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  On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Let’s Go Shake The Mango Tree   Mango cubes in his breakfast cereal were more tastebud satisfying and aromatically pleasing than sliced bananas ever were. It took decades of taste testing, mixing of ingredients, and sample bowls of...

Last Sunday the Sr. Pastor at my church taught on the Sovreignty and Providence of God!  One of my favorite topics, and also a lesson I need often, as I tend to query Why way more often than the average bear.  You would think that my family history would have innoculated...

My Grandmother was born in Austria, Anna Stefkovic, Andreansky, August 3, 1884 and died January 5, 1968 in Irvington, NJ. She's buried at the Hollywood Memorial Cemetery in New Jersey.  Anna Stefkovic, immigrated to this country, as I have been told on a ship. I am not sure if she married...

      Television was something very unusual when I was growing up.  In fact, my grandparents had one of the first sets in Las Vegas, New Mexico because it was a retirement gift from his friends on the railroad.  Of course it was black and white but we didn't know about colored...

Milton Berle is my all time favorite comedian.  He made me laugh till I cried.  He had more energy  than I've  seen in my lifetime and he never offended anyone in his routine.  I can't say the same about the so called comedians today. There are very few that I can...

It was nineteen forty eight. . My father had a huge, seven inch wide screen portable TV. Once a week I loked forward to the Milton Berle Show.  he mad

On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Northwest Frontier Provinces Pakistan On a trek into the Northwest Frontier Provinces of Pakistan, the Swat valley he believes it was -- Footloose Forester arrived with Peace Corps colleagues John Harper and Jerry Jensen at sunset. We were happy to...

George and I have had our share of traveling and shared quite a few times with Tom and Christine. The phone wrings and Tom says, “Pack a few things for you and Dad we’re going to Mexico for a few days to golf”.  That was Tom, an hour’s notice and off...

    Does anything compare with settling into a good mystery?  Yes, finding a good mystery is also a really great activity.  Walking through bookstores or libraries, hearing about a new author from a friend, reading about a new book or writer and especially finding out that one of your favorite authors...

    There is a saying that women's work is never done.  If you are a woman, you know that is true.  There is always something else we could be doing for our husband, our children, our home but not too often for ourselves.  We cook, we clean, we grocery shop, get...

On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   Sponges That Tastes Good                                          Since ancient times the use of natural sponges for bathing has been a mark...

I wasn't good friends with Steve. I was good friends with Amy, his younger sister. I do have a couple of memories of him, and thought you might like to hear them. We were at a church swim party. Steve was in the pool, having a great time. Another young man...

A few years ago I was so proud of myself to track down a living cousin through an obituary I found searching newspapers in the library. I found where this cousins mother had been buried and went to take pictures of the gravestone. Upon arrival there was something that caught my...

I met Steve in second grade. Like any red-blooded American girl would, I fell instantly in love with him. I spent grades 4-6 planning my wedding to him and writing in my diary "Andra Redd, Mrs. Andra Redd, Andra Lynn Redd". I think my best friend (Rebecca Reed Davis) and I...

Andra Kolaric I met Steve in second grade. Like any red-blooded American girl would, I fell instantly in love with him. I spent grades 4-6 planning my wedding to him and writing in my diary "Andra Redd, Mrs. Andra Redd, Andra Lynn Redd". I think Becky and I almost came to...

I knew Steven; many times in my teens I had the opportunity to "hang out" with him at Evan's home in Lancaster. I looked up to Steven; he made be believe that I could be a better man, that I could excel at anything I put my whole effort towards, and...

I have to say the obvious. That pretty much every girl in school had a crush on Steve. Who could blame them? It was much more than him being such a cutie, it was his boyish charm, gentle smile and the ability to lift you up whenever you felt like you...

Jennifer Frank I knew Steve from the Joshua Ward back when we were in primary, a classmate in school at El Dorado, Piute and seminary. I remember going to his house and loving the chaos of all the kids (how many where there? 9 I think?) What a neat family. I...

I haven't seen Steve for at least 15 years, but I remember, like it was yesterday, driving home from a high school wrestling tournament with him (My dad was his coach). I was telling him how nervous I was that I had to speak in sacrament meeting. He gave me a...

While I must admit that I was among the throngs of teen-aged girls who spent their afternoons daydreaming of one day becoming Mrs. Steven Redd, that is not what moved me to post on here. I met Steve & his brother Mike at Piute Jr. High School, they were both great...