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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...

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      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...

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

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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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  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...

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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...
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My parents built the back house because we really needed the extra space. America went to BYU the fall before the house was finished. The house was finished in December so she never got to have her own room. Our parents said that the oldest would henceforth always get their...

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We played with Tara the next door neighbor. But she wasn't a great influence on us. She would tell us to do stuff and promise candy or treats. I am hypersensitive to neighbor kids doing that now with my kids. I try and talk to them about situations that might...

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From birth to age 8, I lived on 409 Redwood Rd. We listened to "Safety Kids" cassette tapes, Mouse'r'cise  on the record player along with lots of cassettes and records.  We would sing and dance to these and that continued as we grew older. My parents loved classical music and...

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My sister Bonnie has a very weak bladder. When we were growing up, if we tickled her long enough she would pee her pants.  We did it often enough that finally our dad told us that if we did it again that we would have a pee fight.  The idea...

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Describe your home(s) and surroundings during early childhood. I was born in the MCI hospital in Independence, Missouri, March 18, 1982. My mom is Sheralyn Strong from Richland, Washington and my dad is Cornelius Randall (Randy) Peterson from Provo, Utah. I was the 4 child of 10 children, the third...
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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...

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Add a story, photo or Pict-Oral Memorytm 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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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...
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    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...

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  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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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...