501 Moosic Road, Old Forge, Pennsylvania

501 Moosic Road, Old Forge, Pennsylvania
On the road…again!!! Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek   501 Moosic Road, Old Forge, Pennsylvania   Just as some tunes and jingles run recurringly through our heads when a new song or advertising slogan begins to catch on, the address of a former teacher...
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Preventing Alzheimer's Disease: All You Need to Know

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People often get worried about developing Alzheimer's disease or an associated dementia disorder as they grow older. The prevalence of Alzheimer disease (AD) among Americans above 65 years of age is  reported  to be around 5.5 million. This number is predicted to rise dramatically in the next 40 years in the...
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A Closer Look at a Picture Worth a Thousand Words

A Closer Look at a Picture Worth a Thousand Words
Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek     A Closer Look at a Picture Worth a Thousand Words Flamengos Tree Nursery, Cape Verde Some people are proud of their humble beginnings.  Others are impatient to move on and forget about the past. It was many...
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RAGE, FEAR, and HELPLESSNESS: The day immigration officers came for my father

RAGE, FEAR, and HELPLESSNESS: The day immigration officers came for my father
      I don’t remember exactly how a group of undocumented immigrants got into our apartment, or  how quickly immigration agents showed up at our door. I only remember my feelings of rage, fear and helplessness.    At the time my siblings and I lived in a 3-bedroom apartment with our...
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Chapter 5 - What do you know about the day you were born?

Get ready to hear some very interesting facts about little Raymond.
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Early Memories

When my Dad was overseas in WW2 my Mom and sister lived with her parents , Alf and Lucy Gray, at 185 Rosethorn Toronto. VE Day Lumberjack Dad's return
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The Boys in the Hood

The Boys in the Hood
  We lived on the sixth, and highest floor in a new housing project on Glenwood Road in Brooklyn. I remember the bird's eye view of the edge of civilization across Ralph Avenue, where beyond Krasne's Supermarket and the odd selection of shops that lined the avenue there stretched out weedy...
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Queens of the Nile

When I was about five or six my Dad dug a trench to put sprinklers in.  He dug the trench in one weekend and it had to wait for the next weekend to put the PVC pipe in.  That week Heather, my older sister and our babysitter, filled up the trench...
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The Story Inside the Photo

The Story Inside the Photo
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, yet an image doesn’t always tell the whole truth, does it? What better way to right the record than in the voice of the one who knows it best?  One might look at this photograph and see an ordinary stoop and never...
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Legacy Challenge: Food Rituals

Legacy Challenge: Food Rituals
Add a story, photo or Pict-Oral Memory tm They say a picture is worth a thousand words, yet an image can't always convey the full range of senses, can it? What better way to right the record than in the voice of the one who knows it best? When you add...
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Dora and the Piano

Dora and the Piano
In September 1964, when I was a teenager of 17, Hurricane Dora came to town. My family was fairly well prepared for a storm. We lived in a single story concrete block house in a Southside neighborhood, and, since we were a family that camped out a lot, we had cooking...
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What were you afraid of when you were a child?

What were you afraid of when you were a child?
    What is something you were afraid of as a child? For me, it was always the dark.  I was terrified of the night.  That blanket of darkness that would swoop down and take away my sight.  My heart would thump in my chest and I just knew that something...
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First Grade

First Grade
  REMINISCENCES Where did you attend first grade? Memory Triggers-  Favorite teacher, classroom walls, best 1st grade friend, favorite activity. I went to first grade at Laird Elementary School in Tempe AZ.  I don't even remember the name of my first grade teacher, although I do know that I loved her....
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A Dust Bowl Baptism

In Oklahoma in the 1930's the twin devils of "Dust" and "Depression" were dancing wildly across the land trampling anything in their path underfoot.   History has shown us that in times of adversity and danger such as this, there will be an increase in spiritual fervor and intensity.  This was certainly...
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And Away We Went

The summer of  1951 my family was living in the Copper Basin of Tennessee where my dad was pastor of the Methodist church in Ducktown.  This area of Tennessee was a rather God-forsaken place with few trees or vegetation able to survive the ravages of copper mining .  I remember the...
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The Tooth Fairy

Well, not exactly.   When I was 8 years old, I got my front tooth knocked out because I walked in front of the slider swing on our playset in the back yard of our house on Hobbs Road.  It was a cool play set.  My dad built it.  It had...
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Childhood Memories in Tropic, Utah of Leland Dwight Jolley

Typescript of Childhood Memories in Tropic, Utah of Leland Dwight Jolley In the southern part of Utah, county of Garfield, is a pretty little valley and the little town of Tropic nestled a little east of those beautiful colored ledges of the Bryce Canyon. There is a ridge running north and...
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Up Close and Personal with Grandpa's Chevy

* Story Prompt: Write or record a story about a life-threatening accident, illness or encounter from which you narrowly escaped. * I'm not sure if this is technically life-threatening, but it certainly could have been had things gone a little differently. When I was about four- or five-years-old, I was playing...
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Shades of Proust

Shades of Proust [Proost]             I bit into the store-bought apple and experienced an instant recall.  I was six years old, standing knee-deep in weeds and biting into the apple Grandpa Kunschke had pulled off of a tree. This wasn’t a déjà vu moment where one experiences a sudden feeling of...
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Confession of a Beatles Fan

Confession of a Beatles Fan
  It was the age of family entertainment through variety shows: Ed Sullivan, Carol Burnett, Lawrence Welk. Dad purchased replacement tubes when one blew on our television, which he called: "the idiot box." We were a family of eleven, and we always had an idiot box. The screen protruded from a...
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