On the road… again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek The Titanic Was Only 2 ½ Miles Away Who would say such a thing, unless they were on the ocean, in a ship? After all, the Titanic still lies silently at a depth of...
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On the road …again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek On Getting Arrested This chronicle comes so many years after the fact, that the Footloose Forester was not sure that he would ever write it into his memoirs. At the time, and for many...
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On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Smelly Dog Stories Writing a story about his sweet, sweet Violet has been a most difficult challenge because the Footloose Forester was not going to be satisfied with a simple story about his dog; or...
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A warm light to Gods' love
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Back in the '30s a highlight to the summer for my mother and her sisters was visiting their Aunt Beulah, who lived with her family in Southwest Virginia in the village of Mud Fork near the West Virginia border. To reach Mud Fork they would take the train from Roanoke, about...
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Sorting through family papers recently, I came across two separate newspaper clippings that described my parent’s wedding in 1949. I was first struck by how detailed the reports were, in contrast to what might get into the newspaper these days. Secondly I was impressed that both articles, apparently by different people,...
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We’re going under the water now; I’ve got you.” The words "I've got you" seemed a bit superfluous, the little girl was clinging to me, her swimming iunstructor, like a leech. She began protesting—loudly. “That’s good,” I commented. “But when you’re underwater, you’ll need to close your mouth. You can cry as much...
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Growing up with two older sisters and a younger brother, each about two years apart, I longed to gain entry into ‘the big girls club.’ My brother, Kevin, was in a club – and room—of his own. We three sisters shared a room, although I was a bit isolated...
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MILESTONES--or maybe Highlights? GLASGOW, LANARKSHIRE, SCOTLAND when we moved into our very own house (even a new one) in Drumchapel and I spied a friend outside when I fell in love with a cylindrical satin-wood post-box, my favorite toy when I played my first real song on the...
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This poem; A Life for a Life by Dinah Mulock was given to me by my mother on a day that I felt no one understood me and especially not my mom. She put this under my pillow and I have been grateful ever since. Oh, the comfort — the...
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I was born in Columbus Ohio, in 1946. during my childhood, I had become a shy mixed-up human being. growing up in a constant poverty, made me a chronic worrier. i was the middle of three boys. i was boy trying to be a man. In 1965 the world was changing...
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This is not how I imagined I would be spending my last night at my mom's home. My idea was a quiet peaceful time, reflecting on the many happy moments enjoyed over the past 47 years visiting with family. In reality every piece of furniture is gone now except for a...
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INTEGRITY The most significant value that I was shown in my lifetime was from my Daddy…Integrity! T he situation was that my Daddy was principal of the high school and one of his responsibilities was to sign papers to send to the Arkansas Athletic...
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This week marks the 50th anniversary of the Cuban Missle Crisis, a time when we skated closer to the line of nuclear war than we realized then or think about now. I was not quite 18, a freshman at Texas Woman's University in Denton. I don't remember how my roommate and...
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In August, 1958 at the age of fourteen years (4), I was given the opportunity to spend a few days in Salt Lake City, Utah with my grandmother Thiessens, affectionately nicknamed "Mumpsy". This was to be a special outing, just Mumpsy and me. As we walked along Main Street, I remember...
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The one and only time I have intentionally killed anything more than a bug or mosquito...which they all need to perish if you ask me, was the time my best friend Donnie and I shot at a bird’s nest in the front yard of his house. We were about 11 or...
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FOR MY SON TAKE YOUR SON TO WORK DAY I WAS WORKING AS A PLASTERER FOR MY BROTHER AND I ASKED IF HE COULD USE SOME EXTRA HELP. I WAS ASKING FOR MY SON. HE SAID THAT WOULD BE FINE - BRING HIM TOMORROW. MY BROTHER HAD TWO GUYS FROM...
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If you could broadcast a single lesson you've learned from your faith what would it be? The most memorable lesson that comes to my mind is hearing my favorite pastor challenge his congregation: Don't be afraid to Get out of the Boat. The setting for this instruction was Jesus walking...
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In the first few years after “The War” every American wanted either something they had been denied during “The War” or something they’d never had. We teen agers were no exception. There were, of course, some fads that came and went, such as boys insisting on a pair of boots –...
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