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On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Computer Learner Becomes a History Scholar This chronicle makes use of the “On the road….again!” letterhead above, not because it is a remembered tale about some brief sojourn of the Footloose Forester to an obscure destination in...
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LEGACY MATTERS WECOME PROGRAM CERTIFICATION LESSON-3 Conducting the interview Ideally, use a laptop with wireless connection or the facility's computer with a built-in or external plug-in microphone, or with an iPad and LegacyStories app. This is the quickest and simplest process. This way it's just a matter of recording directly to...
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In 1950, with my sixth birthday falling long after the cut-off date for beginning first grade, my parents placed me in private school. Mrs. Bode's School was a two-story white stucco house on Monroe St., just behind our house on Madison. If I stood in the back yard and looked...
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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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Newspapers may just give us the "story behind the story!"
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The following may be little more than a rant,,,,but I wonder where we will be in the coming years? The growing popularity of things like Twitter and Texting which necessarily limit messages to extremely short blasts could have a detrimental effect on the growth of knowledge and understanding. The great lessons in...
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Along about 1967 the tsunami of money from the Federal Government to “Education” that was created by the nerve shattering “beep-beep-beeping” of the world’s first space vehicle had reached its crest and was receding. It was Russia’s vehicle. . . and it was called “Sputnik” or fellow traveler. Those beeps were...
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All science classes in the small-town high school from which I graduated were taught by a poor soul whom, for out of respect for his memory, I will not name. Consider him “Mr. X.” Mr. X became infamous for the total anarchy that reigned in his classroom. This unfortunate man had...
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In reply to the question to write about one's greatest achievement in my life, I wrote the following: Since only one in ten students graduate from stenotype school, I would have to say that this has been my greatest achievement. The fall after graduating from Frank W. Cox High School in 1970, I...
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It was my mother's idea that I go "into nursing". The Episcopal priest from the church we attended visited us one hot August day prior to my entering high school. He suggested a particular school in New York City. Over time I sent for information, jumped through the hoops to apply...
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