Story Pages
Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Deforestation, Reforestation, and Afforestation The continuous evolution of digital technology across written, audio, and pictorial media has resulted in each medium of expression having an ever-improving capability to create and to share our personal expressions of...
3743 Views
0 Comments
3743 Views
The Merry Cherry Farm, Williamston, North Carolina The green John Deere tractor coughs to life like a prehistoric animal awakening from a dormant winter. Its long, pipe-like nostril sends smoke out the metallic lid, creating a faint ding, ding, ding that can be heard from the sleeping windows of the...
1535 Views
1535 Views
Passages: Large families: Thanksgivings. Many years of lots of noise, Lots of family around - conversations solving world's problems - crowded house - seated cheek to cheek around a large table with a "children's" table off to the side. Years pass. Those children who were seated off to one side or...
1740 Views
1740 Views
When I was 14 or 15, I started working in the family business started by my grandfather and run, at that time, by my father. I continued to work in the business through college. In the first semester of my sophmore year of college, I was facing a dilemma I had...
1381 Views
1381 Views
Chapter 8 Back to Marsham We lost dear mum in nineteen fifty seven. She died from cancer aged sixty four. I was heartbroken. Two years later, I married Jean. A few years after being married, I took my wife Jean and my first born to Marsham to see Queenie...
1721 Views
1721 Views
Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Eureka! Koa is a Superstar Getting to travel into rural areas in The Third World gives the traveler a perspective you won’t find in the glossy photos of glamorous magazines. Whereas most people can relate to a stroll...
2132 Views
2132 Views
Killed in Action I was just about leaving for work the next day, when a telegram arrived. I didn't want to open it as they were always bad news. My mind went back to the time when we received one telling us that Joe had been wounded. I opened it...
1621 Views
1621 Views
Brothers in Arms In spring of nineteen forty four, Fred came home on leave, after completing his initial army training. Just like Joe and Charlie, he had sprung up pretty quickly only more so. He must have been about six foot two and he seemed to have filled out...
1616 Views
1616 Views
The Army Call Up In the May 1942, Joe received his call-up papers. He too, just like Charlie, had to join the infantry (PBI) he had to do his initial six weeks training at Tidworth, in Hampshire. Joe now being in the Rifle Brigade was always kept on his toes, as...
1717 Views
1717 Views
Moving Back to Bethnal Green All us evacuees were given the choice to go back home, once we had reached the age of fourteen. Fourteen was the age for leaving school and starting work. My birthday being in March, meant that it wouldn't be long before I would be...
1845 Views
1845 Views
Angels and Heroes Exercise "Feeling Gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." - William Arthur Ward An 'Angel' is the one whose kindness and love sustained you as you have grown, faced difficult times and personal loss. A 'Hero' is the one who inspired you...
3148 Views
3148 Views
A Family at War In the spring the following year, I suppose that I had been evacuated about eight months by then, another kind of evacuation was taking place. Everybody seemed to be talking about Dunkirk. Ted Clarke told me about how we were sending boats across the channel, all...
1549 Views
1549 Views
Evacuation to Marsham in Norfolk We were ending summer nineteen-thirty nine and I was barely eleven years of age. There was talk of war. Joe took me to a place somewhere along Old Bethnal Green Road, I think it was to one of the few schools that were in that road. ...
1563 Views
1563 Views
Us's & Co. Bow and Bethnal Green I have written this story, not in the pretence that I am a writer or even intend to be. But only to record to the best of my knowledge, certain events that have taken place. I have made a point of avoiding any...
1575 Views
1575 Views
PREFACE “I have written this story, not in the pretence that I am a writer or even intend to be. But only to record to the best of my knowledge, certain events that have taken place. I have made a point of avoiding any form of guesswork or inventive material,...
1560 Views
1560 Views
Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Memes That Miss The Mark These days it is ever so common to see memes posted on social media sites, that we are lulled into thinking that we are seeing pearls of wisdom. In addition, it...
1944 Views
1944 Views
Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek The Dirty Rifle Every company in the training battalion at Fort Ord, California had an ongoing but unspoken competition for best company in each training cycle. Basic Training in the US Army in those days of...
1947 Views
1947 Views
Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek With Tears in My Eyes Of the many times when melancholia starts to overwhelm his senses, the Footloose Forester is often visited by a couple of stories that can easily bring tears to his eyes. Although he...
1469 Views
1469 Views
Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Four Days to Uhuru Peak In March of 1994, the Footloose Forester joined with nine other adventurers to climb Mount Kilimanjaro. It was one of those bucket list adventures that got a high priority not...
1699 Views
1699 Views
DECEMBER 25, 1995 MY CHRISTMAS MESSAGE TO YOU MY DEAREST ONE, WE HAVE SPENT 48 CHRISTMAS’S TOGETHER. SOME WERE BOUNTIFUL AND SOME WERE LEAN. I REMEMBER ONE PARTICULAR CHRISTMAS ON GREELEY’S COURT IN THE EARLY YEARS OF OUR MARRIAGE. I WANTED A WRIST WATCH SO...
3719 Views
3719 Views