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...
The Payson Chronicle came out with a news article "Golden Adams Now a Certified Legacy Advisor" today, 19 Sep 2012. Along with the article is a photo of me holding the new "Legacy Matters" Program launced earlier this month. It will be interesting to see if I have any contacts as...
On the road to becoming a Private Pilot there were three “gates” through which I had to pass. One was guarded by a medical doctor, the other two by a pilot. The medical doctor was obviously a man who clearly looked upon people who wanted to learn how to fly an...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek We Built It…..We The People It’s regrettable that politics has to be so partisan. On the one hand, the concept of partisanship is the engine that drives the development of political platforms by which voters can...
Jill first joined a Union in 1977 when she became a Toy Librarian. The Union was the SA Institute of Teachers. As the role of Toy Librarian was a new one, Jill became involved in establishing a workplace Award for Toy Librarians. She later was able to study to become a...
Joyce talks about playing basketball (netball) and tennis with the school teams and her structured PE lessons at primary school.
Jill shares her memories of school at St Joseph's, her love of reading and her horror of mental arithmetic.
Annette recalls her days at Marrayatville Primary School and Norwood High School in Adelaide during the 1960's.
On the road…. again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Where The Deer And The Etcetera Play When he looked out the back window this morning he spotted the waving tail of a grey squirrel. Nothing unusual about that; except that the squirrel in the black cherry...
Annette talks about her memories of primary school days in Marryatville - an eastern suburb of Adelaide, South Australia, during the 1950's.
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek A Quick Stroll Around Four States It was not a stroll around the block…it was a circular promenade at the perimeters of four states. At Four Corners, the intersection point of Utah, Arizona, Colorado and New...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek The Grey Wall, Desolation Valley Wilderness Area Haunting personal memories of the past are sometimes ugly ones, but in repeated exercises to maintain mental health, most of his preferred recollections induce smiles and pleasant thoughts. We all would...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Italy Joe Pellek was the first one to note that the bathroom in our hotel room in Genoa was all marble tile; the walls, the floor, and the quaint bathtub. Even the floor in the bedroom was marble tile. ...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Analysis of a Post-It Note On some occasions, the desire to write things down turns into exercises in analysis. Some critics would point to his frequent efforts as one example of why Pellek, the Footloose Forester, is weird...
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 ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy 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 Honduras. The decision was...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy 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 memory...
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...
