Category Archives: History

  “But to see her was to love her, love but her, and love forever.”- Robert Burns   “Take these walnuts next door. Tell them we will kill the black pig on the ‘morrow.”- Christine DeLuca     Yes.   I understand.   You where in Edinburgh, Bob, and had dinner at a pub.   […]

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  • Carol Cassara - It’s definitely a cool city. I loved it, as well. And I might go back next summer for the Fringe Festival.ReplyCancel

  • Tam Warner Minton - On my list! Have not been there yet!ReplyCancel

  • Ellen Dolgen - I have never been. After reading this, David and I def need to put this on our list.ReplyCancel

  • Sue Loncaric - Yes I love Edinburgh although it is many years since I visited. This is certainly my kind of place so thanks for taking me from Australia to Edinburgh through your post.ReplyCancel

  • Leanne Le Cras - what an amazing lifestyle the rich lived – a tinkle of the bell and you could have soup wherever and whenever you wanted it! Not quite so fabulous for the Help but that’s what life was all about in those times and lovely to experience a snippet of it.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - We’re hoping to get to Scotland next year. You’ve now bumped it up the list!ReplyCancel

  Christmas in July- I hate the marketing ploy idea, and yet, there’s no other way around sharing this experience with you. Stay with me… there’s a couple of stories that will eventually gel into packages wrapped in a bow.   Story #1: When I was a wee bit of a thing I met the […]

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  • Grammie Time - What a wonderful story and truly could be made into a wonderful novel. At least a Christmas novel. I absolutely loved this.ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - You can sure tell a great story Cheryl! I know where to send my list now! Who would have thought that he’s been hanging out in Ireland all of these years.ReplyCancel

  • Myke Todd - Seriously, one of the greatest stories I have ever read, Cheryl. While you are so often cleverly cryptic, now to find you as keeper of the crypt… Priceless!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You are a charmer Myke! So I take it you think I wrapped the two stories up in a neat bow??? *wink* -you can be the keeper of the crypt keys maybe?ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - You’ll have to blame Major Henry Livingston Jr. for the corpulence, the red suit, the elves, and the delivery method.
    Awesome pictures. I somehow missed reading about that in history.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Really? Major Henry Livingston Jr.? I’ll have to do a little digging. You’re always good for adding to my research Mari. The best!ReplyCancel

  • Rebecca Forstadt Olkowski - What a fun story. I had no idea he came from Turkey.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Lawdanski - I did not know the real story of St. Nicholas. How cool you were that close!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I kissed him on the cheek- actually, the stone- but that still counts right?ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Only you, Cheryl. Only you. In Ireland. Connecting dots. Oh yeah, only you.ReplyCancel

  • Jennifer Rochette Koshak - I love this story.ReplyCancel

  • Leanne Le Cras - Is the crack in the top so he can get in and out for Christmas? It’s nice to know he’s not trapped in there 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Susannah Carey - Awww, so Dear!ReplyCancel

  • Melissa Swedoski - Love, love, love this. One more reason that Ireland is the best place on earth!ReplyCancel

I love a good story…   (Actually I love ripping a good story apart)     Many years ago, when we hung our hats in Nashville, a friend of ours suggested I take a little ‘look-see’ into the story, so I did what any rational adult would do: I gassed up the car, made sure […]

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  • Abby - I just love your spooky stories Cheryl! This one was actually giving me goosebumps. xxReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Why thank you Abby! ’tis the season and all. HA!ReplyCancel

  • Lisa_GrandmasBriefs - Too funny! You’re such a nut. I hope you didn’t pay the $20. You’ve turned the scary story inside out and made me chuckle. I was a little apprehensive at first as I don’t like scary stories too much (I used to; age has made me a big chicken). I’m glad I read your little expose, though. Thanks for the story and smile!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Of course I paid the $20! I paid for the whole shabang! I never go half way in!! Hahahaa. (Not always a good thing- just ask the hubby).ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - It’s amazing what people got away with back then. Criminal, actually. Fun story but I’m thinking a lot of the facts are true. Not sure about the spirit, but who the hell am I do debunk that?! Loved it … as always!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Of COURSE there wasn’t any ‘Spirit’! When you look at just the ‘facts’ by today’s standards I think we ALL know what was going on. What a smuck. I’m glad he died a miserable death. ps: luv you 2 xxooReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - What a ridiculous but interesting story.
    Absolutely the place is still screwing people, dear Lord!
    I am curious to though, did you spend the twenty-bucks?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Of course! I think a lot of people were getting screwed if ya know what I mean… *head shaking*ReplyCancel

  • Tam Warner Minton - LOL, sounds like it! Did you pay 20 to see the bats and the haunt?ReplyCancel

  • Roshni AaMom - Huh!! Great story for getting people to come over and then get ripped off!!ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - OMG, you really do have a story here! Nothing like the story within the story within… well, you get it.ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - You spoil-sport, Cheryl! Demolishing a great yarn like that. I bet you told your children there was no Father Christmas!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I did blow the Easter Bunny up (by accident).ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Ah, another twist to the tale. Not going into all of the ones I’ve read (and forgotten). I always felt there was a human factor in this and now that I am much older have gone back to suspecting John Bell. I think I sold all the little magazines that had that tale in it when we moved from Washington (state).ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - It’s definitely a ripper! Love this, Cheryl! Both teh story and the ‘real’ story! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Terrye - I saw one of the “ghost” cashing shows there a couple of months ago. They were at the “actual” house and the caves. There’s a new series coming to either History Channel of Travel Channel following the Bell Family. Sounds like just another way for the Bells to make more money.

    The premise of the new Bell story is that the youngest son is cursed and his father has to save him before it’s too late. I haven’t decided if I’m going to watch it or not.

    I love how you uncovered the true story. 😀 I always thought there was more going on.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hi Terrye!!! ACTUALLY the ‘original’ house is no longer standing, but I don’t think that will stop anyone on television from saying it’s still there. As for the youngest son, SOMEBODY was up to no good with that young Betsy- either the father or one of her brothers! But… I’ll still watch it. I’m a sucker for bad tv.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - You have the best stories! Love the ending – and you get the last laugh because you got a great blog post out of it 🙂ReplyCancel

The other day I was driving along the bayou with a friend. driving-driving-driving gab-gab-gab The weather was fine. The livin’ was easy. My travel companion mentioned, in passing, that the 1950’s Hollywood starlet/bombshell/hot mess Jane Mansfield, had died ‘just over there’.   “Where?”   “Over there, down by the bridge, and it was horrendous.”   […]

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  • The Religion of Spring Flower Gardening » A Pleasant House - […] in crazy colors that only Mother Nature’s teenage daughter would be caught wearing. I think Jane Mansfield was an annual. For the current generation- maybe a […]ReplyCancel

  • MryJhnsn (@mryjhnsn) - Oh, I just love hearing about your adventures and I this may be my favorite!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Ha! I have a million!! Glad you enjoyed and I appreciate your taking the time to comment!!ReplyCancel

  • Laurie Oien - Fascinating story! Learned more about Jane Mansfield than I ever knew before. In fact, I only learned a year ago or so that CSI star Mariska Hargitay was Jane’s daughter.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I know!!! I didn’t realize that either until a few years ago and now I see the resemblance! But she’s lived a MUCH happier life thank God. I understand Mariska won’t talk about her mother either. Can you imagine the trauma?ReplyCancel

  • Laura Ehlers - Wow! How frighteningly coincidental!! And then to take on the kid behind you!! Jayne would be proud!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I was insane with the thought of how short life can be. I just got out without thinking! I’m not sure I would do it again. Very risky.ReplyCancel

  • Abby - I’m happy to hear you’re ok! Holy Shit indeed! xxReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Actually- I was a dumb ass for getting out of the car. The kid was just as surprised as I was!! Ha!ReplyCancel

  • Eve - I remember this really upset my mother when it happened. Glad you nailed it and you certainly know how to nail a blogpost.ReplyCancel

  • Lisa at Grandma's Briefs - Wow! You got lucky, my friend.

    There’s a marvelous movie called, DRIVING JAYNE MANSFIELD’S CAR, directed by Billy Bob Thornton. Mansfield’s story is just a small part of this touching film. You must see it.
    http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1781840/?ref_=nv_sr_2

    Yay for nailing it… or, NOT getting nailed!ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - Whew! How could so much happen in such a short period of time?? It only takes a split second for your whole life to turn upside down, as evidenced by Jayne’s story – and yours. So glad all turned out okay for you.ReplyCancel

  • Nancy Hill - Thank heavens you are here and able to write this! I drive across the country whenever I have an excuse, and I drive defensively, but sometimes there is just a place, a space I pass by, that seems to be dangerous, foreboding, or, dare I say it, haunted. I suspect that place is one where I would feel that. And Jayne, poor baby. Women, especially endowed women, did not do well back then, even if they did well.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - OMG. Well, geez. Isn’t that just so NOLA, that you were having that chat? I remember the Mansfield story very vividly. Very vividly. Glad you are ok.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - Whenever I see Mariska Hargitay on “Law and Order” I think how damn lucky she was that she and her sibs were asleep in the back seat. Reports said Mansfield was beheaded but that wasn’t true. It was one of her wigs that was found at the scene. So glad you are alright! I’d avoid that doomed intersection.ReplyCancel

  • Ellen Dolgen - OMG….how scary! So happy you “nailed” it girl and that you are ok. It must have been very traumatic for you. It is true, our lives can change in seconds! As for Jane – she was gorgeous and so VERY talented! Sadly, many women in those days were taken advantage of and their true talents never respected.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I’m proud of you! Thanks for posting. I’d forgotten about those headlines.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Of course I’d heard of her. But never knew anything about her till right now! Tragic. And utterly fascinating. Poor girl. So much. And so little.ReplyCancel

  • Terrye Toombs - Why on Earth would you be in Slidell?! Yes, I’ve been there once or twice or more. 😀 Loved the story of Jan and her wandering ways!ReplyCancel

  • Norma Beishir - Mariska has definitely made better choices, both professionally and personally, than did her mother.ReplyCancel

  • Alaura Weaver - Amazing storytelling!ReplyCancel

  A few weeks ago I had a conversation with my mother about Blogging. You can read it here.   At that time I asked my readers to select their preferred name for her ‘Post Titles’ when I share her thoughts.   It was almost unanimous:   The Crazy On Main Street   “So let […]

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  • Rosie - Thank you once again for sharing your memories…
    please continue to write. Love reading your thoughts.
    ~ rosieReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I hope she does Rosie. Fingers crossed…ReplyCancel

  • Tam Warner Minton - I always loved my parent’s memories, and I share them as often as I can. Perspective.ReplyCancel

  • Abby - Such a heartwarming story! I new there was French Canadian blood flowing in your veins Cheryl (just like in my L)! But that’s not the only reason why I like you SO much:) Sarcasm seems to be another factor. That’s a language we both speak so well:) xxReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - HA! Us little Frenchies are a bit on the wry side, non? (Love u 2!) XXOOReplyCancel

  • Donna Tagliaferri - Beautifully written….I have French relatives too, they make the best stories!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I believe this is but the tip of the iceberg. Maybe we can convince her to share more?ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I get a very vivid picture of her from her writing. Lucky you to still have your mom!ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - I love your Meme’s attitude about the cookies! These are such wonderful memories.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - What beautifully told story and you know what? I know I like it, the story teller, and the story teller daughter a lot! Thank you for sharing the sweet memory! Cookies please?ReplyCancel

  • Karen D. Austin - Thank you for sharing the photo and the memories about tigers, fishing, cookies and sewing. What wonderful people! Very sweetly relayed.ReplyCancel

  • Carpool Goddess - Lovely memories and such beautiful writing. And, yes, always times for cookies!ReplyCancel

  • Rosalind Warren - This post put a smile on my face. And that photo — it’s a gem. Sounds like Meme and Pepe were too.ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - They look so sweet–like you and I also think like your mom!ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - What a sweet way to start a morning! Your mom is a sweet woman but I bet she can still kick your butt. Moms are like that. Thanks for sharing the memory. Going to bake me some cookies!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - HA! A Baker’s Dozen I hope! XXOOReplyCancel

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