I've smelled cows, and I'm tired of smelling cows. That's the reason I got away from them. They are very stinky beasts. And when you are around livestock, you smell like livestock. It's just -- I don't know, there are a lot of nice things. In the spring when the flowers...
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Jill talks about her carefree childhood growing up in Clare South Australia. She tells us how she played dolls and dress up with her friends and describes a variety of other childhood games.
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Throughout my life I have come across a lot of smells. One of the smells I enjoyed a lot was Estae Lauder used to make a perfume. I think they called it Estae. I thought that was the best smelling stuff I ever came across. I found out what it was...
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I think this was around the time I was in the sixth or seventh grade or something. Anyhow, while we were sitting there in the classroom, the nun had me get up. I used to be an altar boy, and we had to speak our prayers in Latin. She was...
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Jill recalls family meals while growing up in Clare, South Australia.
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On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Amateur Clam Hunters Living off the land means more than hunting in the forests for small game; or digging up wild onions; or raiding beehives for honey. Fishing in streams, ponds, and in saltwater also qualifies...
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What are the things that make me most proud of my country?
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On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Discovering Chincoteague Bay- An Update February 2012 ...The future excites us and stirs our thoughts about what the next adventures will bring. While many of the older Chronicles of a Footloose Forester were about memories captured...
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The 4th- The celebration of our Country's Independence from England. Let's focus on the pieces of the whole for a moment and celebrate the common every-day citizens who, over the centuries, have voluntarily (and let's not forget not so voluntarily-drafted) stepped into harms way to protect the initial Declaration of Independence...
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Now I’d like to introduce this fine lot
From Papa to Doyle – the very last tot.
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Approximately 85 of Col John Hazzard Carson's many descendants met in Marion, NC on the third weekend in June 2012, for the first weekend reunion. John was born in 1752 in the Kingdom of Ireland and emigrated to America in 1773. In 1775, he moved to Burke County, North Carolina in an area...
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Bill spent his early years in Tarlee South Australia and then moved to Adelaide. In this story he recalls life in Adelaide in the early 1930's and especially his first job.
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Joyce talks about her favourite room when she was a child growing up in Peterborough, South Australia.
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Joyce grew up in Peterborough, South Australia during the Second World War when Peterborough was a busy railway junction. Joyce talks about her Dad, her best friend.
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Annette talks about the kitchen in her home at Watson, out on the Nullarbor Plain, in 1967. Annette moved there as a 16 year old bride. Watson is where the red line starts denoting the Trans uUstralia Railway starts to level out. Annette's house was the sixth one along, second from...
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Annette talks about what she did when she returned from school in Adelaide, South AUstralia during the 1950's.
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When I was very young, I thought everyone was like me. I soon came to discover that this was not the case. As I reflect, I realize that my life has been anything but ordinary and consequently, I want to share as much as I can remember before I am unable...
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A few days after meeting a very attractive young lady at the Chicago USO on the 4 th of July weekend, 1954, I pulled her phone number out of my pocket. “Anne DeNicolo” was the name above the telephone number. As I stood by the wall-mounted pay phone in the Fifth...
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