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  On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek   C is for Cambodia Cambodia was on the list of places to see before the Footloose Forester had to decide whether his sojourn out of Pakistan would turn south toward Australia, or continue east into...

  On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek    H is Honduras     After getting a small grant to research a few selected teak plantations in Central America, compliments of the Organization for Tropical Studies, the Footloose Forester chose Costa Rica, Panama, and...

On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Zaire The Footloose Forester had many a stopover in transit countries that hardly count as experiences that deserve to be included in memoirs. A few stopovers, however, are linked to other events that are burned into the...

On the road… again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek    Living on the Terminal Moraine   After a short one-page article about terminal moraine boulders in Netcong, New Jersey was published in the geology section of About.com in April 2011, it now becomes apparent that...

In school you can be influence both negatively and positively by teachers.  ..... In the new school, one day for a spelling test we had the word, "Of".  Now you would think that word would be pronounced the same most places here in the united states.  The teacher pronounced it nearly identical to the word "Off".  I could not distinguish the difference between how she was pronouncing the two words. Both 'Off' and 'Of' sounded the same because she didn't sound like a "Texan".

Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 I commenced my nursing training a few months before I turned 17, when I left home and moved into the Nurses Home at the Repatriation General Hospital at Daw Park, a suburb of Adelaide. There were 12 of us in our Preliminary...

I was a Tom Boy.  I liked to catch mice in the woodpile and show them to the neighbor, climb trees and fight with the boys in my neighborhood.

As I typed in the heading for this topic, I stopped and pondered over it for a few minutes. Was my greatest achievement the swimming trophies, medal and prizes I won as a teenager? Was my greatest achievement my nursing career; gaining my General , Psychiatric and Theatre qualifications while still...

Travelling North It is said that home is where the heart is, and for much of my early life, home was my grandmother's cattle stud at Beachmere, about 50 miles north of Brisbane, Queensland. My sister, two years younger than I, was a sickly baby requiring a lot of attention from...

Making Scones Grandma Jessie Wallace kept turkeys on the farm as she claimed they were an excellent warning system. Whenever a visitor's car turned off the Beachmere Road, onto the rough, corrugated, sandy track to the house, the turkeys started making their distinctive gobbling sound. This was the signal for Nan...