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  Oh @%+*&!  (Darn!!) Engine Failure in the Dark Once, in 1984… just north of a little place called Badger Gap… near Yakima, Washington, I had an engine failure.  At night.  I got real scared.  It is embarrassing to tell you just how scared a man can be and still maintain...

(As told to Golden Virgil Adams Jr. by Mrs. H. Thiessens & Ruth T. Adams about 1962) It was a nice clear winter day in January.  The snow that was lying on the ground glistened as if it were manna from heaven.  This was the day a blessing from heaven was...

Judith moved to Darwin from Adelaide to live with her parents and younger siblings in 1970.  She soon was gathered in by workmates and friends and started socialising with the young people of Darwin.  Food was all trucked in to Darwin at that time, and there were not many places to...

One of the gloomy realities that came with my retirement was the economic necessity to give up my beloved little red airplane. Most people knew her (Like ships, all airplanes are of the feminine persuasion) as an AA1A Grumman Trainer - Not me. Once I got to know her and understood...

This is a story worth hearing. Margaret tells of her experience as a secondary student in Lincoln, UK during WWII and how her parents decided that it would be safer if she and her sister were evacuated to Canada....

On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   L is for Lesotho Three days on horseback is just enough time to get the point that not everywhere in Lesotho can be reached by road. Miles of green pastures and not a few shrubby patches of thin soil was...

On the road…again! Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek   M is for Madagascar   Madagascar is so puzzling as a nation that even the people who live there generally acknowledge that it would be meaningful to divide up the island into four distinct regions. If one would slice...

  On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Horses and Mules   Once in a while making a trip by horseback was preferable to walking, but not always.  The Footloose Forester was only a sometimes rider, so never got comfortable enough around horses and mules to...

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