 60th Birthday Gift

Golden V. Adams Jr.

My youngest sister, Gloria (Adams) Schneider loves practical jokes! Eight years ago, when I opened the birthday gift she had sent from Wisconsin for my sixtieth birthday I had no idea what to expect. But as each of my sliblings, Lloyd, Jan, and Steve subsesquently received similar "packages" when they turned...

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My Sister, my best family friend

Margaret Crowe

Margaret Crowe talks about her sister, her best family friend, as they grew up in Lincoln during the 1930s and 1940s.

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The Day I Became a A Co-Conspirator

Millard Don Carriker

The early day Volkswagen busses, vans or whatever they were properly called were noisy magnificently wonderful, contrivances. Nothing like them was being made in American factories. With two rows of seats behind the front seat you could pack six adults and a fair amount of luggage behind the rear seat. Or,...

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Memorial Day and our fallen heros.

JUSTIN ERIK CORMIER

Memorial Day is a day off for most, a day of reflection for some and a day of honor for few in our society. Let's take the time between meals at cookouts and BBQ's to reverse this list and concentrate on....The Few! They are the ones who voluntarily sacrificed for us...

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So Briefly An Eagle: A Memorial Day Remembrance

Millard Don Carriker

So Briefly An Eagle This memoir is based on letters and telephone conversations with Messrs. Frank Zywiczynski and Jerry Evers, and on research done by the writer in the USAF Archives. Mr. Evers, an airline flight attendant, had the opportunity to interview French citizens who had witnessed this incident. With the...

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Dreams Of Secret Pleasures Always Bring On Smiles

Dick Pellek

On the road...again!!! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester Secret Pleasures A few memories of delicious pleasures are stuck in the corners of his mind. Some are on the light side, while others are a bit darker. Everybody harbors them, but avoids bringing them into...

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Prompt: Family Slogans or Mottoes

Melanie MaRhea (Adams) Jean

It took me a bit to recall any slogans or mottoes used in my family, but they've started to come, so I've started to type. "Kwicherbellyakin" - I don't know if that's spelled correctly, according to Grandma Jolley's wooden plaque that used to hang above one of the doors in her...

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Grandpa Adams' saying

Golden V. Adams Jr.

I remember by grandpa W.A. Adams giving me a bit of his wisdom. He always liked to share slogans and sayings, and had lots of them to share with others. I remember one in particular. In his nineties, there were times that he could see that I was frustrated as a...

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The "We" Tapistry

Melanie MaRhea (Adams) Jean

I recently went through my book of remembrance looking at pictures and reading excerpts of the letters. My mother compiled it year by year as I grew up with at least one picture every year and a letter from her and/or my dad describing things that happened that year. In each...

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