Category Archives: History

  It seems to me, that in Life, a person should be able to count on a few things to be true: your mother and the deliciousness of a chocolate croissant.   Other then that, all bets are off.   The problem is that we all get caught-up in the mind-numbing illogic of rumors, advertising, […]

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  • Cary Vaughn - About #2, can you just imagine what we would be able to accomplish if money and economy weren’t a factor in progress? I may actually have had my own clone by now.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - We’s have colonized Mars by now and left the clones to deal with this mess on Earth.ReplyCancel

  • Shelley Zurek - This ^^^^. Probabaly my favorite article of yours. Nodded my head through the whole thing!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - HA! Thank you. You’re a sweetheart!! I guess every generation has their LIEs but the 70s were full-up with bs.ReplyCancel

  • Cindy Falteich - If hindsight is 20/20 does that make that era 20/70? PS. Heidi Klum has nothing over you. 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I believe you’re right- 20/70! As far as The Klum goes- no ones asking me to design a lingerie line…. Thanks for stopping by Cindy. Much appreciated!ReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - It has been a throw back Thursday. I haven’t thought about it until now but wow you are so right, it was all lies:)ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Lies. LIes. LIES! Like every generation has. I wonder what LIES my kid’s will say about the 2000s? Oh boy…ReplyCancel

  • Lisa at Grandma's Briefs - Oh how I wish I would have done a post on the ’80s today. Between you and Carol and me, we’d have throwback thursday covered.

    Love your list. Tanning? GAH! I’ve always had a thing about that and the horrors we inflict on our poor skin. You can kind of tell the older women who grew up with the idea that tanning is okay and good for you. Poor things. 🙁ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes we would have. There was A LOT of Throw Back posts and I didn’t even do this one on purpose! As for ‘tanning’ I’m so glad the current younger generation is off of this kick. My 26 yo daughter wouldn’t be caught dead in a tanning bed.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I’m sooo tired right now, but I can’t stop sitting here thinking about those lies! Lies and damn lies! We have coordinating posts, right?ReplyCancel

  • Amethyst Moon - This post has everything, politics, music, boobs…it’s a post about the 70’s alright! Great read!ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - It’s a damn good thing I didn’t listen to anyone in the 70’s. Oh, yeah, grandma had it right….fried chicken in a skillet with a dab of Crisco. I can smell it now!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh yea…… Fried eggs in butta and homemade bread slathered in warm jam. Oh boy….ReplyCancel

      • carollynn - Oh god, stop, you’re both making me hungry. fried chicken… drool…ReplyCancel

  • Mary La Fornara Gutierrez - So, so true! The ’70 were quite something, I do remember my mom saying bell bottom pants make your butt look smaller! Ha, I think she was lying.ReplyCancel

  • Janie Emaus - Love these insightful obbservations. No lie.ReplyCancel

  • Angela Hall Weight - This was really cute. Love the grandma’s cooking one.ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - It’s funny. When I think of the 70s, despite all the wildness the young people seem to have been so innocent.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Oh, you are so right. And I can’t even always get a delicious chocolate croissant these days. But, yes, I can always count on my mom 🙂ReplyCancel

  • The GypsyNesters - Love it! Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Just struck me that even more shocking than the Beatles somehow miraculously reuniting might be the fact that The Rolling Stones are still together!ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Quiroz-Vega - Ha, ha! I was born in the 80s and we had our share of lies being fed to us too. The Indians were the bad guys,the government would never lie to us, money and success was the panacea, Pluto was a planet . . . And we’re still being lied to. The truth is––not all muslims are terrorists or all terrorists muslims, they were not looking for ‘weapons of mass destruction’ they went in looking for oil (not our soldiers but the government), women are still not considered equal in the work force, and prejudice is still alive and well. So sad. 🙁ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - A lot hasn’t changed has it? I think the LIES are worse now actually. What a world.ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn Hammersmith - I straddle both the 70’s and the 80’s… Oh the lies I was told and believed – in the 70’s I think were foolish but hopeful, uninformed liars, but in the 80’s out and out liars, no remorseReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - Ha! I loved this piece Cheryl! I laughed all the way through it.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Loved this trip back to the 70s as only you could tell it so well and with so much laughter.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It was a funny decade! I didn’t have to try too hard.ReplyCancel

  • Haralee - I believed all the lies too! Modern day lies are here too but I think I am more skeptical this time around.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - With age comes wisdom and knowing how to smell a rat!ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - I was born in the seventies and therefore am a creature more of the ’80s but I still heard those lies!! Great one, Cheryl!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Every generation has it’s whoppers!ReplyCancel

  • Lies the 1970s Told Us | What The Flicka? - […] post was originally featured on Cheryl Nicholl’s blog, A Pleasant House. Featured image […]ReplyCancel

We all have people.  You know, like the people next door, the people we meet, the people we work with, but I think when most of us use the term ‘people’ they are imagining family.     My birth family was pretty small– just my parents, my sister and I, one set of  grandparents in […]

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  • Aussa Lorens - How fascinating! I love the person who killed someone with her teeth– and the premature full sized babies.

    Sad for the unvisited psych ward gal though… we have had a lot of people like that as well.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - And this facility has a graveyard with a bunch of unmarked graves (sound familiar) however, this Aunt of mine was buried in the family plot off site- thank God. So sad.ReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - I think mine on my father’s side were just a bunch of Southern slave drivers (my middle name – Sherman – was passed down from my father who got it from his father and so on). And My grandmother informs me that I am of South African decent and that James Michener wrote about our family in one of his novels or something (she told me when I was very young so do not remember the name). My great grandfather also founded the very first Church of Christ in Mississppi (again, this from what I learn from my grandmother). I guess I need to brush up on my family history.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - All of this sounds so fascinating Cary! You SHOULD do your research! My grandmother always said we were related to Jesse James,, but I’ve been able to debunk that. His mother was the sister of a step-mother. Oh, how family rumors start…..ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - This is a timely post for me, since I’m just back from doing some initial research in Sicily. I came back with a clue to something I’m following up on that could be juicy, but not as juicy as yours!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Genealogy is sooooo fascinating. I’ve yet to visit so many of the places my ‘people’ have actually lived. Wouldn’t THAT be a great trip? Why yes it would- you just proved it!!ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - I’m adopted, from Taiwan, so I don’t know much about my blood relatives. I have quite a few dysfunctional relatives so I’m not too excited to seek out more! But, I can see how fascinating it could be to know some of these things. Too bad you don’t have any people in the Bonaventure cemetery! You’d have an excuse to hang out there…the coolest place in all the world.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Two questions: 1) from Taiwan???? and 2) What’s this Bonaventure Cemetery???? I need to go there.ReplyCancel

      • Kathleen O'Donnell - Yes, I’m half Asian. I was adopted at birth in Taiwan by American, military parents who were stationed in Taiwan.

        Cheryl…the Bonaventure is THE place to hang (if you’re into that sort of thing, which I am) and it’s in your hood! It was made famous by the book Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.ReplyCancel

  • Elaine Ambrose - Fascinating! You could write a separate blog about every relative. Start with the one who ran off with the priest…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I really could. What stories I could tell….ReplyCancel

  • Kim Tackett - Oh my goodness, you have a lifetime of stories there…to learn and to write. Love that you did the research and love the stories (and I agree, 18 babies…yikes).ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Holy Shit!!! 18!!! She lost her virginity and then died. Between the two events she had babies. What a life.ReplyCancel

  • Shy'ro Channing - Amazing what a history & your sense of humour kills me lol. I have to admit I have been curious but haven’t really found out that much thus far.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Making fun of myself is cheaper then therapy.ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Absolutely fascinating! There’s nothing more exciting and unbelievable than true life!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That’s for sure. And this is only a ‘selection’ from my files. Oh boy….ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - One of my forefathers was a landscape architect for the Dutch royal family. One of my sisters-in-law counts General James Longstreet among the members of her extended family, so somewhere along the line one of his kin ended up a Canadian.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh! I forgot! My ggggrandfather was Joseph Gouguen. One of the fathers of Acadia. He negotiated with the American Founders over Acadian support for the ‘Rebels’ in America. Have you ever heard about him?ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - This is fascinating, Cheryl! I love hearing about such finds. I know a lot on my dad’s side but very little (nearly nothing) on my mom’s. She refuses to share… as does her sister… which makes me wonder all the more. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - As it should. I’m REALLY good at this. If you want me to dig- give me a call.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - Terribly fascinating, Cheryl and of course your funny spin helps too. But you are so blessed to know your heritage. You should be on that show on PBS about learning your roots. I’d LOVE to be on that show.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Me too! I wish someone would contact me and do all the work, send me to all the right places with pro’s helping, and then wrap it all up in a neat little bow.ReplyCancel

  • Femme-de-Finesse - I’ve walked a similar path. It’s such a roller coaster of emotions as I become proud of those I “meet” then disappointed with the next person. Fun way to explore history, though!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes it is! I can’t imagine (now) not knowing no matter what. And I haven’t unearthed everything. There are still people (situations) living people won’t talk about- which makes me want to know more! Wishing you safe travels on your own exploration!ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - I think that having all those children might have also contributed to all that drinking…and liver failure….and marrying family members :)!!! I love your perspective and how you weave a tale – you crack me up and I love it! ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Ruth! Maybe? I know it would have me! HAHahahaaaaReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - All my ancestors came from Germany. The maternal line had carpenters, bakers, and my Great-grandfather was a sailor. The last time he came home from the sea, he hung himself because my Great-grandmother put my Grandmother out of the house (you can guess the reason), and my Grandfather (her first cousin) paid her way to America. She wouldn’t have been let into the country with a two-year-old child and no husband, but people were clever then. She wore widows weeds and a golden band with a black mark on it (that denoted the death of a husband). The other side has an interesting story too.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My husband’s side has a similar story. His grandfather is the son of a ‘French Soldier’ and his mother immigrated unmarried with the child, from Sweden, where she was placed on the outskirts of town. Wow.ReplyCancel

  • Angela Weight - You are so funny. Your family sounds a lot like mine without the French cursing.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - There was a lot of cursing- in several languages. Hahaaaaa.ReplyCancel

  • Wendy Walker Cushing - That is so fascinating! My mother has paid a geneologist to do this for her and we were all given a book. My husband’s grandmother spent her whole life doing this research and they go back past the Viking times. He is a direct descendant of King Frosty of Finland! There are some other interesting characters like that. haha ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - King Frosty? Any relation to Kris Kringle? hahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Rosalind Warren - Well of COURSE you’re descended from royalty? Aren’t we all? 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Linda - A couple of years before she died a great aunt, told us of ancestors known as the Harp Brothers, who have been dubbed Kentucky’s first serial killers. They made their living by killing and taking what they wanted. There is a marker (Harp’s Head) in Kentucky at the site where one had had his head cut off and displayed on a stake. After their deaths surviving family members changed the name to Erp. We do know we have Erp ancestors but have not made an official connection. Their story is available on the internet.
    That same aunt told us that she had never seen her birth certificate so we got a copy for her. It had her name listed as one she had never known. She said her parents were very superstitious and thought they probably believed if they didn’t use her true name that death could not find her.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - WOW!!! I LOVE these stories. I’ve never heard of the Harp Brothers, or using a different name on a certificate to thwart death. Fascinating. I hope you do the research and share it with all of us. I would LOVE to know more!!!!ReplyCancel

  • Rasma Raisters - I was born and raised in New York City. I am an American-Latvian. My parents and all other relatives were born and raised in Latvia. My parents had to leave their homeland during WWII. My dad Eriks Raisters was a popular Latvian poet and writer. ReplyCancel

  As the sweep of iced Canadian air pushed through the hard woods of New Brunswick, like a reaper strumming dead bones, a French immigrant family traveled by open carriage to the border of Canada, and crossed by foot onto American soil into Maine.   They managed by rail, and truck, and bus, and luck to […]

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  • William Kendall - Quite a twist!ReplyCancel

  • Diane - And now I’m wondering how much was truth and how much – fiction . . . Wonderfully told. I’m shivering at the sight of my closet now!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Some of it WAS true, but I’ll never tell what! Boo!ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - I love a good dead Nun in the closet story. You don’t read about those as much as you used to…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - HA! I know right? I’m also jonesing for a good priest nailed to his parish cross tale. That’s always a good one.ReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - That was pretty cool.ReplyCancel

  • Lynda@fitnessmomwinecountry - Okay I thought I was afraid of the dark or what was under the bed…but now Closets? Oh my Cheryl, this was good.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - When in a Church do NOT open closets- they hide all sorts of things in them.ReplyCancel

  • Kim Tackett - Yikes…and that is exactly why I stay away from closets. All of mine will confirm that I haven’t cleaned them out in ages! Fun (in a creepy way) story.ReplyCancel

  • Chloe Jeffreys - Yikes! Like the nun, I never saw it coming.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You were a Nun in a past life right? HA!ReplyCancel

  • Susan Cook Bonifant - Great, great, great story.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - You hooked me with the image of the iced Canadian air and carried me all the way through to the sound of a nun’s bones falling out of a closet…. Gripping story, masterfully told!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Like iced fingers strumming a dead log she fell…..BOO!ReplyCancel

  • Stephanie Lucas - Very craftily written…I was drawn into the chilly scene and the BAM, I was trolling off a deep sea cruiser in Florida! Fantastic – I didn’t see that coming!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It’s kinda a true story. I just followed my grandparents journey. Except for the dead Nun. Tho I’ve met a few I can see that happening to.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - A delightful halloween story from Cheryl NichollReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you. There will plenty more ‘stories ‘ to come this month. I love a good scare!ReplyCancel

  • Wendy Walker Cushing - Fun story! I love a good tale!ReplyCancel

  • Its All About The Yummy - I think I will leave my closet door open!ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Wow! I don’t think I’ll be going into my closet for a good long while now …ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Okay, that was a smash ending. Except my mind keeps thinking of things like decomposition would have happened in a twenty year span. Great family legend.ReplyCancel

  • Angela Hall Weight - I felt like I was write there! Loved it. What a gift you have with words. ReplyCancel

  • Angela Hall Weight - Right, not write. Oops.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Clever writing===just what I needed this morning to get me going!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m so happy I could return the favor seeing how you do ‘it’ for me every morning. HahaaaReplyCancel

  We here at A Pleasant House, have many visitors.     Some are actual 3-D flesh and blood humans that come for a visit.   Most have an idea about what they want to see and do.   Some need a little inspiration.   Others could make some BIG mistakes if it weren’t for […]

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  • Angel The Alien - Hmm, yeah, I can see how the names Storyville and Storyland can be confused! I wonder if that happens to a lot of people? For instance maybe they’re lost, and they stop and ask, “Can you give us directions to Storyville?” and people look at them like they’re crazy.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - People still think Storyville exists. It doesn’t. It’s not Las Vegas- close, but no cigar.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Whoa, now THAT’s confusion worthy of a blog post! I knew about ‘ville but not ‘land.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Confusion to the tenth power and it happens all of the time.ReplyCancel

  • Lana - So funny! Storyland looks like fun. Storyville?…well, depends on the circumstances I guess 🙂ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - But Storyland has a toy boat for any sailor that gets confused. HheheheeeeeeReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Good to know! I hope to one day visit New Orleans. And Storyville (w/o grandkids), Storyland (w/grandkids) and YOU… with time for a drink or two or three (w/o kids… w/hubby). Cheers and thanks for the travel tip!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That would be fabu Lisa! If you’re ever down my way you better give me a call. There are so many things to do/see!ReplyCancel

  • Eve Gaal - Hilarious. I tweeted it. This sounds like great information for a novel set in Nawlins. I’ve been there several times and the highlights for me include the Garden District, Cable Cars, St. Louis Cathedral, The Court of Two Sisters and Cafe du Monde. AND JAZZ! (Pete Fountain, etc.) So old school and predictable. Of course, I also like to walk across the street to the Mississippi and last time I discovered the casino which upset my husband so much I thought he’d have a fit and throw me down the river.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - All of your choices are must-do’s’- including Harrah’s. (ps: I live in the Garden District).ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - ahahahahhah!!! I see how one could get confused!! “The rides”!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Well, since Storyville doesn’t exist anymore I don’t see how anyone could GET confused and yet people still ask where Storyville is!????ReplyCancel

  • Cary - Oh my gah. I hope they keep those rides sanitized. No telling what diseases are lying dormant in that soil.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hahahaa. Thankfully the amusement park is not on the former Madame’s hallowed ground. Treme has that pleasure.ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - I was waiting on that one because of a blog post I did a couple of months ago about things that used to be legal. This is where I found out that it was called Storyville. I visited there last July New Orleans not Storyville much to my hubby’s disappointment. Can’t say it’s a place I would like to visit again, not on my much loved places although parts of it were beautiful.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Next time you visit give me a jingle- I’ll show you all the beauty.ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q - Ah, ha,ha,ha,ha! ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - I can see how it might be problematic to confuse the two.ReplyCancel

  • Katy Bug - It seems unwise to name an amusement park something so similar to Storyville. Don’t these people know their prostitution related history? Sigh.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It really does seem stupid. Then again- it’s New Orleans where not much makes sense. Hahaaa Thanks for stopping by Katy.ReplyCancel

  The year is 1911. Picture a young boy: poor, hungry, ignored.   He travels with his sheepherder grandfather, tending the flock.   The young boy is required to take the animals up into the mountains of Oregon, for months on end, alone. Only a make-shift wagon with a canvas top pulled by a mule […]

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  • Cary - My partner really wants one of these.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Don’t we all! They are AWESOME on the inside. Ben and I are thinking about getting one and making the restoration a project- like I need another ‘project’.ReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - My inlaws had one and it was a beauty. I loved caravanning with them when my kids were small.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I bet. They really are just beautiful and, if my sister-n-law is any indication, the people who caravan are wonderful! So fun!!!ReplyCancel

  • Lana - This brings back such memories! My grandparents had an Airstream for years and were part of the caravan club – they had many wonderful adventures! Waiting for the story about Ted…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Ya know? I really SHOULD write a post about Ted. Quite a character! Thanks for the idea!!!!ReplyCancel

  • Lynda@fitnessmomwinecountry - Cheryl, anytime I see one of these, I think of Lucy and Ricky
    {The Long, Long Trailer} movie. I love the planter box outside the window. I have never been inside one, but looks very fun for family travelsReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh you should see the inside!!!! So diminutive with not an inch wasted. Absolutely charming. I would go crazy decorating one in 1950’s vintage style. My sister-n-law is so stylish- that window planter box is perfect, and she had an awning sewn for outside from a new fabric that looks vintage. Very clever. Let’s all get one and meet up! hahaaaReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Airstream. Grey’s Anatomy. I’ll say no more.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - What???? You’re going above my pay grade- again!ReplyCancel

  • Susan - ofeverymoment - The photos make me want to visit!
    Also, after reading your bio about Wally, if my life story ever needs to be told – I want you to write it!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Ohhhhhh, I’d LOVE TO!!!! I’m thinking of writing my Obit- now. Hahaaaaa I will be amazing if I have anything to say about it!ReplyCancel

  • Suzanne Bluth Robertson - Yes, yes… I want one. It looks so FUN. I love the garden on the back.


  • William Kendall - I’ve seen these things in campgrounds, but never did get in one.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - AMAZING inside. So compact but efficient. Very Retro and shiny. I like it all!ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q - Hi Cheryl! This entire post fascinated me from start to finish. Now, I really want one of these and the adventures too! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Terrye Toombs - How awesome is THAT?! ReplyCancel

  • Alana - Yes! Yes! Yes! This has been my dream since I worked in an insurance agency in Arkansas that wrote insurance on Airstreams (and other types of travel trailers and mobile homes). There is something so special about Airstreams.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - They are….. beautiful. Really beautiful. It fast becoming one of my ‘dreams’ as well. Meet you at the Caravan?ReplyCancel

  • Cheryl Craggs - Your writing really drew me in, and to be about such a fabulous land craft, even more! Your brother in law sounds like someone who will try anything! I gather it was intentional? xReplyCancel

  • Enchanted Seashells, Confessions of a Tugboat Captain's Wife - Wish we had an Airstream; I’ve always loved them! FYI, I’m under orders from my tugboat man to make sure everyone knows it’s “Merchant Marine”, not “Merchant Marines”, and one is referred to a a “Merchant Mariner”. (Don’t shoot the messenger!!)ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Good to know. I’ll go in and make the change now….ReplyCancel

  • Sue - Airstreams are such a head turner. Loved the story!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - A kind of ‘house’ for you to write about on your wonderful blog?ReplyCancel

  • Gary Sidley - So I can now add ‘marketing executive’ to your burgeoning list of talents! My good lady has recently expressed an interest in caravaning; if she were to read this post I’m sure she’d flip into overdrive and nag me into submission. ReplyCancel

  • Big Top Family - Wow! What a great story, I loved this. And yeah, even though I already did my time in a trailer back in 1979 or so, you did kinda make me want an Airstream. 😉 ReplyCancel

  • Claudia Schmidt - I always thought it would be way cool to travel cross country in one of these babies! Maybe I still will, when the kids are out of college. Love the pictures, cool story, I had no idea about how he came up with them.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Claudia! I agree- very cool. We should start our own caravan group? Wouldn’t THAT be a R-I-O-T!!!ReplyCancel

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